284 Forum Posts by "soulkys-zg1"
why not? if no water drips, and it's only cooling the card, I don't see any problems, unless it disrtups a circuit or somthing, which I doubt it would.
So, my graphics' card fan recently went out, and it's gotten so hot that I can cook a freggin egg on it. I'm not even kidding. My system is really customized and upgraded, so everything overheats really easy. So, I was wondering, If I were to get a bag of ice, insulate it with paper towls so that no water drips through, and plopped that on my card, would it cool down? or would it just destroy my system? I don't have any house fans kicking around, so this is really my last resort. I'm getting a new card soon, but I really want to play some video games....COMMAND AND CONQUER 3!!!! the fan blew out just in time for it...*sobs*. This has never really happened to me, so excuse the cooling noobiness.
Hentai may be a cartoon, but do you ever think that pornography is made up on the spot? if you do, then you're sadly mistaken. You don't think that theres some old director off to the sides, looking at HIS SCRIPTED ACTION? Just look at the crazy old guy who owns the playboy franchise. eww? Old, sick bastards create both hentai and porn, you retards. It's all the same, when you get down to it. all fake, and unlived fantasies. And usually in hentai you don't have some retarded ass guy making dumb fuck grunting noises and looking like he just took one too many herpes sopasatories (spell check). Not that I know about any of this, of course. Innocence radiates off me like the fall out of a nuclear power plant meltdown....what an interesting way of putting it.....
I assume that those who click know what Supreme Commander is. For all of you godless fools, yet to recieve the sign that your existance is, indeed, valid, I'll explain what it is for you. Supreme commander is a recently released RTS (real time strategy) game, and it OWNS!!! My computer is barely able to support a 6 player battle on a moderate sized map, and I just spent a lot of money upgrading it the other day. So, the question is, which of you bitches have supreme commander, and how is your computer handleing it? I thought that the campaign was a little slow, and any AI below hard is just too easy. This is allr eally to exclaim the awesomeness that is supreme commander, and it's 2,500 unit cap, 1337 graphics, and superb tech trees. Also giant robots and "independance day" style flying saucers. Aeon FTW. I have yet to see someone play an 8 player map on high settings with the 2,500 unit cap, and doubt that that's even possible without lag. Play it, love it, own it.
yeah, it's warhammer. I also think that everyone should memorize this quote, as it is the coolest thing any of you could ever say
You win! the eldar wrote it, but who are they talking about?
The Banshee's call shall wake the dead when dark portents wax nigh,
Heed them as the counsel of a seer, or a father
The Yngr, who have slept since the very birth of Chaos, shall crawl once more from their tombs, thirsting for warmth.
The war in heaven shall be as nothing to their vengeance.
For the sons of Asuryan, few in number, cannot stand against them
And the eye of Isha shall dim, closing for all eternity;
Such a gentle goddedd cannot witness the atrocities they will wreak
The soulless ones shall be the harbingers of the dark fate,
and then shall come the living dead, the progeny,
The thirsting ones, the forever damned
And the galaxy shall run red with the blood of Eldanesh
There are many forms of artwork. Beautifull paintings and amrvelous statues. I prefer to paint things with words. I post this here because evryone in the general forum is a half witted fucktart. Tells me what you thinks. I'm having a bitch of a time with the paragraphs, sorry bout' that.
Power crackled through the lines, as a gloved hand threw the circuit breaker, and allowed the electricity to flow through the object on the table. The gloved hand happened to be attached to a man, graying in his middle 50’s, wearing a plain blue lab coat and thick glasses. There were other men in the room with him, dressed in similar attire, of varying ages. A fat man shuffled towards the man who had flicked the switch, some of the buttons missing on his lab coat, as his enormous belly had burst them clean off on the very day that it was given to him.
The fat man hacked and wheezed, as if the effort in his short scuttle had taken all of his energy. Hacking up enormous globules of phlegm, he managed to squeeze these words between his rotting, corrupt teeth. “What happens now, Ceris? We all know that your lunatic ravings and absurd ideas will not work, but it will be nice to see you fail, again.” The abomination asked, spitting something indiscreetly onto Ceris’s shoes.
“We wait, and watch what we have Bourne unto this earth” Ceris replied, spitting the words with venom. If you were standing right under Ceris’s mouth, you might have heard him mutter under his breath “you great fat bastard”. Oh, how Ceris hated them. Every day when he went to work in that god forsaken place, devoting his time on mundane tasks, He dreaded every confrontation with any one of them. Simply put, he wished their heads would explode, leaving him clear and free of stress and strain, so that he can really start to save the world. Ceris shivered at the thought, frightening and exciting himself with his own thoughts, Anxious to see if he can finally be set free.
The object on the table, obscured by a cloth draped over it, started to whine a shake gently. Ceris then felt very…strange. As if there was some sort of pressure inside his very own head. He turned his balding head towards the fat man, and the pressure intensified, as if Ceris’s gaze on someone that he hated to dearly increased the object’s effectiveness. The fat man and the others felt it too, as various hands flew up to various heads, and some dropped to their knees. The lights overhead blew out, raining down shards of class on the group. Ceris knew that they were too weak, too stupid to know what was really happening. Ceris’s vision blurred and he then took a staggering step forward. He fell onto his stomach, and soon blacked out.
Ceris awoke to a dark room, with the horrible stench of something gone very, very wrong. He slowly got to his knees, and put his hands palms down on the floor for support. His left hand then plunged with a sickly sucking sound into something gelatinous, and sticky. He did not think much of it at the time, as he was more concerned with his failed experiment. His mind raced, and his stomach knotted, as he thought of what he, they, had done wrong, and what the ramifications will be.
“I really wish I had some lights on” Ceris thought. (As a side note, let’s just say that Ceris thought in a very straightforward way. He thought only of that he wanted, and not much else. A great politician or lawyer if I ever say one.) The large, noisy lights only found in an industrial workshop then flickered to life above him. Large, clunky machines cast eerie shadows in a light that they had not seen in a long time. Dismissing it as a coincidence, Ceris saw the crumpled bodies lying around him, and then realized what he had put his hand into. Ceris’s stomach quickly unknotted, and was filled with butterflies, as he was now as giddy as a schoolgirl. Finally….Now the real work can begin.
This must be rehashed, as it is paramount to the survival of our race. Learn. Watch. Live.
Power crackled through the lines, as a gloved hand threw the circuit breaker, and allowed the electricity to flow through the object on the table. The gloved hand happened to be attached to a man, graying in his middle 50’s, wearing a plain blue lab coat and thick glasses. There were other men in the room with him, dressed in similar attire, of varying ages. A fat man shuffled towards the man who had flicked the switch, some of the buttons missing on his lab coat, as his enormous belly had burst them clean off on the very day that it was given to him.
The fat man hacked and wheezed, as if the effort in his short scuttle had taken all of his energy. Hacking up enormous globules of phlegm, he managed to squeeze these words between his rotting, corrupt teeth. “What happens now, Ceris? We all know that your lunatic ravings and absurd ideas will not work, but it will be nice to see you fail, again.” The abomination asked, spitting something indiscreetly onto Ceris’s shoes.
“We wait, and watch what we have Bourne unto this earth” Ceris replied, spitting the words with venom. If you were standing right under Ceris’s mouth, you might have heard him mutter under his breath “you great fat bastard”. Oh, how Ceris hated them. Every day when he went to work in that god forsaken place, devoting his time on mundane tasks, He dreaded every confrontation with any one of them. Simply put, he wished their heads would explode, leaving him clear and free of stress and strain, so that he can really start to save the world. Ceris shivered at the thought, frightening and exciting himself with his own thoughts, Anxious to see if he can finally be set free.
The object on the table, obscured by a cloth draped over it, started to whine a shake gently. Ceris then felt very…strange. As if there was some sort of pressure inside his very own head. He turned his balding head towards the fat man, and the pressure intensified, as if Ceris’s gaze on someone that he hated to dearly increased the object’s effectiveness. The fat man and the others felt it too, as various hands flew up to various heads, and some dropped to their knees. Ceris knew that they were too weak, too stupid to know what was really happening. Ceris’s vision blurred and he then took a staggering step forward. He fell onto his stomach, and soon blacked out.
Ceris awoke to a dark room, with the horrible stench of something gone very, very wrong. He slowly got to his knees, and put his hands palms down on the floor for support. His left hand then plunged with a sickly sucking sound into something gelatinous, and sticky. He did not think much of it at the time, as he was more concerned with his failed experiment. His mind raced, and his stomach knotted, as he thought of what he, they, had done wrong, and what the ramifications will be.
“I really wish I had some lights on” Ceris thought. The large, noisy lights only found in an industrial workshop then flickered to life above him. Dismissing it as a coincidence, Ceris saw the crumpled bodies lying around him, and then realized what he had put his hand into. Ceris’s stomach quickly unknotted, and was filled with butterflies, as he was now as giddy as a schoolgirl. Finally….Now the real work can begin.
Mr.T Hates all you sukas who Can't be fo rizzeal nuff to read his topics! That pity be on joo all.
Psh, You think that wee little quest chain is hard? Try leveling to 65 on a pvp server, and then talk to me. You aliance are all bitches, and the horde will ultimateley crush everything that you stand for. But wel ALL know that the EMPEROR IS THE ULTIMATE TRUTH! You cannot refuse the Emperor, Savior of the imperium of man. Keels dem Eldar. I can include warHAMMER and warCRAFT in the same post.
At 1/14/07 05:38 PM, sir-farts-alot wrote: I think my I.Q. just dropped like 40 points.
You took the "You've read it, you can un read it!!!!" from Futurama.
Damn Straight, I did! It's a good line..Well, not really all that great, but it suits my needs.
At 1/14/07 05:07 AM, Mind-Edge wrote: How does one unread?
That's the point of the statement. you can't unread. but this is all beside the point. MR.T is allways going to pity the fool, his pity is boundless and abundant. fools.
Theres a couple new Mario gamer for the DS, and a couple remakes of old ones(oldie marios abridged over to DS format). I would also recommend RENTING the game "red steel" for the wii. It's a good game, but you realy need a certain knack to play it well. My gaming is centered more so around the computer, as consoles are a damn money guzzling "fad" of sorts.
The Mathematical Proof for Mr. T's Infinite Pity: For life to exist there must be a symmetric equation regarding the factors of pity(p) and fools(f) -> p-f=0. If any one factor rose to a level higher than the other, life as we know it would cease to exist. The fool factor can be decisively measured by dividing jibba-jabba(j) by tolerance for said jibba-jabba(t) -> f=j/t. With these two equations we can deduce: p-f=0; f=j/t ->p-(j/t) = 0 -> p = j/t. This equation leads to quite an interesting result.
As we can see, if we hold jibba-jabba constant, as tolerance for said jibba-jabba approaches 0, pity approaches infinity. Now we all well know that Mr. T “ain’t got no time for the jibba-jabba.” In fact, extensive observational studies have been conducted and even with machines able to calculate with precision to the 23rd decimal place, Mr. T’s tolerance for jibba-jabba has been conclusively found to be 0, and therefore Mr. T’s pity is the literal embodiment of the concept of infinite pity.
You read it! You can't unread it!!!!
naw, man, tomorrow is martin luther kaaang day! this video will explain everything
The video will make you stupid enough to make you not feel things anymore! it's great!
Now that I have your attention, I would like to know what letter of the alphabet is your favorite. Mine's "J".
Humans are afraid of what they do not know. Ignorance is both the savior and the bane of humanity. it's natural, you biodegradeable fool.
At 12/28/06 08:15 PM, Cartoon-Diablo wrote: I don't know I try to act like a total jackass and make as many shitty jokes as possible but I'm just not cool around here. Maybe I should pretend to love furries or try acting like a total noob.
Wait! I should pretend to be a total junky or maybe pretend to have sex and make a totally made up story about it on the BBS maybe that'll work.
Any pointers guy's? I wanna be cool.
*sigh* I need a hug.
Maybe, you should shutdafuckup? It will make everyone feel better, and may prevent the spread of STD's.
I want you to...not be here...anymore. You try and be random and quirky, but it is to no avail. We dopn't care about your hidden fears, you damn sociophobe! I have instant dislike and distrust of you. This thread is not a good way to intoruce yourself, nor does it take an intelligent person (which NG is lacking) to realise that you're an idiot.
At 12/27/06 01:26 AM, jim-the-earthworm wrote: Why do you need to get a PSP so badly. They suck just save up some more money and get a 360.
You could sell drugs.
no, He's too young to sell drugs. Become a coke muel. hide condoms full of cocaine in your stomach in order to smuggle it across borders. a more sutable line of work for someone your age.
horrible luck? my ass! you had 3 laptops, you ungratefull fuck! It's not your luck, you're just a damn ditz. maybe you wouldnt be homeless and broke if you STOPPED BURNING THROUGH EXPENSIVE TECHOLOGY. Oh, your luck is great, you spoiled bastard. Just saying...you know. it had to be done.
it's all the reflection of the light, you're nothing special, you'll never amount to anything, your parents hate you, we all want to kill you, stop talking to me, the screaming monkies behind my eyes made me do it......
But, yeah, it's possible for your eyes to change color. my sister's eyes have been blood red one day, then turned baby blue another. people, man, can't trust em.
Hold on, both the trojan condom and the trojan virus sstem from the idea of the trojan horse. The trojan virus lies in wait in your computer (like the trojan horse), and the condom....Holds billions of spermlings inside the fortress that is Your lovers' reproductive organ/excrement passage. So, really, it doesn't matter which one you think of, because it's all the same idea.
Because We got Semester Exams/Finals next week! I seriousley doubt that most of you will actually do any studying at all (I certainley Won't), But It would be interesting to know how you all prepare yourselves for the imminent, and certainley boring week ahead. Also, if your school allows it, say what exams you're exempting, and why.
At 12/9/06 03:36 AM, weirdoo wrote: Archlord? fuck no, forget that game. Warhammer: Mark of Chaos, search the web for the demo. try here www.gamespot.com search for the game there and then click on download. The demo is there (need to be a member, yes it's free or you can chose Gamespot Plus or Gamespot Total Acces and get it in matter of minutes than hours) PM me for more info if ya wanna
hmm,thanks. I was thinking of getting mark of chaos more than the others. Also, reading your sig made me sad ><. I used to watch the crocodile hunter when I was younger too. that insane australian had allways been there...
recieve.no.never.neither.nothing.mostly with family.yes.no.
