Shadowex3

Mockup review of Syobon Action. IWBTG can't hold a candle to syobon.

I want to say henda too because he's the only admin I've ever seen literally fly off the handle and go batshit in the server, but honestly I think Tofu takes the lie for his method of handling teamkillers and glitchers on Island_Escape. That's just cold. 's like my favorite method of dealing with idiots on my old clan's GG server. Teleport them into a tree and say "Congratulations, you are now Nature, enjoy your newfound ecological status."

Considering I go to the monthly melee/brawl tournments here in florida (largest monthly one in the state, actually) and not only own but wear a d20 necklace often, not me.

Haha, yeah, fireants are fun to burn. Mom's favorite method was always boiling vinegar but being a pyro I love just setting a candle or something in the anthill and watching them all attack the flame and crisp up. To quote the Book of Nimbus: "The most delightful victory over any foe is to persuade his right hand to hack off his left."

Take your girlfriend with you if you have a thing for virgins, the sheer amount of nerd concentrated in one location would probably cause her hymen to grow back.

Too many fireants (EVERY MOTHERFUCKING BUS STOP!) Snuck up on my dog while it was sleeping ONCE Cats. plural. bees wasps henda

Oh god dammit this thread's going to get me banned...

The phrase "Run Bitch Run" caught my attention out of the other zombiemod servers, and after about 12 btards and god knows how many pornsprays I figured I'd finally found a decent ZM server.

*points at avatar*

Am I the last man on earth to actually wash himself with a bar of soap and not smell like a loving rear end in a top hat from whatever horrible man-reek is being shoved out with black/neon packaging and ZOMG BEWBIES advertising is currently in style with people who's hair looks like a godsdamned fried onion?

Noob. This is how it's done. The Hitchhikers There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker - they only ever appear at night on quiet roads, seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights, never carrying a sign, always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces, swathed in a heavy coat and long pants, usually with gloves. If you stop, they will seem cordial enough, polite, but hardly chatty. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. Normal enough. Unless you try killing them. They die easily enough. But look underneath their clothes, and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars, forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at, and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. They have no wallets, no identification. If you slice their belly open, however, they're different inside. There's no blood, no muscle, only a hollow cavity containing a single object. The object varies. Examples include a single coin, heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. A small vase, quite unbreakable, that smells of the ocean and is always damp... Once you possess a hitchhiker's object, you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. You'll never mean to, but somehow, you just will. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights, try to resist the impulse to stop, and sometimes you might. But sometimes you won't. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure, someone who ran out of petrol. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly, casually, reach under the seat or across to the glove box... Messages It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing. When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next. Screaming. You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh. The phone beeps again. You're shaking. Message two. I have a LOT more of these, some of them fairly long.

Used to be a sign that someone was well known and respected by the admins, but now it's just something you buy after joining some pyramid scheme involving points.

Super Nublet: The Foreigner, Mr. Accent, "F@#%ing AWPER!" by zombies Colon: "I'll fuck you with a train" Henda: Console Haggards kid: Lord Squeeks (only when he's not around)

There's this apparently christmas song that comes on every year on the oldies station that sounds a lot like that. Old cartridge systems always had AWESOME music.

There's an entire forum full of [PUNISHED] tags that prove you otherwise. This trend of "admins don't do wrong, period." needs to stop. Admins don't get admin because they're respected pillars of the community who always keep a level head, they get it because they had 9 bucks spare change laying around.