Anonymous 05/31/12(Thu)00:30 No.141349624 [ ! ] »141349854 »141349917 »141350135 »141350185 »141350239 »141351051
There’s a very important lesson to be learned here: choose your words carefully.
Years back, I was hyped after a match of Counter Strike and I told another player that I “killed him”.
The room laughed, but he didn’t. He was a murder victim.
I’ve never said it another player to this day.
Re-release of Doom 3 complete with the original game, Resurrection of Evil, an all-new, 7-level expansion called “The Lost Mission,” Doom 1, Doom 2, and now an armor-mounted flashlight that eliminates the need to switch from weapons to flashlight/pistol.
Well now. This definitely sounds like a must buy for me. My only real complaint with this is the whole “armor-mounted flashlight” thing. It’s actually kind of funny. Back when I was younger, I (and I’m sure many other players as well) complained about the flashlight being its own weapon slot instead of something you could have on all the time. Now, I honestly can’t imagine playing Doom 3 or Resurrection of Evil any other way. Sure, there were mods on the PC that allowed for you to use the flashlight with any weapon equipped, but I never actually played nor owned Doom 3 and its expansion on the PC. I was an Xbox kiddie with that game. Something about being able to have an “always on” flashlight like that just feels like it’ll detract from the game’s atmosphere. Then again, I suppose there’s nothing forcing me to use it either.
Also, why is it that re-releases and collection sets have been the only games I find that I actually want to buy as of lately? Everything else just seems hardly worth the money.
The future of video games was here, when the industry unwittingly killed itself slowly.
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Anonymous 05/30/12(Wed)06:33 No.141246808 [ ! ] »141247006
File: 1338373995404.jpg-(7 KB, 320x240, Chad_Warden.jpg)Daily reminder that Chad-daddy will never make another video
WE FLY HIGH
NO LIE
YOU KNOW THIS
BALLIN
;_;
I had a psych tell me once that I’d have alcoholic tendencies when I got older. At the time, I didn’t believe him. Guess he turned out to be right.
>Kinkoz finally accepts his alcoholism.jpg
Straaaaange things happen when I get left to my own devices for too long.
So about 96% of the time.
The Primarch of the Angry Marines was one of the lost, his geneseed was tainted because when he was initially discovered as a youth all he had in his possession was the pod he was found in, a blanket, and a copy of Battletoads. The rage he gathered playing that in his journey through space was what permanently damaged his geneseed, forever making them avatars of anger and frothing rage. The Angry Marines, the Temper Maximus, the Motherfucking Malevolent - Angry Marines.
SenisterDenister in reply to PrimusRaven (Show the comment) 9 months ago
And thus, we now know where the Angry Marines come from.
Anonymous 05/27/12(Sun)16:29 No.140929012 [ ! ] »140929491 »140930070
Every ss13 story counts
>First time playing
>my friend introduces me to the game, tells me a server to join
>pick herbalist, because it’s easy to learn from the wiki
>minding my own business, growing tomatoes and stuff for the chef
>walk outside to deliver
>someone drew on the ground in front of my door
>”CLOWNSY IS COMING”
>paranoid now, call the janitor to clean it
>he mops it up, I deliver the food, chat with the chef about some events happening on the ship that I can’t remember
>go back to my lab
>see a clown run left past my vision
>new message on the floor
>”YOU’RE NEXT - CLOWNSY KILLINGTON”
>oh christ
>hide in my back room waiting for the crops to grow
Anonymous 05/27/12(Sun)16:39 No.140930070 [ ! ]
»140929012
>run outside to deliver the food as fast as possible
>too slow, the clown catches up
>robusts me with a toolbox
>try to get back in my lab
>he gets in there with me
>have enough time to frantically yell on the radio
>”Help me help me clown attacking me in botany”
>pass out
>hear various sounds in the darkness
>wake up in a jail cell
>the clown is in the other one
>HoS and Detective interrogating me and the clown
>discover the clown was about to push me into the chef’s grinder before they rescued me
>clown claims innocence for all crimes, and wants his suit back
>tell them my story
>clown is pissed
>they let me go, bring me to medical, give me some protective gear
>then the station blew up
the end
Turns out, Clownsy was my friend that invited me to the server. He continued to terrorize the server for the next few rounds, with me helping him as a roboticist.
