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Drunk is faster at replying to these things than me because he wakes up earlier. Bastard.Originally posted by Drunkin^Irishman
how come you are the only two guys that are talking on this thread? : /sageComment
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True, RichardMatthew> Goddness is fat and has big fingers takes ur 1 hour to start a game <probbly eating>Comment
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Cause' Killa is finding an excuse for posting alot $Originally posted by Drunkin^Irishman
how come you are the only two guys that are talking on this thread? : /I fucking own you in the warbird, shut the fuck up.Comment
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wtf, let me outta her
Matthew> Goddness is fat and has big fingers takes ur 1 hour to start a game <probbly eating>Comment
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Die! Ha! ..... omg, I gotta go to work, latez - <3Originally posted by Th@ KiLL@
wtf, let me outta her
I fucking own you in the warbird, shut the fuck up.Comment
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Well, since it seems as though the cat is out of the bag, I might as well tell the story.Originally posted by Tigerex
P.s Mr. Spam is a Forum Bot
It was a foggy night in San Diego. A chill was in the air, and darkness lurked all about. There, in a small house, sat a young flabby boy named FLaBiN. Young Flabs would always tap-tap-tap upon his keyboard. Giggling insanely he would fly about in little ships, invade chat rooms with his wildly idiotic banter, and make fake responses to personal ads.
As time went on, the not so young anymore FLaBiN, was becoming lonely in his internet igloo. He needed companionship, a friend, a confidant. One evening while enjoying a meal of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Bacon, Spam, Tomato, and Spam.. he was struck with a brilliant idea! He would make himself a friend!
All that night, and for the following weeks, he labored intensely over his keyboard. Writing script after script, coding til his fingers bled. In time, he had created the perfect friend! A bot full of life and vigor! Destined to be the fair haired bot wonder of FLaBiN's life! This young coded artificial man-bot came into the world as Mr. Spam!
Oh how life had become wonderful for the two. Even though they now live far apart. FLaBiN married a Swedish supermodel and now has 7 beautiful blonde and blue eyed children! Spam decided to leave the fine city of San Diego, all the sun was making his horny go away. He left for the grey skies of Seattle, opened a grunge cafe, and made millions off of trading cups of Starbuck's coffee for Microsoft stock.
In all their fame and success, the pair were still drawn to a higher cause. They were to be the Batman and Robin, the Laverne and Shirley, the Cheech and Chong, of Trench Wars. They are the Dick Nixon and Spirew Agnew of our fine zone! Salute them proud! And know that wherever a thread lies injured or a word lies pleading to be spelled correctly... Mr. Spam! Bot extraordinaire! Will be there too assist you with lightning speed and a mothers gentle touch!รnited Stรคtes Toughens Image With Umlauts WASHINGTON, DCโIn a move designed to make the United States seem more "bad-assed and scary in a quasi-heavy-metal manner," Congress passed a bill Monday changing the nation's name to the รnited Stรคtes of รmerica. "Much like Mรถtley Crรผe and Motรถrhead, the รnited Stรคtes is not to be messed with," said Sen. James Inhofe (R-OK). An upcoming redesign of the รmerican flag will feature the new name in burnished silver wrought in a jagged, gothic font and bolted to a black background. A new national anthem is also in the works, to be written by composer Glenn Danzig and tentatively titled "Howl Of The She-Demon."
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R O F L lOl hahhahahah! Niiice!Originally posted by THE PUSHER
Well, since it seems as though the cat is out of the bag, I might as well tell the story.
It was a foggy night in San Diego. A chill was in the air, and darkness lurked all about. There, in a small house, sat a young flabby boy named FLaBiN. Young Flabs would always tap-tap-tap upon his keyboard. Giggling insanely he would fly about in little ships, invade chat rooms with his wildly idiotic banter, and make fake responses to personal ads.
As time went on, the not so young anymore FLaBiN, was becoming lonely in his internet igloo. He needed companionship, a friend, a confidant. One evening while enjoying a meal of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Bacon, Spam, Tomato, and Spam.. he was struck with a brilliant idea! He would make himself a friend!
All that night, and for the following weeks, he labored intensely over his keyboard. Writing script after script, coding til his fingers bled. In time, he had created the perfect friend! A bot full of life and vigor! Destined to be the fair haired bot wonder of FLaBiN's life! This young coded artificial man-bot came into the world as Mr. Spam!
Oh how life had become wonderful for the two. Even though they now live far apart. FLaBiN married a Swedish supermodel and now has 7 beautiful blonde and blue eyed children! Spam decided to leave the fine city of San Diego, all the sun was making his horny go away. He left for the grey skies of Seattle, opened a grunge cafe, and made millions off of trading cups of Starbuck's coffee for Microsoft stock.
In all their fame and success, the pair were still drawn to a higher cause. They were to be the Batman and Robin, the Laverne and Shirley, the Cheech and Chong, of Trench Wars. They are the Dick Nixon and Spirew Agnew of our fine zone! Salute them proud! And know that wherever a thread lies injured or a word lies pleading to be spelled correctly... Mr. Spam! Bot extraordinaire! Will be there too assist you with lightning speed and a mothers gentle touch!I fucking own you in the warbird, shut the fuck up.Comment
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WUAAHAHAHAH, Go work I got summervacantion UWAHAHHAAHOriginally posted by Ruby
Die! Ha! ..... omg, I gotta go to work, latez - <3
Matthew> Goddness is fat and has big fingers takes ur 1 hour to start a game <probbly eating>Comment
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Multi team javs. Rarely see it these days.Comment
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Pubs are not to bad. Tanks could be nice if they made some drastic changes...You ate some priest porridge
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Haha... sadly there is some truth to this story... and pusher has too much time on his hands.Originally posted by THE PUSHER
Well, since it seems as though the cat is out of the bag, I might as well tell the story.
It was a foggy night in San Diego. A chill was in the air, and darkness lurked all about. There, in a small house, sat a young flabby boy named FLaBiN. Young Flabs would always tap-tap-tap upon his keyboard. Giggling insanely he would fly about in little ships, invade chat rooms with his wildly idiotic banter, and make fake responses to personal ads.
As time went on, the not so young anymore FLaBiN, was becoming lonely in his internet igloo. He needed companionship, a friend, a confidant. One evening while enjoying a meal of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Bacon, Spam, Tomato, and Spam.. he was struck with a brilliant idea! He would make himself a friend!
All that night, and for the following weeks, he labored intensely over his keyboard. Writing script after script, coding til his fingers bled. In time, he had created the perfect friend! A bot full of life and vigor! Destined to be the fair haired bot wonder of FLaBiN's life! This young coded artificial man-bot came into the world as Mr. Spam!
Oh how life had become wonderful for the two. Even though they now live far apart. FLaBiN married a Swedish supermodel and now has 7 beautiful blonde and blue eyed children! Spam decided to leave the fine city of San Diego, all the sun was making his horny go away. He left for the grey skies of Seattle, opened a grunge cafe, and made millions off of trading cups of Starbuck's coffee for Microsoft stock.
In all their fame and success, the pair were still drawn to a higher cause. They were to be the Batman and Robin, the Laverne and Shirley, the Cheech and Chong, of Trench Wars. They are the Dick Nixon and Spirew Agnew of our fine zone! Salute them proud! And know that wherever a thread lies injured or a word lies pleading to be spelled correctly... Mr. Spam! Bot extraordinaire! Will be there too assist you with lightning speed and a mothers gentle touch!"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong" -Mahatma Gandhi
-FLaBiN
flabin@trenchwars.orgComment
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Someone give Pusher his own story corner!
Teach us oh wise one!
(btw i live in an internet igloo too)TigerexComment
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U do it, i dont have much fantasy?Matthew> Goddness is fat and has big fingers takes ur 1 hour to start a game <probbly eating>Comment
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Haha.. I think they just want more posts..Originally posted by Th@ KiLL@
k,
now i gonna delete the post, ROFL!!!!!!
Edited:J/K
ONTOPIC:
IMO Basing with decent pilots and a good host. The teams must not give up and ?go if they don't have the flag, but fight like real men to reconquer! WarPortal and Mantra are the two best guys for this I think. And with varying the levels they keep it interesting and new tactics comes up all the time.
Then another interesting game is glider, as Tigerex has already pointed out about 38352 tiems
My third all time favorit is WarZone but in TW it requires more teamwork and stamina than the 10yearolds of TW have.. SVS settings are good for WZ but there are not enough players there. I did love it back in the glory days though, with 4 teams รก 25 each.
Other good events exist, such as levirace $$, and I think that (I know, this has been said before) staff should have a bigger area of things to host and not just dm and javs. Some hosts ("No names, I will say." --Master Yoda) know this and do an excellent job, others don't make it as well.Last edited by Jeansi; 07-03-2002, 08:32 AM.5: Da1andonly> !ban epinephrine
5: RoboHelp> Are you nuts? You can't ban a staff member!
5: Da1andonly> =((
5: Epinephrine> !ban da1andonly
5: RoboHelp> Staffer "da1andonly" has been banned for abuse.
5: Epinephrine> oh shitComment
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