Well I say this to all the muthafucka's around here "Merry goddamn christmas you fat fuck jolly man" So what did everyone get for christmas, I got.

HD TV
xbox 360
new TV
DVD recorder
Couch
Ipod nano

Those are the main ones I think I did good :) well see you guys later.

At 12/25/06 10:30 PM, PoJoX wrote:
Be you the son of a rich man, boy? Jesus! The most expensive gift I got was a $150 dollar tablet, and I thought I was lucky!

At least it's the thought that counts, how much the gift costs does not effect it's personal value, or worth as a gift.

But, still, jesus christ, that's alot of money.

Yea I kinda just noticed how im bragging about that, but I'm not that rich its just my parents are devorced and I just think thats a effort. So sorry that I was kinda bragging there

At 12/25/06 10:41 PM, PoJoX wrote:
Ohh, I get it, the whole divorced parents thing. My friend gets that too. He has his two parents trying to win his afection with expensive gifts, and his stepdad, trying to get my friend to like him.

But still, an HDTV and an iPod nano, your parents have to be well- off, if not rich.

Yea my mom likes to go on spending spree's and trust me my TV and couch were completly busted to shit. The TV's remote was broken for 4 years then the power button went inside the TV, the the couch I just started to tear to shit for fun, because it was already torn.

Then my dad said that he sold 4 original paintings before christmas so that paid for all of christmas he said.

So ya you could say I'm not rich but im well-off

Here's what I got:

A NERF Magstrike
A Survival Knife
A Powerline 880s Air Rifle
A sewing machine
Material for above Sewing supplies
Candy
A Water Bladder
A Mosquito Headnet
A scout shirt
A Trombone Tie
Stickers
Books
Targets
Hobo Tool

Thats it
Don't say it sucks, I aint rich. Yeah, I saw that. Fuck you too.

Merry Christmas! I guess everyone is saying what they got, so here we go...

Call of Duty 3 (360)
NCAA 2007 (360)
Wireless Controller (360)
Caramel candy things
80 dollars
A case of .22 shells

Since were working as a team on this challenge thing, I will take it upon myself to design several gadgets to help us through the variou, yet fucked-up, obstacles. I will not draw them, but I will give very exact specifications on them, down to the color of the fucking them if I have too. This is my last post tonight, The gadgets should be ready sometime tommorow. It has been a wonderful christmas. So, let me leave by saying this: Merry Christmas To All, and To All, Go Fuck Yourselves. Just kidding. Seriously, merry christmas.

P.S. I learned a new word. It is applied to gay porn magazines that feature men in them. Yocall them "Fag rags".

At 12/25/06 10:56 PM, Geohunter wrote: Here's what I got:

Hobo Tool

What that? I have the feeling that was a stupid question but I seriously dont know

Thats it
Don't say it sucks, I aint rich. Yeah, I saw that. Fuck you too.

Thats somekind of thing againts me, I know it.

At 12/25/06 11:04 PM, M-to-the-C wrote:

At 12/25/06 10:56 PM, Geohunter wrote: Here's what I got:

Hobo Tool

What that? I have the feeling that was a stupid question but I seriously dont know

Thats it
Don't say it sucks, I aint rich. Yeah, I saw that. Fuck you too.

Thats somekind of thing againts me, I know it.

A hobo tool is a sort of like a knife. it has a fork, spoon, and knife on it, and hobos use it to eat.
And no, thats nothing against you. >:)

At 12/25/06 11:12 PM, Geohunter wrote:
A hobo tool is a sort of like a knife. it has a fork, spoon, and knife on it, and hobos use it to eat.
And no, thats nothing against you. >:)

Yay its not againts me... wait are you being sarcastic because its hard to tell over the internet.
So its like a swiss army knife, thats what I'm thinking.

Ah, the "what I got for Christmas" list. Here goes...

- small PS2 (my old big one went to shit)
- Dragon Quest VIII
- Final Fantasy XII
- Tales of Legendia
- Resident Evil 10th Anniversary action figure (Hunk, Umbrella guy from RE2)
- Poker set and table
- money
- clothes

And there you have it, not all too fancy, but still some stuff nonetheless. Did a pretty good haul this year I guess. XD

And I was happy with what I got and it's just a laptop and some DVD's. The ironic part is my parents accepted to get me a 3000$ laptop, and when I asked for an XBOX 360, they said it was too expensive....

Crimbo swag, eh? Well, for Swagmas, I got a swagload of swag, including, but not limited to, the following swag:

Ecks Bawks Three to the Six to the OH! (With a swagload of Live time, like, 13 months)
Nintendo DS with Elite Beat Agents
And, uh, what was that game Boris was talking about a while ago? Hmm...
BATTLEFIELD 2142, WHICH ROX0RS INSURMOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF ARMOURED BOX0RS.
I also got some more sw4gz0rz, like some Bawls, Popular Science and Mechanics magazines, and sweet, sweet moneh. What I plan to do with said moneh, is buy a swagtastic Nerf gun, because I never grew up inside, and they were all sold out before. Guitar Hero too, that game is swagalicious. Also Boris, nice stoy, it was a real change. Mine should be up later on.

SWAG

At 12/26/06 01:20 AM, PenitentTangent wrote: Ecks Bawks Three to the Six to the OH! (With a swagload of Live time, like, 13 months)

Sounds like someone is gonna have to get themselves Oblivion, Gears of War and Dead Rising eh? Knowing you, you're gonna love the 360. XD

Nintendo DS with Elite Beat Agents

Nice nice, might I suggest the New Super Mario Bros. and other things? Good game it be.

And, uh, what was that game Boris was talking about a while ago? Hmm...
BATTLEFIELD 2142, WHICH ROX0RS INSURMOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF ARMOURED BOX0RS.

I need to get me that from the sounds of it... :(

What I plan to do with said moneh, is buy a swagtastic Nerf gun, because I never grew up inside, and they were all sold out before.

Hells yeah, those things can be fun. I know I still got some sitting around here somewhere.

Guitar Hero too, that game is swagalicious.

I can agree, for I own the first one. Get two my man, it's pretty and I wish I had it.

SWAG

It's SWAG-tastic! :D

At 12/26/06 02:13 AM, PowerPrower wrote: Sounds like someone is gonna have to get themselves Oblivion, Gears of War and Dead Rising eh? Knowing you, you're gonna love the 360. XD

All my buddies already have those games, I'll just bum 'em off them whenever.

Oh yeah, my story. Sorry it's late/sub-par.

Snow Job
~ A Chrismas tale of Christmassy sorts.

Tangent was too exited to sleep. The holiday season always brought out his insomnia. He passed the night away standing in front of the television playing Guitar Hero. He was strumming out to a mellow tune in his sleep deprived stupor when he heard a thump, and then a knock on the door. With a sigh, he set down the plastic guitar, and headed out the door, turning left onto one of the double sets of stairs that each curved around a large fountain pool. He shimmied down the red velvet carpet that draped down over stairs to the door, which he opened to find a portly, bald man standing in front of him. When the man said nothing, Tangent greeted him with a confused “Yes?” “Yeah, uh,” started the man, “My, erm, car broke down in front of your house. Could I use your phone?”

Tangent pondered for awhile, before an indecisive “Sure” came. He led the man up the stairs before stopping a moment to ask “What’s your name again? I didn’t catch it.” “Kristopher” he said. “CH or K?” asked Tangent. Not expecting that question, the man replied “…K.”

Tangent fumbled around in the darkness until his hand finally passed over his cellular phone. “Here, use my mobile.” He said, and went back to his game. The small plastic guitar rocked back and forth in his grip as his fingers passed over the buttons and his foot tapped in time to the music. He eventually began to sing along, cutting him off from what was happening right behind him. Kris’ fingers swept along the paper thin phone as he dialled. “Hi, Mary? It’s Kris, there was a bit of a problem.”
“It’s bigger now.”
A Smith and Wesson handgun gleamed in the light seeping from the window. The back of Kris’ head was in front of it, the front of Ghosts behind.
“What’re you doing here?”
“I could ask the same to you”
“Don’t get smart with me, fat boy.”
Kris sighed. “I’m just using the phone.”
His story seemed clean, but Ghost didn’t buy it. He heard the door open, and Prower’s voice soon after. “Who’s that?” was the simple question. “Say’s him name’s Kris, but I think he’s got something to hide.” Ghost’s natural suspicion was beginning to take place of his usually prominent common sense, and Prower knew he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. “Wait, Kris? Kris Kringle?” The heavyset man stared into the barrel of the gun, and then shied away. “You’re Santa!?” Ghost exclaimed incredulously, lowering the gun. “Yeah, I am.” He replied. Ghost seemed out of words, but found a choice few. “Then why are you here, and not delivering presents?”

“Well,” started Santa, “I was flying over your mansion here, and something came from behind me with a terrible noise, and exploded against the back of my sleigh. I crashed out back.” Mr. Trivia, who had come in from the testing area to hear what all the fuss was about, breathed in through gritted teeth and tugged at his collar. He mumbled something into a voice recorder he had taken out of his pocket. “LRM-1 ‘Longbolt’ missile system functional, target differentiation is needed. Consult LAD for feasibility issues.” He then preceded back outside, hopping in the Versace and parking it promptly.

“We need to get you back in the air!” Said Prower, “I’ll round up who I need and well fix up the sleigh.” With that, he ran off.

Within the hour, Trivia’s dream team of scientists and engineers had the sleigh fixed up, with incredible modifications. “I’ve installed a sub-ionic matter barrier in front of the sleigh to divert air flow around it, achieving 0 percent drag, and a Freon cooled liquid hydrogen fuelled multi-stage pulse micro-rocket.” said Tangent proudly. “I’ve diverted takeoff exhaust downward through vertical nozzles; vertical takeoff should take no more than 5.523742 seconds if my calculations are correct. You also have a sentient supercomputer on board, to help with tasks such as navigation, present distribution, and rate of completion.” said Triv. “We’ve installed life support systems.” Said Deadly and a few others behind him. “The computer will walk you through everything, so don’t worry.” “Thank you for everything, Christmas is saved.” said Santa. Ghost muttered something under his breath, and Santa shot him a venomous look, before Triv replied “It was the least I could do,” he then added silently, “For, uh, shooting you down.”

The sleigh whirred to life in a flurry of snow. A flash of light, and a “Ho, ho, ho!” left the Mafiosos standing alone in the cold. “..So,” said Tangent, breaking the silence, “How’s being a furry going for you?” Prower simply smacked Tangent across the back of the head, and the group turned and headed back inside, falling asleep promptly.

When the sun rose, no-one bothered to say anything about what they all thought was a rather odd dream, instead, they rushed to the tree to see what was under it. A gift marked ‘From Tangent with lol’ yielded a new vest and a hair roller for Prower. Another held a fibre optic viol bow for Pojox, diamond studded briefcases for the lawyers, and booze, booze, booze for everyone. Ghost went over to look in his stocking, which he had hung be the chimney with care, only to find out he hadn’t been dreaming. “He shit in my stocking…” he said sadly.

What happens next? Find out next year in Part Two, Ghost's Vendetta!

Also hi to Gamehippy, I haven't seen you in forever.

At 12/25/06 11:06 AM, BlindTiger wrote: Ok hows this:
Specs -
A comfortable, yet light, full body chain mail suit that serves as an inner-coating. The inner-coating is covered by a thin sheet of titanium plate armor with alloy trim. All throughout the armor are conveniently placed plasma energy spores each six inches apart to generate a shield of pure plasma on command. But nothing is invincible so when the shield is destroyed, it combusts with a strong electro-magnetic wave shutting off any electronically inclined objects.
Accessories -
Comes with titanium cranial guard with three plates of flexible alloy around the neck area to prevent decapitation

That's an excellent suit of armor. It seems ideal for protection against both conventional and energy weapons.

Blind Tiger’s Special Christmas

I give it a 5 out of 5 for two reasons; it stuck to the rhyme scheme, and I like tits.

Thanks, Did you laugh?

Not really, but I did enjoy the poem.

At 12/25/06 01:29 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Ghost
Part 1

“I don’t know I found him like this, where’s Triv?” Boris asked.
“He’s away on vacation, and no one here really knows how to work the med bots. We have to take him to Ghost.” Brit said.

My robotic personnel are all pretty much autonomous, but it was an otherwise excellent story. I give it a 4.75 out of 5.

At 12/25/06 05:07 PM, Geohunter wrote: Ok, I missed trivia's posts, but I can gather that i am to play in a sick little game. If noone else cares to take it, I'll go first. I will nedd trivia to give me more info, as too wehter I am to write a stroy, or if I am to just come up with gadgets to satisfy the contest. Once I find out, I'll start designing, and I'll be ready sometime tommorow. If I could get a full layout of the first part of the challrnge, so I could print it out, that would help. Thanks.

I'm looking for a story from you three, telling me how you would overcome each obstacle. Here is a more detailed layout of the obstacle course and objectives:

Geohunter will start in front of a locked door. If he wishes to abort, I would have to unlock it to let him escape. He must carry a cylindrical energy cell as a baton through his leg of the relay and pass it off to Sirockalot. The first obstacle is a series of laser beams at varying heights, angles, and intervals, like you would see in a movie-style security system. There will be a pile of electronic parts and tools on a table to your left. You must devise a method of seeing where the beams are so you can pass without tripping the sensors. The total length of this obstacle is 40 feet.
Next, Geohunter must cross a gap 30 feet across and 30 feet deep that runs the width of the entire course. Since you are supplied a bow, arrow, and 40 feet of rope, this is more a test of your physical skill than of your creativity. There are anchor points on short walls across from each other.
After Geohunter passes the baton to Sirockalot, a door between the first and second legs will open and Geohunter will travel down a corridor to a waiting area supplied with snacks. Sirockalot could use that door if he chooses to quit.
Sirockalot's first task is to pick up the nine switches on a table to his right, and plug them into the correct outlets on a wall to his left. The switches will glow if they are in the correct outlet, and once all nine are in place, Sirockalot will flip them to raise platforms leading from Level 1 to Level 2, a 15 foot climb. Once he reaches the next floor, he will find harnesses, rope, and suction cups on a ledge. These will be used to walk on the smooth granite walls over a distance of 50 feet, or he will fall into a room with no clear way out. The floor is padded to cushion a 20 foot drop, and a camera monitors the room to let me know if somebody is in there.
On the other side of the second floor, Sirockalot will hand the energy cell over to Pimplediddy and take the exit door down a flight of stairs and into the waiting area. Pimplediddy has the option of taking the same door if he doesn't want to complete his test.
Pimplediddy must first safely descend 15 feet. The harness and rope Sirockalot had at his disposal would be quite useful here. Back on Level 1, he will find a mech resembling Magitek Armor from Final Fantasy VI (pretty much a robot with a cockpit in its hollowed-out chest). The energy cell you've been using as a baton will power this mech so you can use it to push five marble columns around. They will be found roughly in the shape of an X - one near each corner and one in the middle. You need to line them all up equidistant from either side of the course, then the final door will open and you can join your colleagues for a victory party.

At 12/25/06 08:23 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Ghost
Part 2: The three Ghost’s

Another excellent story, Boris. I give it a 5 out of 5.

At 12/26/06 02:15 AM, PenitentTangent wrote: Snow Job
~ A Chrismas tale of Christmassy sorts.

Tangent, I think that was one of the best stories I've ever read. I'm tempted to give you a 6 out of 5. On that note, I plan to be more conservative with my scores starting January 1st. Enjoy the ludicrous score while you can.

And since pretty much everyone else is listing their swag, I'll try to do the same.
1.) Disgaea 2: Cursed Memories - a recently released video game for the PS 2
2.) Macross action figures - specifically, 1/100 scale transformable Valkyrie variable fighters
3.) Naruto - most of the complete series in Japanese fansubbed. I've got 202 episodes, but none of the movies.
4.) A $50 Meijer gift card from work
5.) A $50 American Express gift card from my brother in Tampa
6.) $100 from my parents to spend on a Christmas present
My brother going to college in Germany and my sister in Hawaii have also promised to get me something, but it takes a while for packages to cross five or six time zones.

Hey, Here's a cool idea: How abouts around 7 tonight we have a gun fight? Its paiintball like, but with real guns. It's BYOG. So, Who wants to preticipate? After the game, we shall all go to the local strip joint and have drinks and lap dances, courtesy of Prower. So, Who's in?

P.S. No futuristic weapon bullshit allowed. Only past and present-tense Bullshit allowed.

Well, this is my first post in the NG MAFIA, and first post on the BBS in a long time. I would like to take this oppertunity to say Merry Christmas and a happy new year to everyone here! I've been looking at some old posts, so I'd like to congratulate for the pretty young audience here. I'm a part of that age group too, but not for long, I'll be 15 in April. How much of you have a birthday in January?! Wow. Oh anyway, I see that all of you are having a lot of fun here, and I hope (I know) I'll be accepted in this friendly community almost immediately.

P.S. This would count as a positive post, wouldn't it? Maybe even for two. ;)

Since everyone else revealed, I got:

1 pair of Jordans (Expensive Shoes)
1 pair of Hurrache's (Expensive shoes)
Ipod
Mortal Kombat Armagedon (PS2)
Madden 07 (PS2)
Clothes (7 shirts)
20 dollar Walmart gift card

My gifts werent that expensive but I loved them anyways!

Congratulations on your expensive christmas, M-To-The-C. Does anyone have an AntiVirus
program, if you do, PM me.

At 12/26/06 08:40 AM, MrTrivia wrote: My robotic personnel are all pretty much autonomous, but it was an otherwise excellent story. I give it a 4.75 out of 5.

You just have an answer to everything don't ya? ;)

Nice story Tangent, seeing as how everyone's telling what they got, l recieved lots of money, clothes, a new dart bpard, and a video camera (the only thing l asked for explaining all the clothes).

At 12/25/06 04:35 PM, TheLebanese wrote:

At 12/25/06 04:23 PM, G-F-D wrote: Hey TheLebanese. Well i'v seen you around and I was wondering, what part of Lebanon are you from, if you are actually from there.

Hey I replied in the Boxing club I'm from the Chouf in Jabal Lubnan, I live in both Ashrqfieh in the center of Beirut and Mar Taklan near the war zone and I was trapped there during the war had to buy new glass and windows. I see you have a site called skatelebanon are you from lebanon too? If so where from?

I'm from Roumieh if you know were that is near Brummana or Beit Merry, oh Ashrafieh, I had a lot of friends there... Half of it is down now right? I left when everything started so we would avoid anything else. I was supposed to go back in the next week but i heard that its going to start again and they are going to burn tires and close the airport, and all that... Lol Skatelebanon, dont go on the main page :P i did it 2-3 years ago, so one of my worst flashs is there, were still fixing it up and everything but because of war everything is going real slow. Are you in Lebanon now or not anymore?

At 12/26/06 09:58 AM, Geohunter wrote: Hey, Here's a cool idea: How abouts around 7 tonight we have a gun fight? Its paiintball like, but with real guns. It's BYOG. So, Who wants to preticipate? After the game, we shall all go to the local strip joint and have drinks and lap dances, courtesy of Prower. So, Who's in?

P.S. No futuristic weapon bullshit allowed. Only past and present-tense Bullshit allowed.

Sure I say why not but where? what 7 o'clock as in wich time zone? and how do we play all at once?

At 12/26/06 12:27 PM, G-F-D wrote: I'm from Roumieh if you know were that is near Brummana or Beit Merry

Yeah I know the area especially because I used to go to Broummana every Monday so I used to caome back by the weirdest ways just to spend all my dad's gas

oh Ashrafieh, I had a lot of friends there... Half of it is down now right?

No christian cities were harmed Ashrafieh is all good but downtown is getting really bad Hezbollah are having a protest down there, there destroying the place

I left when everything started so we would avoid anything else. I was supposed to go back in the next week but i heard that its going to start again and they are going to burn tires and close the airport, and all that...

Don't they alway do thtat I'm frankly starting to get bored....

Lol Skatelebanon, dont go on the main page :P i did it 2-3 years ago, so one of my worst flashs is there

Good thing I only saw where the Swfer link led to

were still fixing it up and everything but because of war everything is going real slow. Are you in Lebanon now or not anymore?

I'm still there for a reason I ignore, foolish patriotism I think wich is also the main reason this is my alias

plz the rest of the conversation via pm?

Don't you just love it when people just burst in with idiotic claims that are totally irrelevant... I miss the good old days when I had the pleasure to call a mod on such people, but since now I do not, at least not in here. I shall wait it out. It's still funny though.

At 12/26/06 02:26 PM, Phantom wrote: Don't you just love it when people just burst in with idiotic claims that are totally irrelevant... I miss the good old days when I had the pleasure to call a mod on such people, but since now I do not, at least not in here. I shall wait it out. It's still funny though.

Check his latest posts in General. It's only a matter of time before he's deleted. But as always we will cease all discussion about him now.

Hey all ya mafians! Sorry I havent replied much, I was caught up in the christmasy spirit. What did all of you guys (and girls) get? I got an X360 game (Test Drive Unlimited, it fucking rocks your ass, graphics are pretty and crisp, cars are beautiful). I also got a wireless X360 headset (fucking awesome, no more fucking wires and shit) and $80. Woo!

Judging from your new xmas story Boris, I have to say that I cannot wait and see what happens. And throw me in it! Just because I aint here doesnt mean Im not here. :P

And good luck to all the contestants of Triv's Jigsaw-like (from the Saw series) tests. Dont kill yourselves trying, you guys are no use to us dead!

At 12/25/06 01:29 PM, Boris-4-U wrote: Ghost

Great, as always. I hope you'll be making one for Easter! Or whatever the next major holiday is. All the other stories were good, but I don't feel like quoting all of you.

Umm, this is a little late...but I hope you'll enjoy it. :D

Ghanden's (somewhat) Merry Christmas

Ghanden's feet moved slowly through the forest. Dried leaves and brush crackled under his feet, but they were silenced by the pouring rain. His eyes were locked on his enemy, the fool that had dared to challenge him. His prey was stiff, frozen in fear of Ghanden's blood-thirsty glare. He had nowhere to run.

Ghanden unsheathed his father's sword. The silver blade seemed to split even the raindrops that fell upon it. It's sharp edge had taken the lives of many infidels. One more was about to be added to it's count.

Ghanden leaped forward, not giving his prey time to react. He gave three clean strokes and lopped off the fool's head, feet, and the skin of his buttox. As the bloodied fiend fell down and died, Ghanden held his head high. He had just caught Christmas dinner.

When he had made his way back to the mansion, Ghanden was surprised to find it completely empty. "Where the hell is everbody?!", he screamed throughout the hall.
Finally, when he was about to lose his voice, Hitman came careening down the staircase.
"Shhh, Ghandi be quiet!", whispered Hitman. "Ghost is taking a nap upstairs! Everyone else is out buying eggnog milkshakes."

"What?! Eggnog milkshakes, without me?!", yelled Ghanden. "I was out finding Christmas dinner and this is the thanks I get?!"
"Shhh, quiet down! Uh, what's that you've got there?", asked Hitman, motioning to the bloody mess in Ghanden's arms. "Oh, this is the dinner I was talking about.", he replied, as he tossed it into Hitman's hands. "Cook it."

Ghanden began to walk down to the bar for a drink. Hitman eyed the headless bird in his hands with disgust. "Er...why do I have to cook it?"
"Because Prower took away my cooking priviledges after I tried to cook him in a basil and garlic sauce.", said Ghanden innocently.

Hitman left and Ghanden took up a seat at the bar with a bottle of Samuel Adams. An eery voice behind him made him leap out of his skin. "You here too, eh, Ghandi?"
It was Boris, lying on the floor with a bottle. He stank of booze and salad wafers.
"Boris, what the hell are you doing down there? Shouldn't you be out getting a delicous eggnog milkshake? They're new and they're only 99 cents."

Boris disregarded him in general. "Well, I'm here drinking away my woes. How's about you Ghandi, getting hammered?", asked Boris in his drunken stupor.
"Buzzed, preferably. What's the problem this time?"
The consigliere got to his feet and leaned over a bar stool, splashing his beer all over Ghanden's turban. "Oh, sorry....Anyway, it's all these new guys....like you."

"Begging your pardon?", asked Ghanden, angered.
"Oh, it's nothing personal....it's just that I find you all slightly contemptable. You're not like the good, old guys. Joic and Mast3rmind...Speedy and Rocket, even Charlotte."
"Dude, she just left.", said Ghanden, as he exited the bar, insulted.
"Oh yeah....Hey, Ghandi! Don't go away angry! Just go away!"

Ghanden passed by the kitchen just in time to see Hitman stick the trimmed turkey into the oven. He was covered in blood and feathers, but the boy must have felt like a champion.
Outside, he could here the mafia's cars pull up, followed by Snype and Tangent singing Christmas carols. They all shuffled in and Ghanden greeted them like a chauffer.

Soon enough, they were all sitting down and ready for their dinner. Prower was kind enough to buy Ghanden an eggnog shake, but he politely turned it down since it had hair in it.
Hitman entered the dining room, proudly carrying the golden-brown bird on a large plate. There were oohs and aahs as he made the first slice.

"Hey. This is Christmas.", said Ghost, suddenly appearing at the top of the stairs. "Somebody say Grace before we eat."
Since Ghanden was the most religious of the bunch, they chose him to do so, despite his lack of knowledge in this type of prayer.

"Ahem....Um, dear....um, lord?", he nervously started. "We, er, thank you for this....bountiful harvest and this....wonderful holiday. Um, grace--Oh, I mean peace--no, amen!!"
He lifted up his head in time to see his beautiful turkey snatched away by one of the neighborhood dogs.

The dirty mutts wheeled their way around him and out the door. He ran after them down the road, infuriated, while giving his best Darrin McGavin impression. "BUMPUSES!!!"

He returned, two hours later with a sore back, a lump on his head, and a turkey covered in mud and dog spittle. The entire family was in bed, with the exception of Tangent, who was camping out next to the fireplace and Boris, laying down on the sofa with a hangover.
"Back so soon?", he said indifferently.

"My outfit and pride are ruined, but I have saved the bird from a fate worse then death. Merry Christmas.", said Ghanden, as he tossed it on Boris' lap. He was about to go up to his room when he heard a loud noise on the roof. The three of them stood up and looked around.
"What the hell was that?", asked Boris tensely.
"Could it be...?", gasped Tangent.

A pair of black boots landed at the bottom of the chimney, followed by a large sack. The three of them watched in awe as a man dressed from head to foot in red and white stepped out of the chimney. He looked up at them and they were shocked.
"What the....Ghost?!", said a shocked Boris.

Ghost gave him a silent nod and began digging into the sack. "Let's see....You wanted Joic, Speedy, Rocket, Mast3rmind and Charlotte, right? Shit, do you know how heavy they were?"
He held the sack up and five wrapped bundles came out. "Better open them quick, Speedy stopped moving over an hour ago."

Boris stood in terror, awe, and immense happiness. Ghanden walked over to him and studied him, head to foot. "Holy shit.", was all he could say. Ghost reached into his bag and took out a small box. "Merry Christmas, here's your revised edition of the Bhagavad Gita. Weirdo..."
Ghanden studied the box while Ghost handed Tangent his gift. Ghost then continued to put presents under the tree for all of the mafia.

When he was finished, he said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar. But if they do, shoot them, because I'm too tired for any shit..."
Once he was gone, Tangent looked over at the other two.

"I always knew he was Santa Claus."

The End.

I got an Xbox 360, if you were wondering. =)

ho ho ho my mafia bitches.

har's what I got

1. a bunch of shit
2. a sound sampler (which is pretty much the price of an hdtv and a ps3 put together)

i was going mad with that shit all damn day yesterday. i kept myself in the basement and pissed my mom off because i turned my amp too loud that it broke a vase, rattled the windows, and kept dimming the lights in the house. i was so guilty that i did that, i turned the volume louder and spun harder in hopes that my skills would make them happier
it didnt quite have the desired effect........

anyway, i got the sampler too late to take on my hard trance tour because i still dont know how to use it well enough to put it up on live sets, but i am learning and hopefully i will be ready enough to use it on my next urban junglist tour. i am so happy, i could get raped by a big fat man and i would thank him for the privilege. how much do i rock?

my berfday is January 27th. since i got what i really wanted, i am not going to ask for much. only a nice young untainted girl on my bed with a bow on her that has high durability for extended use, and i would like her to be plug-n-play compatible so i don't need to prep her up much before i can use her.

please mail all your gifts to my home address, not my work address.

merry christmas

Here's the promised gunfight contest. Here are the rules:

No future weapon bullshit
Only present and past bullshit allowed
No human shields, unless you use Boris, Struass, or Snype
No Grenades, or explosives, unless you shove them up the ass of your victim

That's about it. So, I'll get this started. Oh, and don't forget, Prower has promised us an all you can eat buffet after our litle game, beer included. It's at the local strip joint. I now pull out my vintage 8 gauge and my military surplus M16 with grenade launcher attachment and let lose, shoving the barrel up Triv's ass and pulling the trigger. Sorry triv, your gone. now, RUN AS IF YOUR LIVES DEPEND ON IT BECAUSE THEY DO BITCHES!

P.S. Did I forget to mention that the strip joint dosn't serve food? They do serve cat, though.

I dive behind a car and pull out a moltov cocktail. I lit the fuse, popped up, and threw it at Geo's face. Then I luagh because Geo never said anything about Moltov Cocktails.

Ghost
Part 3

Boris opened up the door to Prowers room. He was relieved to see Prowers chest moving, indicating he had survived the night. Straightening his clothes out for the new day he went and got his covers, he then walked into Hitman’s room grabbing his covers and ripping them off Hitman, leaving him still there asleep. Next was MC’s room, he tore his covers off and added them to his pile. MC just shivered a little in his bed but didn’t wake up. Boris entered Lundi’s next room but thought twice and walked into Crimson’s room, tearing her covers off her. To this she awoke and started screaming.
“Jesus Christ I’m sorry Crimson here!” Boris said giving her blankets back to her.
“You fucking pervert!” she screamed wrapping herself in them quickly.
“Oh please who the fuck sleeps in the nude in the winter!” Boris said walking into Ocelots room dodging a lamp that smacked into the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” asked Ocelot awakened by the screaming.
“Nothing. Look I’m gonna need your blankets.” Boris said.
“Okay.....wait what for?” he questioned.
“Hmm they might be for our dying little friend in the other room who’s shivering like a fucking Mexican jumping bean now cough ‘em up!” Boris said.

Later Boris was walking out of Prowers room when he ran smack into Strauss.
“Oh jeez Strauss I didn’t see you there. What brings you out of Heaven and into our little corner of shit?” Boris asked.
“Only to ask if you really saw Crimson sleeping in the nude.” Strauss said.
“Well it was an accident really, but I don’t think she’ll be doing it anymore though why?” Boris said.
“Damn, oh well see you later Boris.” Strauss said heading towards the door.
“Oh wait Strauss what’s Ghost said about Prower!?” Boris said stopping him.
“From the looks of it.....we might have to start looking for a new Capo. Take care of yourself man.” Strauss said leaving.
“Ah shit. Brit get in...” Boris started but Brit had already walked in.
“What’s up Boris.” He said.
“Oh....that was quick. Anyway we need to talk, sit down.” Boris said flipping a chair up off the floor and sitting in it, “As I was saying.” Boris said in a whisper, “I ran into Strauss just the other second and it seems that Ghost has bailed on us with Prower here. We have no way of telling what kind of disease he has so he’s gonna die for sure, you got any ideas?” Boris said.
“Well, we good always turn him over to the police.” Brit said with a shaky look.
“I had thought about that. It seems to be our best bet seeing as how we have some contacts there, but then I looked at it from another angle, why would they waste their time saving a Mafia member? They’d probably kill all three of us as soon as we showed up and be rid of us.” Boris replied.
“I can honestly say then that I have not a clue as to what to do man. Poor kid, I’d hate to give up on him like this.” Brit said brushing his hair back.
“Me too, but looking at the condition of this place, we are all in danger of catching some kind of disease, no heat, bad food, and with the place so tightly packed if one person gets sick we are all in danger of catching it. Basically we’re all fucked either way.” Boris said taking a deep breath, “I’m just not sure what to do anymore, heh, some Capo I turned out to be.”
“I haven’t been the best leader here either so don’t beat yourself up yet. So what do you want to do now?” Brit asked.
“I’m gonna do what I always do when I’m feeling down, grab me a bottle of Bacardi and get drunk.” Boris said lifting his mattress up and pulling out a bottle, “You want some?” Boris said filling his cup up with the stuff and taking a sip of it.
“Why not? We probably won’t make it through the cold night anyway. Here’s to Prower.” Brit said tapping his cup against Boris’ and drinking it.

The night came quickly, Ghost was in his room working. In the corner of the room the grandfather clock ticked away. The time on the clock was 9:59. As the second hand struck 12 the clock stopped ticking all together, this went unnoticed as Ghost continued his work. Then a knock at the door grabbed his attention. He got up and opening it, found nobody there. With a confused look Ghost closed the door and shrugged his shoulders. He started walking back to his desk when a knock at the door once again rang out. To this Ghost rushed over and flung it open to again, find nobody.
“If someone’s playing a joke on me then I swear I’m going to start cracking some heads open!” Ghost screamed into the hall.
He slammed the door shut and started back to his desk.
“I can assure you that this is no joke.” said a voice.
“Who’s there?” Ghost said eyeing his room carefully.
“You always were a straight up prick you know that? Never any emotion.” the voice said again.
“Show yourself right now asshole!” Ghost screamed drawing his pistol.
“As you wish.”
Ghost’s chair spun in his direction revealing a shocking site to Ghost.
“Recognize me Ghost? Come on you remember your old pal Rocket!” the figure said from the chair, the shocking part was that he had the same ghostly appearance as Joic from the night before.
“No way...” Ghost said turning his attention to the clock. It was stuck on 10:00 and had stopped ticking.
“Ah you remember that.” Rocket said standing up and walking through the desk towards Ghost, “It always was business first with you.”
“Why are you here? What was Joic talking about yesterday?” Ghost asked talking a step back.
“Like he said, we’re here to help you Ghost, weather you like it or not. You have wronged so many people, and it’s time to make you aware of the cold hearted things you have done. I am no longer the person you once knew as Rocket, I am the Ghost of the past, and I’m here to show you all the despicable deeds you have committed on people in the in your life.” Rocket finished.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Ghost said bewildered.
“Well you’ll have time to think it over as we go along.” Rocket said grabbing Ghost’s arm.
“What are you doing?!” Ghost said trying to slap Rocket’s arm away only to see his hand go through him.
“Useless efforts Ghost. Just enjoy the ride!” Rocket said tossing Ghost out the window with a glass shattering force.
As Ghost fell he cursed Rocket’s name but instead of hitting ground, a portal of light had appeared directly under him and he disappeared into it.
END

At 12/26/06 06:42 PM, Geohunter wrote: Here's the promised gunfight contest. Here are the rules:

No future weapon bullshit
Only present and past bullshit allowed
No human shields, unless you use Boris, Struass, or Snype
No Grenades, or explosives, unless you shove them up the ass of your victim

That's about it. So, I'll get this started. Oh, and don't forget, Prower has promised us an all you can eat buffet after our litle game, beer included. It's at the local strip joint. I now pull out my vintage 8 gauge and my military surplus M16 with grenade launcher attachment and let lose, shoving the barrel up Triv's ass and pulling the trigger. Sorry triv, your gone. now, RUN AS IF YOUR LIVES DEPEND ON IT BECAUSE THEY DO BITCHES!

P.S. Did I forget to mention that the strip joint dosn't serve food? They do serve cat, though.

if youre not going to make a well-composed story out of it don't bother. frivilous rp sentences or phrases will not be tolerated and will be treated as spam and will be accordingly punished by raining down the powers of ass on you. just to let you know beforehand. if you do this, make something that matters