Celebrate! The companion of no confidante, cast into a confederate civilization in which no curse can be concealed. A comrade of calamity created by a cynical creator who is corrupt, crooked. I am the criminal who has crossed cosmos and cannot by caught by cops, and the cause of carnage along the course. This culprit of critical crime will cause catastrophe that will cause the crushing and crashing of communities completely! The only cure is consent; the comprehension of casualties caused by this character. Correct me if Iâm censurable, but this convict of cessation has just caused the complete corruption of the commonality. But I chatter copiously. You may call me TheDarkChief.
Obviously, people will get where this is based off of so no cookie will be given out.
V for Vendetta reference, amirite.
Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Versus.
(02-08-2009, 05:27 PM)Riosan link Wrote: [ -> ]itt, pricks
Good evening, BRB'U. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar games, the tranquility of repetition of maps. I enjoy them as much as any dick. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this February the ninth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily gaming to sit down and have a little chat. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and pyros with backburners will soon be on their way. Why? Because while text may be used in lieu of conversation, spoken words will always retain their power. Mics offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this website, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and dispensers. And where once you had the freedom to object, to micspam and sing as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your silence. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? Stickies. Crits. Dakota. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor CaffinePowerd. He promised you a server. He promised you RPS. And all he demanded in return was your silence. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old ScottyG, but then my mom got scared, and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air!"I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later."Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
we're no strangers to looooove
Who? HE is here. How has he come to happen here? Have no hesitation! Hold no thought of harassment or hindrance.
He is only here to have that which holds him hostage.
He speaks of hunger. However on this hour of howls and horrors he hastily hikes from home to home and seeks
henceforth to hopefully halt this hunger happenstance. Is his hubris humorous? Hardly. For this hour... is Halloween.
For shame! Fallen before you, Faustian follower of fruitful faggotry, frontline fighter for furred and feathered freaks.
Foul and fair, frequently frenzied, fairly frivolous, founded of frantic fraternal fraction and formidible fortitude.
From his far-flung fortress of finite folly, foundry of ferocious fact,
foolproof yet foolish he plys a frenetic font on his foolscap to flummox the flotilla and flock of flirtatious
and flippant fledgelings, flamboyantly flouting his flammable feline features in fallable filth.
Thank you, but let us finagle no longer - you may call me "furfag".
Here and there, out and around, round and about, hither and thither, to and fro, back and forth,
up and down, in and out, over and under, hippity hoppity, round the corner, over the river and through the woods,
lickity split, clocking the jizz, grinding the axe, up to no good, licking the butt, good and plenty,
lollygagging around, making the rounds, painting the town red, packing a load, hugging a tree, skinning the dog,
skip to my loo, sewing my oats, passing the stone, shooting the breeze, jumping the fence, humping the horse,
dancing the jigs, spinning the figs, sipping the cider, flexing the pecks, brewin my dew, packing the pee,
licking the chicken, pinching the pennies, dosey doe
I MADE THIS ONE!
Adam Savage waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were myths in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Grant Imahara were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Adam was a science guy for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the scientists and he said to dad "I want to be one of the scientists daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY MYTHS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the science base of M5 he knew there were myths.
"This is Jamie" the radio crackered. "You must fight the myths!"
So Adam gotted his c4 and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO BUST US" said the myths
"I will be implausible at him" said the fan myth and he fired the rocket sharks.
Adam exploded at him and tried to bust him. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to determine plausibilty.
"No! I must bust the myths!" he shouted
The radio said "No, Adam. You are the myths"
And then Adam was set on fire.
(02-08-2009, 08:41 PM)TVs Luca link Wrote: [ -> ]I MADE THIS ONE!
grant imahara noooooooooooo!!
v for vendetta was a terrible movie and i cant believe people liked it. im pretty sure thats what this thread is about but not positive. hit me up J Master and we can talk about this.
(02-09-2009, 03:06 AM)Radio Raheem link Wrote: [ -> ]v for vendetta was a terrible movie and i cant believe people liked it. im pretty sure thats what this thread is about but not positive. hit me up J Master and we can talk about this.
Nah, it was a decent movie. Not great, but entertaining. It's better if you seperate it from the comic in your mind.
(02-09-2009, 08:57 AM)fyre link Wrote: [ -> ][quote author=Radio Raheem link=topic=2298.msg65681#msg65681 date=1234166819]
v for vendetta was a terrible movie and i cant believe people liked it. im pretty sure thats what this thread is about but not positive. hit me up J Master and we can talk about this.
Nah, it was a decent movie. Not great, but entertaining. It's better if you seperate it from the comic in your mind.
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I don't think he reads books.
#1 i barely know how to read.
#2 comics arent books (i think it was a comic)
#3 comics are lame
$4 it came across as trying to be counter culture and raging against the machine when that same machine made the movie. its as counter culture as avril lavigne. big budget, famous actors etc. thats like fight club staring brad pitt (nows where i say book was better). while he did a good job and i understand the irony of casting him it is retarded. anyone i know who likes v for vendetta likes shitty pop punk to rebel against their parents too.
#5 J Master hit me up man. (no homo)
i really enjoyed V for Vendetta. i haven't read the comic though.