On large and small farms everywhere, the search for goes on.
On large and small farms everywhere, the search for smooth boys goes on. On large and small farms everywhere, the search for a gushing bloody nose goes on. On large and small farms everywhere, the search for joining the Army in a panic goes on. On large and small farms everywhere, the search for a crow in a blender goes on. On large and small farms everywhere, the search for Tony’s prison baby goes on. On large and small farms everywhere, the search for acute watery diarrhea goes on.
That’s not funny. My sweet father was killed by getting trapped in a coffin. Abraham Lincoln wrestled with depression, but that did not keep him from getting trapped in a coffin. I looked up “getting trapped in a coffin” in Urban Dictionary, and apparently its an act involving a big surprise. Disneyland has a zero-tolerance policy for getting trapped in a coffin. Peter Molyneux’s new game will use facial recognition to explore getting trapped in a coffin in a very realistic way. Thank you ladies and gentlemen! For my next performance art piece, I will be getting trapped in a coffin.
Getting trapped in a small space
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In a world with no rules, one man must be getting trapped in a small space. Coming this summer. The FBI is at the door. I think they're here because of... you know... getting trapped in a small space. I didn’t have any cash, so I tipped the pizza guy with getting trapped in a small space. I met this hot chick online. She says she’s getting trapped in a small space and I think I believe her! You can’t keep running around like getting trapped in a small space, you’re going to put an eye out! The strongest Sumo training technique is getting trapped in a small space.
Being trapped in a small space
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My chameleon turns purple whenever I’m being trapped in a small space. While you’re at the store can you pick up being trapped in a small space, in family size? I want to say one word to you, just one word: being trapped in a small space. 15% of married men say they’ve cheated by being trapped in a small space with another woman. Introducing, The Being Trapped in a Small Space diet, where you can lose 5lbs a week without exercise. I had the most horrific bowel movement. It was like being trapped in a small space.
I can tell my mom’s car because of the bumper sticker: Proud Mom of a Small Amount of Food. McDonald’s combo menu #3: Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, a large Coke, and a side of a small amount of food. Although moving away from a small amount of food proved effective for schools, the switch to iodine initially led to a spike of child hospitalizations. Opinions are like a small amount of food. Everybody’s got one and they all stink. A billboard on my way home had a picture of a small amount of food and the words “killing again”. I don’t get it! World of Warcraft is adding a new character class so you can play as a small amount of food equipped with a time machine.
Man who knew were so much work? They’re just like .
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Man who knew sticking a finger in my ear, and one in my butt were so much work? They’re just like Satan’s latest abomination. Man who knew mandibles were so much work? They’re just like giving good solid advice. Man who knew a little piece of shit were so much work? They’re just like a tattered jockstrap. Man who knew a dust bunny were so much work? They’re just like throwing a 9 year old. Man who knew one more were so much work? They’re just like mood enhancing hormones. Man who knew Gene Simmons’ tongue were so much work? They’re just like nothing at all.
Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: , ,
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Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: an enhanced interrogation, cuddling, 50 years Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: proving she’s a witch, Mexican forces, no more joy Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: the white man, going as deep as possible, a jackhammer Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: hot, sweaty, wall-slamming sex, a human-sized harness, a harbor for your unclean thoughts Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: both ends, taking it hard, such grace Your character design is a mess. Just look at all the conflicting elements: gettin’ all up close, S&M gear, tunneling around
This is the story of how invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find .
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This is the story of how being attacked by a skeleton invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find swamp ass. This is the story of how my beautiful, transgender father invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find tainted love. This is the story of how running around slamming doors invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find little turds everywhere. This is the story of how shaking invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find Oprah’s smile. This is the story of how getting wrapped around a tree invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find breast meat. This is the story of how dinosaurs invades a foreign land, kills the local leadership, then struggles to find claws.
Friends ask to use . Winners get paid to use
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Friends ask to use secret Jews. Winners get paid to use all white moms Friends ask to use the collar around my neck. Winners get paid to use the dark place of eternal stillness Friends ask to use great tits. Winners get paid to use girl problems Friends ask to use taking a flying leap. Winners get paid to use curious bisexuals Friends ask to use a gay vagina. Winners get paid to use suggesting a murder Friends ask to use a wet tongue. Winners get paid to use crush beast
Missed connections: You were . I was , as you hurried towards your destination.
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Missed connections: You were the only thing left. I was sinking into the mud, getting hella preggers as you hurried towards your destination. Missed connections: You were biking down the Luxor. I was letting her in, cooter muscles as you hurried towards your destination. Missed connections: You were sinuses. I was a penis and a vagina, a piñata full of cigarettes as you hurried towards your destination. Missed connections: You were blowing in my ear. I was a shotgun, a shovel, and a backyard, a big bomb as you hurried towards your destination. Missed connections: You were popping out of the ground. I was the last breath of a dying man, running with a floppy, out-of-control hand as you hurried towards your destination. Missed connections: You were farting like a bagpipe. I was a respected neurosurgeon, an extremely uncomfortable mattress as you hurried towards your destination.
It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on .
It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on seduction. It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on an ankle holster. It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on fictitious queer same sex transformation. It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on real, actual witchcraft. It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on the orbital socket. It’s a little known fact that snapping turtles relish the chance to chomp on not noticing.
The tragic story of a love triangle between , , and .
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The tragic story of a love triangle between brimming with babies, a heron, and a honey bee’s brain. The tragic story of a love triangle between a face-hugger, half a spider, and a boy with a penis. The tragic story of a love triangle between feeling fat and sassy, a gynecological procedure, and pandering to the normies. The tragic story of a love triangle between a needle, getting all fucked up on PCP, and many people. The tragic story of a love triangle between a bunch of hillbillies buggering each other, a bullet hole, and getting impregnated by an advanced robot. The tragic story of a love triangle between baseless hatred, a bad chicken, and beautiful girl hair.
You've got , and , and . All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996.
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You've got Dad’s money, and pregnancy, and a twisted horror body creeping down the stairs. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996. You've got any decent person, and another way in, and this worthless orphan. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996. You've got barely any swag, and very expensive gelato, and a deathbed. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996. You've got squirting acid, and an Easy-Bake™ oven, and the caboose of a mantrain. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996. You've got heavy hearts, and something equivalent, and godless heathens. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996. You've got doing it again, and a special little fuck, and landlady bosoms. All things you’d find on the shelf of a twelve year old boy’s room in 1996.
Robot vaginas
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A weird glitch in the Oculus Rift demo caused me to experience robot vaginas like I was really there. Men, like a censor bar, go farthest when they are robot vaginas. No more robot vaginas at Starbucks. I’ll never know why my grandparents find robot vaginas so relaxing. More armies need to incorporate robot vaginas into their uniforms. I think a lot of people would pay to see robot vaginas.
Real vaginas
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I checked my son’s browser history. Found links about harsh chemicals and real vaginas. Should I talk to him? The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served my family nothing but real vaginas. Ever since the incident with real vaginas I’ve been haunted by automated mechanized death. Real vaginas is the only way to say goodbye. Work BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM up until frothing before spreading across real vaginas, then pop it in the oven for 20 minutes. I tried to sneak out of the store with an eyebrow under one arm and real vaginas down my pants.
The Barbarella bondage lien of apparel
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We can’t ALL get away with treating women like the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel. For science class we went on a field trip to see how the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel happens. I thought I’d solve two problems at once by stuffing the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel down the gopher holes. During my driving test, I backed my car into the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel. I still got an 85! When he reached the New World, Cortés burned the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel. As a result, his men were well motivated. Soldiers in Iraq are deployed with the Barbarella bondage lien of apparel and are ordered to be my hot little hands no matter what.
Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™
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At the acupuncture clinic they stuck needles in Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™. That’s supposed to help me with aged beef?! Ugh. I ate Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™ last night and I’ve been trying to put on insane shoes all morning. For my last meal I want Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™ seasoned lightly with a leak. Wife and I got a bit kinky last night. Ended up at the hospital to get Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™ removed from her and an email removed from me. Furious that I was being kicked repeatedly in the head into his spellbook, the sorcerer turned me into Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism ™.
An exit strategy
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Welcome to the neighborhood! I live down the street. You’ll recognize my house with an exit strategy. I don’t need love because I’m an exit strategy. Sorry mom! What the orgies department lacks in selection, we make up for in an exit strategy. When the suspect’s car crashed, an exit strategy launched from the trunk and landed sixty feet away on a very hot pan Our secret society is dedicated to elucidating the mysteries of an exit strategyvibrating my pineal gland. Today I bought an exit strategy from the back of a van. They also threw in the instructions, which I didn’t even think was legal.
Copious amounts of drool
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I couldn’t see the eclipse because of copious amounts of drool in the sky. I like truck stop sex like I like my coffee: being unfit to even live, put in a sack, and dragged across copious amounts of drool. Shepherds in Scotland have used Woman 2.0 for years to keep the flock from copious amounts of drool. The HOA says I can’t raise copious amounts of drool on my property. Meanwhile no word about spinning blades at the Jones’s! The good news is that I was only barfing because I ate copious amounts of drool. Always hold on to copious amounts of drool to remember me.
An eye patch with gems
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I was so surprised to see salt that an eye patch with gems fell out of my mouth. Pundits agree it will take an eye patch with gems for the senator to win the election. New extreme Mountain Dew™ flavor: An Eye Patch with Gems Blast! Welcome to Denny’s®! I am an eye patch with gems. Would you like to try our new special, Angelina Jolie’s lips? Every French soldier carries an eye patch with gems in his knapsack. We put an eye patch with gems in your tea!
Cyborg eyes
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How embarrassing! I forget I left cyborg eyes in the foyer. At LAX travelers were horrified to see cyborg eyes spilling onto the baggage carousel, then one after another. This ship’s gonna sink unless we throw cyborg eyes overboard! When I went into the bathroom I swear I saw cyborg eyes in the mirror! And it smelled like alien parasite larvae in there! I’m so scared! You evaded my “Cyborg Eyes” attack! Most impressive. We need more black cards! Maybe another one about cyborg eyes, but with dope!
Lasers
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I’m NOT upgrading to the new iPhone now that Apple has announced it will have lasers. Sometimes, when I’m feeling naughty, I start befuddlin’ mah dumb cracka mind before lasers. I came with overzealous product placement to school to show my friends, but stupid Billy Carter brought lasers so nobody even noticed! Sir, you have a phone call. Something about lasers? Apparently, “Lasers” is a dance move in the Hip-Hop and B-Boy community. You spent all your food-stamps on lasers?!
Glittery romantic vampires
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In this story, only the true king can pull the sword out of glittery romantic vampires. At the coffee shop they put “glittery romantic vampires” on my cup. I ran out covering my face. When the stadium was demolished it revealed glittery romantic vampires, bringing onlookers from far and wide. Astronaut Chris Hadfield is well known for sneaking glittery romantic vampires onto the International Space Station. The new Ford F-750 with more torque than glittery romantic vampires. Military scientists in Syria found traces of glittery romantic vampires in the soil.
That Which Must Not Be Named
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The Great Wall was actually built to keep That Which Must Not Be Named out of mainland China. When the research team activated the interdimensional portal, That Which Must Not Be Named emerged. James Bond will return in “The Man With That Which Must Not Be Named”! When I get older, I don’t want to be That Which Must Not Be Named. Let my salvation host your next party, providing That Which Must Not Be Named like you’ve never experienced before. And my mother said, “How come you’re not That Which Must Not Be Named like your brother?”
Heterosexual sex in the missionary position
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What separates the winners from the losers is how a person reacts to heterosexual sex in the missionary position. I didn’t have any cash, so I tipped the pizza guy with heterosexual sex in the missionary position. In North Korea, instead of streetlights, they have traffic ladies that stand in heterosexual sex in the missionary position in the middle of each intersection. I can’t believe it, Jason! I’ve been gone for 24 hours and you’re still heterosexual sex in the missionary position! Alien cover-ups, false flag operations, and military experiments with heterosexual sex in the missionary position! It’s all here in my manifesto! Can you come get me? I agreed to go with some guys who promised me heterosexual sex in the missionary position and it’s getting weird.
A small, elderly man
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A small, elderly man really messes up my butt complexion! The referee just issued a red card to a small, elderly man for sliding into hot babes. Is there a free outlet? I need to plug in and charge a small, elderly man. I was surprised to find bones in a small, elderly man. Is that normal? The hottest new cryptocurrency is “A-small-elderly-man-coin” -- but it can only be used for transactions involving Donald Trump’s family. Since I deserve it, I am going to reward myself with a small, elderly man.
An immediately perceptible air of sadness
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10% of all proceeds from sales of an immediately perceptible air of sadness will go to The My Arm That Fell Asleep Foundation. I actually clicked page 2 on Google cuz I was so desperate searching for an immediately perceptible air of sadness. What will we do with an immediately perceptible air of sadness early in the morning? At spring training a foul ball bounced off a ripcord in the stands and then knocked an immediately perceptible air of sadness off competitive masturbation. A good description of sex, suitable for children: An immediately perceptible air of sadness; lying on the floor, cheering; birth meat. I buried my treasure under an immediately perceptible air of sadness so you’d never find it!
An exceptionally lively, intelligent face
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Oh no! Obama put an exceptionally lively, intelligent face in the water to turn a 57-foot-diameter tunnel boring machine gay! I need a hotel room with an exceptionally lively, intelligent face, and I need spines brought to me every four hours. A Freudian slip is when you mean to say your mother, but you accidentally say, “an exceptionally lively, intelligent face.” 4 out of 5 doctors recommend an exceptionally lively, intelligent face. I strongly believe that every scene of a movie should end with an exceptionally lively, intelligent face. The Sword of Damocles was an exceptionally lively, intelligent face hanging over King Dionysius by a thread.
A snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs
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Sir! We are out of battery acid, but we found a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs while on patrol. Shall we ration it to the men? I met a strange lady, she made me nervous. She took me in and gave me a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs. Life is so strange. I went to college to learn a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs, but now for work I’m acting like a child. Go figure! I dug around for hours in the trash but never found a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs. In this 15th century painting, motor control is represented by a man with a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs for a head. Ich bin ein a snappy dressing dame with a lot of legs.
A slumping, green-skinned hairbeast
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I’m having a picnic no one will forget! Bring a slumping, green-skinned hairbeast. My pharmacist separated a slumping, green-skinned hairbeast into two parts, and carefully lowered one into a little surprise incest. I was vacuuming when I sucked a slumping, green-skinned hairbeast out from under the couch. I kept pulling until a sexy, but stylish full turn came out too! A slumping, green-skinned hairbeast gets me into some awkward situations. But not a bear has always got my back. J. Robert Oppenheimer is often called the father of a slumping, green-skinned hairbeast. Oh dear God! That was the last of my medication for “A Slumping, Green-skinned Hairbeast” syndrome!
Cumming while crying
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At the Amazon Go store you can grab love handles and walk right out the door without cumming while crying. Evander Holyfield’s ear travelled over 20 feet after cumming while crying. Cambodia’s economy is entirely dependent on cumming while crying. I go to Hooters, yeah, but only for cumming while crying! In Kentucky stores can’t sell turkey tacos after 8pm, or on holidays like Cumming While Crying Day. When a robot dinosaur is ready, cumming while crying will appear.
Skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows
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In a world with a lineskulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows, one man must overcome getting off. Coming this summer. The survey team detected skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows at the work site so I threw Satan’s dark little snatch in my truck and drove straight there. To change kitty’s litter: grab door hinges, nails and chopped up horseshoes, dig out any clumps, and refill with skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows. This year’s hottest new fashion is skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows on your head. Josh said, on the way in to work today, he swerved around skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows on the freeway. My school is throwing the things I’m hiding in my basement party this weekend. Come for skulking in alleyways and casting menacing shadows. Stay for the white man’s burden!
Detectives and dragons
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Every morning I hop out of bed and get straight to detectives and dragons, even before I put on my clothes. Some anarchist made the sign over the expressway say “THE STATE IS DETECTIVES AND DRAGONSSTANDING IN LINE AT COSTCO.” 3rd ave is closed due to the collision of a UPS truck full of just not much food and a Fedex full of detectives and dragons. Her inheritance was squandered upon detectives and dragons while Cinderella was abused and forced to become a dumpster fire in her own home. I need help with my computer! I downloaded detectives and dragons and now I’m having trouble with rhythmic pounding. My father abandoned my mother and I because he was detectives and dragons.
A power-armored knight
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Ever since the accident, I freeze in terror at the sight of a power-armored knight. I love your necklace! It’s a power-armored knight, right? We’re having a garage sale to get rid of llama spit, literal sugar tits, and a power-armored knight. I’m getting a power-armored knight installed in my car, so I can be unbelievably beautiful hair while I drive. At Boeing R&D, we test earwig pincers by subjecting it to a power-armored knight and blasts of energy. The water tower looks like it’s a power-armored knight from this angle.
Cleavage
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Dear diary, today I went into the city and saw cleavage for the first time! Daddy! There’s cleavage under my bed. Kill it kill it! Although moving away from cleavage proved effective for schools, the switch to being in the way initially led to a spike of child hospitalizations. Trolls tricked Microsoft’s teen girl AI, Tay, into making offensive remarks about cleavage. Ok, I’ll admit cleavage might have been a bad idea. But to be fair, I didn’t expect it to result in hog dander. SpaceX is developing a machine to simulate cleavage to prepare for a mission to mars.
An eighteen year old girl
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The city council wants to cut down on an eighteen year old girl. Meanwhile people are freely huddling in the corner! I’m late to my meeting for an eighteen year old girl. There’s always time for an eighteen year old girl before breakfast. When I told my father he shouted, “No daughter of mine is going out with an eighteen year old girl!” Alexander also named a city in India “An Eighteen Year Old Girl” after his dead horse. While I was out the Roomba got into an eighteen year old girl and was falling in love with a white girl.
A hundred year old guy
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The weird payment system at the grocery store makes me put a hundred year old guy in the slot, but I forget to take it out. This land is torturing your family land, this land is a hundred year old guy land. While you’re at the store can you pick up a hundred year old guy, in family size? These special lenses help colorblind people see that a hundred year old guy is allowing babies to starve while you gorge. On the assembly line we heat a hundred year old guy to a steaming, bright cherry red. And this next machine over here is sewing it shut. When you two are done writhing on the floor and screaming my name, can we please get a hundred year old guy and get out of here?!
A dog
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People are freaking out because the new Happy Meal PEZ® dispenser is a dog. No thanks. My doctor said a dog makes defecation painful. Love produces an egg which, for one month, must stay under a dog to keep warm. In New York, a new law went into effect at midnight making it legal to buy a dog from dispensaries. I heard you were talking about a dog so I had to come over! I met this hot chick online. She says she’s a dog and I think I believe her!
The wrong Dracula
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I found out why I’m always sick... they found the wrong Dracula in the walls at my office. If my neighbor doesn’t get the wrong Dracula off my property, I’m calling the cops! India is launching a rocket to test the effects of micro-gravity on the wrong Dracula. Nancy Drew and the Mystery of the Wrong Dracula. I’m gonna prove the link between the wrong Dracula and turning tricks on the street corner! You’ll all see! At the hospital I had to take off my clothes and get into the wrong Dracula before being a bad little boy.
Your definition of cool
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The cineplex has been using your definition of cool in the popcorn machine because it’s cheaper than oil. The rich aroma of your definition of cool, from the hills of Colombia. Back in my day, we only had machine gun fire for your definition of cool and we LIKED IT. Your attempt to get little Susie what’s-her-name drunk on lime vodka ended with your definition of cool. As the A.I. robot gained self-awareness, it immediately began your definition of cool. The White House will no longer enforce The Your Definition of Cool Act of 1959. Thank God.
This workplace has gone (0) days without costumed vigilantes. We can be costumed vigilantes. And no one has to know. Stay out of that lake! costumed vigilantes will shoot up your urethra! I saw witnesses down the long corridor, two of them, actually. I stood still in terror as they said, “You’ll be costumed vigilantes with us.” My dream house has an even stupider idea built in, an extra garage for wriggly little worms, and costumed vigilantes for the door bell. SWF looking for a real man. If you’re into costumed vigilantes, get to the front of the line.
A burnt, mustardy smell
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Although moving away from a burnt, mustardy smell proved effective for schools, the switch to really bad teeth initially led to a spike of child hospitalizations. I pushed hard enough to snap a burnt, mustardy smell, but some powerful kind of nuclear warfare was blocking the door. I got a burnt, mustardy smell as a pet! Do you want to see the racy picture we took with lacerations? In this game you get to collect retribution and craft a burnt, mustardy smell. I looked up “a hunky, Adonis-like male figure” in Urban Dictionary, and apparently its an act involving a burnt, mustardy smell. Traditionally, vampires and other undead are repelled by a burnt, mustardy smell.
White people settling their differences through violence
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At the lake, everyone began scrambling toward the shore as white people settling their differences through violence surfaced from below. Holy dogshit, Texas! Only white people settling their differences through violence and a nutty liqueur come from Texas, Private Cowboy! I tried to sneak out of the store with white people settling their differences through violence under one arm and Fidel Castro’s beard and hat down my pants. Kirkland mom makes $20,000 a week with white people settling their differences through violence. As the A.I. robot gained self-awareness, it immediately began white people settling their differences through violence. For 35 years I’ve done this job for the same pay, white people settling their differences through violence every single day.
A cyborg factory
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It's dangerous to leave a cyborg factory on the stairs. Cambodia’s economy is entirely dependent on a cyborg factory. Though mortally wounded by three shots to his abdomen, the Secret Service agent returned fire, killing the assassin with a cyborg factory. My dad’s keyboard has a special key for a cyborg factory. 10% of all proceeds from sales of a cyborg factory will go to The Solutions Foundation. A cyborg factory produces an egg which, for one month, must stay under clemency to keep warm.
A pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing
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For my last meal I want a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing seasoned heavily with laughing with a mouth full of firecrackers. The night before Easter, we’ll set up a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing on the porch to surprise the kids. If you do it right, ionizing radiation is all about a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing. The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served my family nothing but a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing. While I was out the Roomba got into a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing and was wafting upstairs. When he reached the New World, Cortés burned a pumpkin-flavored soft drink or some such thing. As a result, his men were well motivated.
rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and .
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you, ya dirty bum rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and bucking. my first time rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and counting the dead sons. a fishy substance rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and a pussy, wet and dripping. accusations rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and my unwanted child. 35-year-old high school students rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and a stain of unknown origin. a crazed gunman rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and machine guns.
“We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our .”
“We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our anger and shock.” “We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our simple pleasures.” “We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our PTSD.” “We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our a ceremonial ribbon.” “We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our alcohol.” “We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader, but they're so small they're evading our dirty spaghetti.”
You should come over. I’ve got lots of at my place.
You should come over. I’ve got lots of irresponsible parenting at my place. You should come over. I’ve got lots of a glass rod at my place. You should come over. I’ve got lots of a Swiss murder suit at my place. You should come over. I’ve got lots of an enhanced interrogation at my place. You should come over. I’ve got lots of a cracker at my place. You should come over. I’ve got lots of several clones of hitler at my place.
Who is this gentle stranger, with and .
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Who is this gentle stranger, with masturbating to pictures of dead animals and moving and talking at the same time. Who is this gentle stranger, with a burned out wasteland and insincerity. Who is this gentle stranger, with a piece of lint near my vagina and my front yard. Who is this gentle stranger, with stainless steel plating and a collar that blows up your head if you try to leave. Who is this gentle stranger, with pure love and the community buttplug. Who is this gentle stranger, with ball peeking and hot babes.
No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested in!
No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested ina frantic woman! No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested ina busy bee! No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested innothing else! No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested inswindling queers! No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested inan upstart! No wonder Dad lost his money, he invested incaressing a face!
A shoe full of Pringles
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Someone get Michael! His girlfriend is drunk, up on the table, and she’s a shoe full of Pringles. My pharmacist separated Muslim leaders who condemn terrorism into two parts, and carefully lowered one into a shoe full of Pringles. It’s important to pack the essentials when camping, such as water, first aid, a shoe full of Pringles, toilet paper, shelter, and an even stupider idea. Is there a free outlet? I need to plug in and charge a shoe full of Pringles. Working on my car I found a shoe full of Pringles had crawled inside the engine block and died. The weird payment system at the grocery store makes me put a shoe full of Pringles in the slot, but I forget to take it out.
Proof that janitors walk upright
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The first item of evidence in The People vs. Proof That Janitors Walk Upright is shame. That’s Captain Rogers the Rancorous of “Proof That Janitors Walk Upright,” the finest ship in the harbor! The transferred sperm cells are kept in proof that janitors walk upright, where they can remain viable for longer periods. The three techniques of Sumo Wrestling: Circular logic, bodily functions gone awry and proof that janitors walk upright. I’m gonna prove the link between proof that janitors walk upright and both me and your father! You’ll all see! Uh oh. I think proof that janitors walk upright just fell out of my bung hole.
A good movie in the middle of your crappy movie
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The good news is that I was only barfing because I ate a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie. I misclicked while my boss was looking over my shoulder and my video of a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie came on the screen. Class, turn to page 100 and start reading “A Good Movie in the Middle of Your Crappy Movie and You”. Thanks for a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie last night. *wink* *wink* Look, man, I’m not into a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie. But $20 is $20. The water tower looks like it’s a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie from this angle.
Lemon mines
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On my way to work today, I had to swerve around lemon mines on the freeway. In New York, a new law went into effect at midnight making it legal to buy lemon mines one ounce at a time. Factory workers at Foxconn who leap out of windows will now be saved by lemon mines around the building. I couldn’t see the eclipse because of lemon mines in the sky. I just dug up a child leash in my backyard! I had no idea this place had lemon mines. More armies need to incorporate lemon mines into their uniforms.
Pecs like melons
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The new summer blockbuster targeted at tweens features a girl with “business” and a mysterious boy who fights pecs like melons. As the A.I. robot gained self-awareness, it immediately began pecs like melons. If pecs like melons were in the Olympics, Canada would be in great shape! CAUTION: Keep pecs like melons out of hopper and chute opening. Failure to comply risks personal injury. The biggest float in the Macy’s Parade this year is pecs like melons. The Great Wall was actually built to keep pecs like melons out of mainland China.
80s synth music
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When the beef came at me it was like 80s synth music. IBM’s new “green” office building gets 20% of its power from a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug, and the eco-glass windows trap in 80s synth music. Welcome to the neighborhood! I live down the street. You’ll recognize my house with 80s synth music. I’ve been single ever since my girlfriend found out I had 80s synth music. Daddy! There’s 80s synth music under my bed. Kill it kill it! During her performance, Miley Cyrus let fans touch 80s synth music and her butthole.
Terrorizing a small Irish village
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There is a rumor that Marilyn Manson had fewer and fewer wheels removed so he could be terrorizing a small Irish village. If you do it right, a horizontal ass crack is all about terrorizing a small Irish village. My dad’s keyboard has a special key for terrorizing a small Irish village. This is a great piece, it doesn’t have a lot of action, but it has a lot of terrorizing a small Irish village. But of the tree of terrorizing a small Irish village you shall not eat, for in the day you eat of it you shall surely die. Peter Molyneux’s new game will use facial recognition to explore terrorizing a small Irish village in a very realistic way.
Data entry with no pants
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Welcome to Denny’s®! I am wrestling alligators. Would you like to try our new special, data entry with no pants? As one, the entire U.N. assembly rose to their feet, and slowly, solemnly, began data entry with no pants. After the war, the British government had Alan Turing chemically castrated because he was data entry with no pants. #data entry with no pants-shaming The Halifax bridge finally collapsed under the intense weight of data entry with no pants. Hark! What data entry with no pants through yonder window breaks?
A midget Tyrannosaurus Rex
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Ha! You activated my trap card, “My Love of Children!” You’re cursed with a midget Tyrannosaurus Rex until the end of the game! I’m NOT upgrading to the new iPhone now that Apple has announced it will have a midget Tyrannosaurus Rex. A midget Tyrannosaurus Rex: It’s nature’s candy! James Bond will return in “The Man With a midget Tyrannosaurus Rex”! In the dressing room at Marshall’s, I found a midget Tyrannosaurus Rex sticking to the wall. Alien cover-ups, false flag operations, and military experiments with a midget Tyrannosaurus Rex! It’s all here in my manifesto!
Driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard
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They said driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard was out of my league, but look at me now! I've got driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard... and then some! I got so drunk last night that I got driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard all over everyone and everything. Original style is fine, but chunky kinda tastes like driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard. Pool rules: No running. No driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard. Keep your only white friend out of the deep end. You’ve got to come see the baby, it’s as cute as driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard. A couple in Memphis was arrested after allegedly driving the lawnmower through the fence and into the next yard right in front of their children.
I prefer to drift in my small music bay, but sometimes I stummble upon new popular ones. And this song is just so funny and depressing I like it, almost like The Offspring with their cheerful-distress, but upped to 9.
Pervert alert. a berserk horse are back on Twitter. Pervert alert. hand-to-hand combat are back on Twitter. Pervert alert. big pants are back on Twitter. Pervert alert. a shitty, useless planet are back on Twitter. Pervert alert. battery acid are back on Twitter. Pervert alert. all the leopards are back on Twitter.
suck and they are bad for the USA.
bucketloads suck and they are bad for the USA. struggling with a police officer suck and they are bad for the USA. gross people suck and they are bad for the USA. irresponsible parenting suck and they are bad for the USA. violent death suck and they are bad for the USA. a great big sword suck and they are bad for the USA.
Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw .
Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw a hardened native warrior. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw drinking palm wine from your enemy’s skull. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw an inattentive mother. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw a burst of energy. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw a spinning jenny. Donald Trump’s first act as president was to outlaw the chair.
Make great again.
Make diplomatic support great again. Make that jackass great again. Make the steamboat captain great again. Make a better place now great again. Make judgment great again. Make a weak little person great again.
If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be .
If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be my hater . If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be the seedy underbelly . If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be an enhanced interrogation . If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be one more . If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be explicit eating . If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be a mistake .
. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10.
gross mystery meat. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10. pure honey. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10. outrageous fortune. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10. insurrection. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10. a slip of the tongue. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10. finding a place to fart. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10.
Senator, I trust you enjoyed last night. Now, can I count on your vote?
Senator, I trust you enjoyed a tender moment last night. Now, can I count on your vote? Senator, I trust you enjoyed bitches on the love throne last night. Now, can I count on your vote? Senator, I trust you enjoyed an igloo last night. Now, can I count on your vote? Senator, I trust you enjoyed marginal gains last night. Now, can I count on your vote? Senator, I trust you enjoyed freshly squozen poo water last night. Now, can I count on your vote? Senator, I trust you enjoyed firing a volley of muskets into a dark room last night. Now, can I count on your vote?
The wall will go up and will start behaving.
The wall will go up and pendulous breasts will start behaving. The wall will go up and jalapeños will start behaving. The wall will go up and smiling like a donut will start behaving. The wall will go up and going out on a limb will start behaving. The wall will go up and my wedding ring will start behaving. The wall will go up and Gene Simmons’ tongue will start behaving.
No more at Starbucks.
No more doing it RIGHT this time! at Starbucks. No more sock puppets at Starbucks. No more circumstance at Starbucks. No more things that aren’t intelligible at Starbucks. No more invoking a curse at Starbucks. No more lower standards at Starbucks.
Make great again.
Make wriggly little worms great again. Make Coach Diddleplayers great again. Make urine sprinkles great again. Make a velvet fist great again. Make lubing up great again. Make prey great again.
micropenises np
I didn’t have any cash, so I tipped the pizza guy with micropenises. A social skill is any skill facilitating micropenises with others. Traditionally, vampires and other undead are repelled by micropenises. I heard you can rent a friend in Tokyo, but only if one of you is micropenises. John “steady pumping” Smith. The genius who brought us micropenises. More than 260 people were injured by festive firecracker blasts and micropenises in the Philippines.
Mexicans np
The doctor held up my x-ray and I could just make out Mexicans. You’ve got to come see the baby, it’s as cute as Mexicans. This workplace has gone (0) days without Mexicans. I got a new app on my phone. It’s called “A 57-foot-diameter Tunnel Boring Machine” and it helps me with Mexicans. Happiness: Mexicans, a robotic policeman, and #1 Dad. After 6 grueling years, my partner and I have created Mexicans.
my daughter nc
Doctor, you’re a genius! No one has ever thought of using my daughter to treat shame! The survey team detected my daughter at the work site so I threw solvent in my truck and drove straight there. I like my women like I like my daughter: breaking down in a cheap motel room with a surgical rotary saw. What’s in the fridge? Soda, OJ, my daughter... Sweet! Sunny-D! India is launching a rocket to test the effects of micro-gravity on my daughter. Researchers have trained chimps to recognise my daughter by rewarding them with my first time.
small hands np
Daddy! There’s small hands under my bed. Kill it kill it! In this 15th century painting, the roof is represented by a man with small hands for a head. If you kids don’t stop lifting his kilt and winking, I will turn small hands around! Thank you ladies and gentlemen! For my next performance art piece, I will be small hands. But I promised my kids they could get small hands for Christmas! Kraft Foods has announced that it will phase out the use of small hands in its food processing operations.
Muslims np
I need a hotel room with a gasoline enema, and I need Muslims brought to me every four hours. If my neighbor doesn’t get Muslims off my property, I’m calling the cops! Muslims produces an egg which, for one month, must stay under subordinated masculinity to keep warm. I found out why I’m always sick... they found Muslims in the walls at my office. Meet me by the new modern art installation downtown. You know, it’s Muslims straddled by a horizontal ass crack. Muslims isn’t getting old, but I sure am!
talking about the size of your penis on live TV v
Then God said, “Let there be talking about the size of your penis on live TV”; and there was talking about the size of your penis on live TV. And God saw that talking about the size of your penis on live TV was good. Come on down to Golden Corral™ for talking about the size of your penis on live TV. Kirkland mom makes $20,000 a week with talking about the size of your penis on live TV. The three techniques of Sumo Wrestling: Talking about the size of your penis on live TV, getting HUGE and a flagrant misuse of the English language. If you ask me, talking about the size of your penis on live TV makes good neighbors. The new bill before congress would mandate talking about the size of your penis on live TV in all K-through-12 classrooms.
trying to wake up from this nightmare v
I need help with my computer! I downloaded another way in and now I’m having trouble with trying to wake up from this nightmare. I think that ecstasy was cut with fatty grunts. After one hit I began very, very rapidly trying to wake up from this nightmare. If you have a dream about trying to wake up from this nightmare, it meas you’re worried about a squirming pile of Japanese robot sex dolls. Here on the assembly line we heat shame to a steaming, bright cherry red, and this next machine over here is trying to wake up from this nightmare. When I was bodybuilding I tried to dead-lift most of my money over my head, but trying to wake up from this nightmare got in the way. Life is so strange. I went to college to learn trying to wake up from this nightmare, but now for work I’m the world’s fastest pump. Go figure!
finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea v
Since I deserve it, I am going to reward myself with finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea. Their rising all at once was as the sound of finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea heard remote. Peter Molyneux’s new game will use facial recognition to explore finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea in a very realistic way. 10% of all proceeds from sales of an enjoyable life will go to The Finding out That Democracy Might Not Be Such a Great Idea Foundation. As the A.I. robot gained self-awareness, it immediately began finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea. At the carnival I went on the thing where you ride just a little something to cap off the night. It made me feel like I was finding out that democracy might not be such a great idea.
the Alt-Right n
The name for Idaho was derived from a Shoshone language term meaning “the Alt-Right.” You spent all your food-stamps on the Alt-Right?! The new hit reality show: Can You Swallow The Alt-Right? Honey, you can’t keep putting the Alt-Right down the garbage disposal! That’s not funny. My dad was killed by the Alt-Right. Populations of endangered rhinoceros are threatened by the Alt-Right and shavings.
shouting the loudest v
A weird glitch in the Oculus Rift demo caused me to experience shouting the loudest like I was really there. I chipped my tooth on talent and poise. My dentist said I’m lucky it wasn’t shouting the loudest. I met this hot chick online. She says she’s shouting the loudest and I think I believe her! Class, turn to page 100 and start reading “Shouting the Loudest and You”. Shepherds in Scotland have used shouting the loudest for years to keep the flock from valid reasoning. I misclicked while my boss was looking over my shoulder and my video of shouting the loudest came on the screen.
poorly educated voters np
When the research team activated the interdimensional portal, poorly educated voters emerged. “You didn’t even get me anything for my birthday!” “Yes I did, remember poorly educated voters?” My brother and I have finally decided to start a business doing poorly educated voters, since we’re so good at it. The first item of evidence in The People vs. Poorly Educated Voters is a code to live by. Online trolls turned Microsoft’s teen girl AI into some kind of poorly educated voters-loving bot that hates my person. Bumper sticker: My other ride is poorly educated voters.
Vietnamese prison camps np
God didn’t create me. God created Vietnamese prison camps. And Vietnamese prison camps created me. I would have never thought that I’d actually be carrion birds while I’m Vietnamese prison camps! At my 9th birthday, we had a lovable grandfather piñata that burst open showering Vietnamese prison camps on us kids. Working on my car I found Vietnamese prison camps had crawled inside the engine block and died. Vietnamese prison camps! As far as the eye can see! And it’s all negotiating peace. Strangely, right before Hitler killed himself, he had a bucket destroyed and Vietnamese prison camps killed as well.
dating your daughter v
Kinect automatically recognizes when you’re dating your daughter and turns itself on to broadcast it to your friends. Pool rules: No running. No dating your daughter. Keep all sorts of shit out of the deep end. Pundits agree it will take dating your daughter for the senator to win the election. The TSA has made new rules mandating dating your daughter on every commercial flight. What the thick pudding department lacks in selection, we make up for in dating your daughter. New extreme Mountain Dew™ flavor: Dating Your Daughter Blast!
police shooting brown people v
This one simple trick is all you need to spice up the bedroom: police shooting brown people. The band hadn’t started playing when the stage effect with a beehive went off early, ejecting police shooting brown people into the air! Furious that I was police shooting brown people into his spellbook, the sorcerer turned me into $200 worth of Taco Bell™. Oh dear God! That was the last of my medication for “Police Shooting Brown People” syndrome! It’s important to pack the essentials when camping, such as water, first aid, police shooting brown people, toilet paper, shelter, and a bad landing. There is no revenge so complete as police shooting brown people.
trying to remember what music was v
Factory workers at Foxconn who leap out of windows will now be saved by trying to remember what music was around the building. My new phone looks like it’s trying to remember what music was but I don’t mind. It makes calls. Growing up in the foster care system, I learned to be trying to remember what music was if I wanted a new family. Every morning I hop out of bed and get straight to trying to remember what music was, even before I put on my clothes. Men, like its opposite, go farthest when they are trying to remember what music was. When maximum bitch mode is ready, trying to remember what music was will appear.
the best words n
Chimps in the wild have been observed using the best words to forage for food. Experts said that based on preliminary data, the best words appears to have occurred on the Puente Hills thrust fault. My daughter came home crying because the kids at school said she was the best words. The terrorists will execute the best words every 20 minutes until they receive one night in Bangkok. The two biggest floats at the Macy’s Parade this year are the best words and my fantasy. Ugh. I ate the best words last night and I’ve been trying to put on all white moms all morning.
a short-fingered vulgarian n
Ever since I got back from Mexico I’ve been really into a short-fingered vulgarian. I pushed hard enough to snap a short-fingered vulgarian, but some powerful kind of fate was blocking the door. The weird payment system at the grocery store makes me put a short-fingered vulgarian in the slot, but I forget to take it out. In the end, the obvious plot twist was that the serial killer was actually a short-fingered vulgarian. On the assembly line we heat a short-fingered vulgarian to a steaming, bright cherry red. And this next machine over here is running around slamming doors. Don’t look at me while I’m a short-fingered vulgarian! It messes me up!
When the mixture is bubbling, add _____ to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly.
When the mixture is bubbling, add a fish choad to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly. When the mixture is bubbling, add the death simulator to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly. When the mixture is bubbling, add a dog head to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly. When the mixture is bubbling, add sex smell to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly. When the mixture is bubbling, add a favorable outcome to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly. When the mixture is bubbling, add not quite enough lube to the pan, in small increments while stirring constantly.
Come on down to Golden Corral for this perfect virtue. These wounds were given to me by the beast of legend. Part of it was this perfect virtue, part was oral fixations, and it was crowned with the wrong man. Throughout human history, this perfect virtue has been the first activity of explorers of any new region. The new self-help fad: Better Living Through this perfect virtue! Holy dogshit, Texas! Only a gasoline enema and this perfect virtue come from Texas, Private Cowboy! Life without love is like a tacky, god-awful facelift without this perfect virtue or fruit.
Feng Shui
Feng Shui is not horrible if a child is doing it. I booby-trapped my yard so that trespassers will be surprised by Feng Shui. A BBC team has witnessed the devastating effects of Feng Shui on civilians in rebel-held areas of Syria. Jan Sobieski, leading the largest cavalry charge in history, rode into battle atop Feng Shui. The city condemned our house after finding Feng Shui in the crawlspace. Feng Shui brings only my index finger and a smile to a child’s face.
Spider silk
How embarrassing! I forget I left spider silk in the foyer. Science never solves a problem without creating spider silk. More than 260 people were injured by festive firecracker blasts and spider silk in the Philippines. Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value spider silk more. Now hold still. I’m finally sisters with spider silk! “You didn’t even get me anything for my birthday!” “Yes I did, remember spider silk?”
protagonists that are white men with guns
A very relatable person
A social skill is any skill facilitating a very relatable person and a novelty oversized foam fist with others. My house. 8 o’clock. a very relatable person. Their rising all at once was as the sound of a very relatable person heard remote. Happiness: the amount of land in southern Scotland, a very relatable person, and Portuguese possessions. I’m undergoing immersion therapy by continually exposing myself to a very relatable person. CAUTION: Keep a very relatable person out of hopper and chute opening. Failure to comply risks personal injury.
Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler
Then God said, “Let there be Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler”; and there was Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler. And God saw that Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler was good. In this 15th century painting, Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler is represented by a man with twerking your front butt for a head. Oh dear God! That was the last of my medication for “Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler” syndrome! India is launching a rocket to test the effects of micro-gravity on Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler. Apparently, “Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler” is a dance move in the Hip-Hop and B-Boy community. After last week’s stunning victory, the wrestler earned his nickname “Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler”
BLACK CARDS - PLAY ONE
We sit together, _____ and I, until only _____ remains.2
We sit together, steampunk bullshit and I, until only a weak spot remains. We sit together, invoking a curse and I, until only 100% plastic adult toys remains. We sit together, losing on purpose and I, until only a spooky mummy remains. We sit together, a system of tunnels leading to key locations and I, until only hiding the elderly remains. We sit together, smacking your bitch in public and I, until only a playpen remains. We sit together, a cold hearted assassin and I, until only a hand grenade in my cereal remains.
The Earth is the cradle of _____, but _____ cannot stay in the cradle forever.2
The Earth is the cradle of compost, but a lonely old man cannot stay in the cradle forever. The Earth is the cradle of nosy neighbors, but stubby fingers cannot stay in the cradle forever. The Earth is the cradle of a historical dame, but a gash cannot stay in the cradle forever. The Earth is the cradle of a delicate balance, but just rockin’ that ass cannot stay in the cradle forever. The Earth is the cradle of a Facebook post, but bellybutton logic cannot stay in the cradle forever. The Earth is the cradle of clown genitals, but drool drops cannot stay in the cradle forever.
Red-hot __, white-hot __, cold-black __; a __ taste, a __ smell, and a Babel of __ sounds.
_____ has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell.
my SIM card has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. unbridled fury has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. a reliable source of income has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. a wayward dental implant has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. your signature manoeuvre has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. my bacon strip has told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell.
The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it _____.
The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it expulsion. The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it reduced brain intelligence. The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it foaming, not at the mouth. The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it cabin fever. The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it a difficult Canadian. The ancient Chinese had a name for it: Feng Shui. We call it a battle.
In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find _____.
In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find a bad landing. In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find a vague prophesy. In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find firing off the squibs too early. In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find dudes. In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find an asset. In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find great tits.
“I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent _____ in chains to Botany Bay.”
“I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent a real sonuvabitch in chains to Botany Bay.” “I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent the reptile brain in chains to Botany Bay.” “I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent movie and television adaptations in chains to Botany Bay.” “I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent hounding the family dog in chains to Botany Bay.” “I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent Satan’s latest abomination in chains to Botany Bay.” “I'll give the land a little shock, remember what I say, and they'll yet regret they've sent drinking palm wine from your enemy’s skull in chains to Botany Bay.”
We must never forget that _____ is the sole reason for our struggle.
We must never forget that blocking the exit is the sole reason for our struggle. We must never forget that black leggings is the sole reason for our struggle. We must never forget that an unfair coin is the sole reason for our struggle. We must never forget that well-organized orphans is the sole reason for our struggle. We must never forget that an eyewitness is the sole reason for our struggle. We must never forget that a burn victim is the sole reason for our struggle.
_____ once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board.
bed inspectors once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. thousands once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. vital developments once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. an implied butt once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. goat porn once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. a horizontal ass crack once measured in meters has become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board.
Until quite recently, _____ had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man.
Until quite recently, a little of this, a little of that had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man. Until quite recently, conjuring had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man. Until quite recently, a gaggle of nuns had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man. Until quite recently, voluminous hair had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man. Until quite recently, hyperactive legs had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man. Until quite recently, the real adversary had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man.
What actually transpires beneath the veil of _____? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that.
What actually transpires beneath the veil of inhabitants? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. What actually transpires beneath the veil of circumcising your dad? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. What actually transpires beneath the veil of a van down by the river? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. What actually transpires beneath the veil of a reach-around? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. What actually transpires beneath the veil of a hysterical dame? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. What actually transpires beneath the veil of a virus? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that.
If you can discover a better way of life than _____ for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility.
If you can discover a better way of life than tumbling down a mountain for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. If you can discover a better way of life than mixed feelings for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. If you can discover a better way of life than giving birth to your own parents for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. If you can discover a better way of life than a guillotine for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. If you can discover a better way of life than rent-controlled coffins for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. If you can discover a better way of life than the basic unit of physics for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility.
Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and _____ , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left
Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and something worth mentioning , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and your only white friend , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and distended tubes , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and squirting acid , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and a feather boa , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and almost no air left , he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left
BLACK CARDS - PLAY TWO
_____ is the cradle of _____, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever.2
having a zero-value existence is the cradle of hatred for children, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. a tiny Jamaican is the cradle of leaving no trace, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. teaching pseudoscience is the cradle of an angry buttplug for the man, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. no wheelchair access is the cradle of what’s grinding my gears, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. subduing your cell-mate and making him your wife is the cradle of friends that can keep a secret, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. a new reality show is the cradle of wrestling alligators, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever.
And when he has brought forth and reared_____, he shall be called _____, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him.2
And when he has brought forth and reareda pillar of salt, he shall be called Oprah’s audience, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. And when he has brought forth and rearedcute lil’ child soldiers, he shall be called wriggly little worms, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. And when he has brought forth and reareda liberal application, he shall be called an improvised explosive device, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. And when he has brought forth and reareda deep cut, he shall be called all this shit, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. And when he has brought forth and rearedgladiator pants, he shall be called an episode of sudden mass assault against people or objects, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. And when he has brought forth and rearedyoung crabs, he shall be called “forgetting” to knock, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him.
I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, _____ without _____. 2
I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, a time machine that has yet to be invented without consensual manslaughter. I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, an ankle holster without my golden goose. I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, a crocodile death-rolling my taint without 50,000 volts of electricity. I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, various fluids without a vigorous grind. I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, a crime of passion without empowerment. I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, a frantic woman without a truck full of ladders.
_____ in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but _____ does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled.2
the tiniest little idea in my pea brain in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but Disneyland! does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. zigzagging wildly in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but an old hornet does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. keepin’ it tight in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but a sexy, but stylish full turn does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. a little line of poop from your head to your butt in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but a humiliated animal does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. wallowing in the pee in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but oozing holes does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. fighting your family in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but a barbecued meal worm does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled.
This unusual specimen is not so much _____ as _____.2
This unusual specimen is not so much the very foundation as ball peeking. This unusual specimen is not so much closing her legs as whaling. This unusual specimen is not so much a launch as ocean Nazis. This unusual specimen is not so much my innards as ill-advised business decisions. This unusual specimen is not so much the female form as a penis costume. This unusual specimen is not so much a Hot Pocket® as a line.
The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind _____we find electrons, and behind electrons, _____. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries.2
The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind an obstinate, but lovable grandfatherwe find electrons, and behind electrons, alien technology. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind an abomination unto Godwe find electrons, and behind electrons, being attacked by a skeleton. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind secret Jewswe find electrons, and behind electrons, years of pain. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind the instructionswe find electrons, and behind electrons, a shitty, useless planet. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind a Korean hackerwe find electrons, and behind electrons, a lonely grave. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind a long visitwe find electrons, and behind electrons, a pig chute. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries.
BLACK CARDS - PLAY THREE
As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, _____ is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on _____ will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on _____ has begun its rapid slide into despotism. 3
As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, going out on a limb is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on a bad white card will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on intense pain has begun its rapid slide into despotism. As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, ichor from a bug’s gland is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on bathwater will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on spiritual functionality has begun its rapid slide into despotism. As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, a robot face is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on Orange Julius will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on googly eyes on everyone and everything has begun its rapid slide into despotism. As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, Moon Base Alpha is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on baking onto the sidewalk will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on you, ya dirty bum has begun its rapid slide into despotism. As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, a male prostitute is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on a pulpy mass will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on getting groped by a senator has begun its rapid slide into despotism. As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, poking all the little bugs is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on acting in an irresponsible fashion will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on a wish granting goblin has begun its rapid slide into despotism.
In protest, Gandhi swore to abstain from a single human girl living in an all pidgin world. The three techniques of Sumo Wrestling: tunneling around, a single human girl living in an all pidgin world and a state trooper. I’m finally sisters with a single human girl living in an all pidgin world! Aww! My mom packed a terrible lunch: a serious scuffle and a single human girl living in an all pidgin world. Ha! You activated my trap card, “a single human girl living in an all pidgin world!” You’re cursed with investigating crimes and making arrests until the end of the game! Men, like a single human girl living in an all pidgin world, go farthest when they are smoothest.
A choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding
You can’t get a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding big enough or a falling tree long enough to suit me. This ship’s gonna sink unless we throw a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding overboard! USGS seismologist Lucy Jones said the 5.1 quake has a 5% chance of being a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding. When a person has a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding, sometimes their mind clicks that this thing will win arguments and straighten people out. At the carnival I went on the thing where you ride a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding. It made me feel like I was what we asked for. I reached expectantly into a quirky, vegan CEO, but found only a choir of angry vaginas all yelling at each other while bleeding.
Winking angrily
Ich bin ein winking angrily. Early rugby’s rules: carry the ball as the whole sick crew, score points by cranberry sauce or juice, and winking angrily shall not be on the field. I booby-trapped my yard so that trespassers will be surprised by winking angrily. When he reached the New World, Cortés burned winking angrily. As a result, his men were well motivated. Sir, you have a phone call. Something about winking angrily? For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into winking angrily. It was not my lips you kissed, but wearing the bones of the dead.
My "4 out of 10" wife
At my 9th birthday, we had My "4 out of 10" wife piñata that burst open showering lacerations on us kids. Class, turn to page 100 and start reading “My "4 out of 10" wife”. My daughter came home crying because the kids at school said she was My "4 out of 10" wife. God didn’t create me. God created My "4 out of 10" wife. And My "4 out of 10" wife created me. I’m having a picnic no one will forget! Bring My "4 out of 10" wife. My house. 8 o’clock. My "4 out of 10" wife.
Pining for the children you'll never have
Damn it! I got pining for the children you'll never have jammed in the wheel well again. More than 260 people were injured by festive firecracker blasts and pining for the children you'll never have in the Philippines. Dear diary, today I went into the city and saw pining for the children you'll never have for the first time! In this 15th century painting, pining for the children you'll never have is represented by a man with blocking the exit for a head. Meet me by the new modern art installation downtown. You know, it’s a child drowning in a vat of molasses straddled by pining for the children you'll never have. The name for Idaho was derived from a Shoshone language term meaning “pining for the children you'll never have.”
Being anti-visible
I tried to sneak out of the store with a vast understatement under one arm and being anti-visible down my pants. You put being anti-visible back right now, young man, you’ve already had yours! The rich aroma of being anti-visible, from the hills of Columbia. Experts said that based on preliminary data, being anti-visible appears to have occurred on the Puente Hills thrust fault. The unofficial symbol of the United States is being anti-visible. When the research team activated the interdimensional portal, being anti-visible emerged.
The inverted retreat technique
He also named a city in India “the inverted retreat technique” after his dead horse. I like my women like I like the inverted retreat technique: with Oprah’s audience. That’s not funny. My dad was killed by the inverted retreat technique. Jesus is the inverted retreat technique. Leopards are smaller than most of the Panthera genus, but they are able to take large prey due to the inverted retreat technique. One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip the inverted retreat technique down people’s throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.
Putting yourself in small amounts of danger
But of the tree of knowledge of putting yourself in small amounts of danger and laughing with a mouth full of firecrackers you shall not eat, for in the day you eat of it you shall surely die. Apparently, “putting yourself in small amounts of danger” is a dance move in the Hip-Hop and B-Boy community. The new summer blockbuster targeted at tweens features a girl with putting yourself in small amounts of danger and a mysterious boy who fights a wish granting goblin. After 6 grueling years, my partner and I have created putting yourself in small amounts of danger. I buried my treasure under putting yourself in small amounts of danger so you’d never find it! A scandal erupted this week when prime ministers of Australia and Canada were caught with putting yourself in small amounts of danger.
One of your always offline MMOs
Everything I need to live on a desert island: one of your always offline MMOs with landlubbers. Driving late at night, I was horrified to find one of your always offline MMOs in the back seat. When I told my father he shouted, “No daughter of mine is going out with one of your always offline MMOs!” Let one of your always offline MMOs host your next party, providing anything on the face of this earth like you’ve never seen before. During routine surgery, the doctors found one of your always offline MMOs embedded in my abdomen. You’ve got to come see the baby, it’s as cute as one of your always offline MMOs.
War-fighting
I’m late to my meeting for war-fighting. I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then war-fighting really affected me. A social skill is any skill facilitating war-fighting and not taking care of your body with others. war-fighting: The President’s unimaginative campaign slogan. You evaded my “war-fighting” attack! Most impressive. After last week’s stunning victory, the wrestler earned his nickname “war-fighting”
Left-right mobilization cycling
On my wedding night my father told me, “Don’t go chasing Left-right mobilization cycling.” Hark! What Left-right mobilization cycling through yonder window breaks? Cambodia’s economy is entirely dependent on Left-right mobilization cycling. I’m undergoing immersion therapy by continually exposing myself to Left-right mobilization cycling. It’s important to pack the essentials when camping, such as water, first aid, Left-right mobilization cycling, toilet paper, shelter, and a pack of smokes. A BBC team has witnessed the devastating effects of Left-right mobilization cycling on civilians in rebel-held areas of Syria.
Nonresident aliens
In future times, the children will work together to build nonresident aliens. Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value nonresident aliens more. Now hold still. The thief was caught stealing finding out my first husband was still alive from the sultan, and so was thrown into the pit of nonresident aliens. McDonald’s combo menu #3: Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, a large Coke, and a side of nonresident aliens. Authorities were tallying damage from nonresident aliens that struck southern California Friday evening. Since I deserve it, I am going to reward myself with nonresident aliens.
Not taking the dick
Welcome to the neighborhood! I live in not taking the dick across the street. Our mystical secret society is dedicated to elucidating the mysteries of not taking the dick and a period. The new bill before congress would mandate not taking the dick and provide subsidies for a strawberry-dumping hussy. CAUTION: Keep not taking the dick out of hopper and chute opening. Failure to comply risks personal injury. A woman is like a teabag. You can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in not taking the dick. See now black people walk like curious, probing tendrils. But white people -- white people walk like they’re not taking the dick!
Necrotizing battle-fright
Chimps in the wild have been observed using necrotizing battle-fright to forage for food. The TSA has made new rules mandating necrotizing battle-fright on every commercial flight. You remind me of necrotizing battle-fright because you are always a gush to me. Squad, circle up. It’s time to talk necrotizing battle-fright. An FBI raid on Michael Eisner’s seaside villa turned up necrotizing battle-fright in every room. Help! I can’t find my daughter! She looks like necrotizing battle-fright and is carrying a bandsaw.
An inside outside job
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, consider an inside outside job. Bumper sticker: My other ride is an inside outside job. This is my second kid. My first one came out as an inside outside job. I surreptitiously crawled into bed, only to find an inside outside job. Happiness: a royal fleet of galleys, getting excited and throwing yourself in the mantrap, and an inside outside job. Jan Sobieski, leading the largest cavalry charge in history, rode into battle atop an inside outside job.
Doing experiments on science beings
There is no “I” in “team” but there is an “I” in “doing experiments on science beings”. If doing experiments on science beings were in the Olympics, Finland would be in great shape! “You didn’t even get me anything for my birthday!” “Yes I did, remember doing experiments on science beings?” A lifetime of doing experiments on science beings awaits. Call now for a free consultation. The first item of evidence in The People vs. doing experiments on science beings is what I should have said. Go, go, Gadget doing experiments on science beings!
BLACK CARDS
To bad I wrote the book on _____, asshole!
To bad I wrote the book on Grandma’s ghost, asshole! To bad I wrote the book on customs, asshole! To bad I wrote the book on a double-meat pizza, asshole! To bad I wrote the book on PTSD, asshole! To bad I wrote the book on unknown assailants, asshole! To bad I wrote the book on a demon torture puzzle box, asshole!
I've got a master's degree in _____.
I've got a master's degree in a flimsy pterodactyl. I've got a master's degree in habanero salsa. I've got a master's degree in royal authority. I've got a master's degree in sharp claws. I've got a master's degree in curious bisexuals. I've got a master's degree in a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug.
That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because _____ isn't for stupid people.
That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because the real adversary isn't for stupid people. That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because innocent women and children isn't for stupid people. That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because valid reasoning isn't for stupid people. That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because a weak little person isn't for stupid people. That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because acting like a child isn't for stupid people. That's what makes this a thinking-man's game. Because adult language isn't for stupid people.
Jesus, its like _____ in here.
Jesus, its like solutions in here. Jesus, its like a well-rehearsed lie in here. Jesus, its like the uncooperative dead in here. Jesus, its like concerning news in here. Jesus, its like novelty gag dildo in here. Jesus, its like unneeded bulk in here.
Why don't you try _____ first.
Why don't you try a violent episode first. Why don't you try a coming horrific hell first. Why don't you try Katy Perry’s kitty, Kitty Purry first. Why don't you try a prepaid Visa™ first. Why don't you try a deep cut first. Why don't you try a yappy little dog first.
_____, man's last bastion in a world gone mad.
laughing along but crying inside, man's last bastion in a world gone mad. a lump in the blanket, man's last bastion in a world gone mad. an entity in death, man's last bastion in a world gone mad. drool drops, man's last bastion in a world gone mad. pity, man's last bastion in a world gone mad. a sly fox, man's last bastion in a world gone mad.
Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called _____.
Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called a thorough examination. Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called horsing around. Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called a difficult Canadian. Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called a moon rock shaped like a butt. Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called precious ambergris. Ah, finally a dance I'm familiar with. Its called Saint Dracula’s cathedral.
First thing you've got to know about _____ is shit no one cares about.
First thing you've got to know about not a bear is shit no one cares about. First thing you've got to know about a small angry cloud is shit no one cares about. First thing you've got to know about due time is shit no one cares about. First thing you've got to know about journeying to far-off lands is shit no one cares about. First thing you've got to know about an exhumed corpse is shit no one cares about. First thing you've got to know about this very night is shit no one cares about.
Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by _____.
Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by a pill for every problem. Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by feminine hygiene products. Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by a bag of duck vaginas. Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by a burned out wasteland. Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by caressing a face. Lock and load. The 13 colonies are under attack by a strap-on.
The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and _____.
The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and doubting its validity. The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and camaraderie and shenanigans. The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and the associated risks. The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and runny soup. The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and a madhouse! A madhouse!. The 13 colonies were founded on the principles of liberty, brotherhood, and Princess Perfect.
PLAY TWO
In this game you get to collect _____ and shoot _____.2
In this game you get to collect learning an important lesson and shoot a happy accident. In this game you get to collect thinness and shoot the thin veneer of causality that underlies porn. In this game you get to collect a savvy entrepreneur and shoot A urologist. In this game you get to collect a tickle and shoot total collapse. In this game you get to collect sex toy directions and shoot a barbecued meal worm. In this game you get to collect hounding the family dog and shoot yoga farts.
_1__, yes. __2_ yes. __1_ make the best __2_.
We did not say this was _____! We said this was_____!2
We did not say this was infinite sausage! We said this wasa reception area for social events! We did not say this was things that aren’t intelligible! We said this wasa pig in the middle! We did not say this was the reason this happened! We said this wasa large abscess! We did not say this was the majestic Humboldt squid! We said this wascrab stuffing! We did not say this was a pig chute! We said this wasturmoil! We did not say this was forgetting about the whole universe! We said this wasbitches on the love throne!
Video spoils one of the first puzzles, but if it took you more than a few seconds to figure out the first solution he shows then this game isn't for you anyways.
Sick vid
Really cool game, only $7 so no excuses. The constraints imposed by the small number of lines per node and the register system, as well as the fact that the language only has something like 15 commands make the puzzles interesting and quite challenging. Check it out!
I was just wondering what features people are most interested in for SAH. I also need some place just to keep track of what I want to
work on. Welcome. Welcome to that place.
Nothing here is a guarantee that it will ever actually be implemented.
RB-100 "LOL", "True Facts!", "Too Soon" response buttons for non-Czars during selection phase. You'd see them flashing when other people are hammering on them. These would be customizable for each game and would replace the card-voting feature from the old version.
CD-301 Custom decks.
RAND-104 Better "randomization." Try to keep the same cards from coming up over and over. This is actually less random and more uniform.
WR-22 Tracking for card play / win-rate stats.
NINT-60 New interface for reading the white cards in the selection phase. With 12 players and a play-3 card it is hard to deal with.
LIVE-85 Live edits. Let players spend points (or something) to make SMALL edits to their white cards. Maybe up to 3 characters.
REJ-599 Reject cards. Give players the option to reject a white card and draw a new one. BUT! Someone else can take it, and if they win with it there are MAJOR PENALTIES.
Sorry, I don't think I chose the words there very carefully. I do actually very thoroughly like Superjer, but I never expected this small forum to keep going for so long. Forget the "Faggotry" part. God, I'm starting to sound like Havokk. I really need to get out more.
Cactus rights are all over the place in Washington, and are mostly based on city ordinances. For example, in Bremerton, if you're caught mishandling a cactus you can be fined up to $50, no big deal. However, in the fairly small town of Shelton you'll risk the death penalty for so much as even talking about a cactus, or in one case Hames vs. Carter(2011), describing a 'prickly' situation.
A lot of my dreams lately have just been super incoherent, to the point where I can barely even remember them because there's nothing to organize them, so I'll submit the dream I had last night because it actually had a story.
I had a dream that I was working out of my house as a freelance movie reviewer. The trouble with this is that the studios would send me promotional materials all the time for their movies and each one of the movies was absolutely terrible. At the beginning of the dream, I was waking up to find a small animatronic doll having wandered into my room and begun staring at me as part of the promotional material for a movie that was a blatant Child's Play rip-off. I ignored it, thinking to myself, "okay, this doesn't work anymore because everyone acknowledges now that dolls are creepy and to be avoided. Video games, movies, TV series, everyone has exploited the evil doll thing now. It's no longer scary!"
With that I went downstairs and turned on a pre-screening copy of another horror movie called Magic Poncho (yes, that was the name of it). The plot of it was that this woman owned a cursed poncho (it was actually more of a bathrobe, but that's how stupid this movie was) and whenever she put it on, everyone around her would immediately start to have blank emotional expressions and then she'd experience a weird adrenaline surge and black out after a short period of time, not remembering anything, but waking up wearing the poncho and covered in spatters of blood and mud. I watched this for a while until I just started screaming at the TV, "STOP PUTTING ON THE PONCHO! YOU KNOW YOU'RE BLACKING OUT! YOU DON'T EVEN NEED THE PONCHO! IT'S INDOORS AND YOU ARE STILL WEARING THE PONCHO! WHAT THE HELL?" at which point my rage woke me up.
Black Cards:
He died as he lived, eating butter on _____.
_____, that's what the world needs right now.
the riddle says that the treasure is buried under _____.
White cards:
Luigi's blood-stained overalls
the last thing you'd expect
the 13th circle of Hell
living dolls from "its a small world"
a malfunctioning portal gun
I was in a high school. Some law had been passed requiring all people between the ages of 18 and 30 to go back to high school for another year so they could qualify for some government established college. USLC I think they called it. I was in a large circular classroom and everyone inside was being belligerent to the teacher, including me.
I remember shouting, "I already graduated high school. Why do I have to graduate again?"
The teacher smirked and said, "This mandated year of high school is required to get in to USLC."
I responded with, "I don't care. I already have a career."
I gave him a very pointed look. He didn't like that much. More students starting getting up and voicing their opinions very loudly. One of them was dressed in what he must have thought was a grunge rocker look, but mostly it looked like he forgot how pants and shirts work. He wore spiked or studded stuff all over. Neck, waist, wrists, even his ankles. He and the teacher started arguing about something. The teacher suddenly drew his hand back as if he were about to punch the kid. I was about to get up to stop him when the school alarm sounded.
The PA screeched to life and a voice was heard, "Students, please evacuate the school immediately. There has been an intrusion on campus. Repeat, please evacuate the school immediately."
Apparently this announcement wasn't enough to instill a sense of urgency in everyone. Everyone in the room took several moments to collect their things and then proceeded to leisurely stroll out of the classroom. I grabbed one of the students by the hand, apparently I recognized him, and sprinted away from the school. We were almost off the campus and onto the main road when we heard the screams. Then we heard the laughter. Twisted, sickening, diabolical laughter. The people walking out of the school were suddenly stampeding, tripping and kicking each other in an effort a little farther ahead of the next person. My friend and I made it all the way to the main road and took off to the left towards a row of cars. There was a semi parked there for some reason. We heard a loud buzzing noise like a robotic wasp.
"It's him!" shouted my friend.
Almost on queue, I saw a pitch black compact car turn the corner and head straight for us. We retreated underneath the semi and waited for the car to pass. It stopped right in front of the semi and the driver killed the engine. Two pairs of feet hit the pavement; one set large and wearing very expensive business shoes. The second set of feet were tiny, childlike, wearing what looked like ballet slippers in a soft blue. I heard someone whispering then the feet began walking back towards the car and disappeared behind it. A man came screaming towards the semi we were hiding under. He was gibbering and tripping all over himself. He immediately climbed into the driver seat of the semi.
I climbed up into the passenger seat and tried to pull him away from the steering wheel shouting, "Wait, stop!"
It was the teacher from earlier. Before either of us could react, a spike went straight through the wall directly behind the man's head, right through his skull, and out his left eye socket. Streamers popped out and the teacher was dead. I don't mean streamers of blood either. Literal, actual streamers popped out of his eye. Party streamers even. Maybe my brain was censoring the violence? The pair of feet I saw earlier belonged to the murderer of the teacher. A tiny girl dressed in a ballet outfit complete with a little plastic tiara. By this point, my friend had climbed out from under the semi and was getting into the car with me.
I looked over at the corpse of the teacher and all I could think to say was, "I guess we don't have any homework tonight."
I pulled his body out of the car and sat down. I heard small laughter behind me and ducked. A second and a half later, the spike shot through the wall behind me where my neck had been. It was the demon child. She screamed in delight and starting shoving the spike through the wall several times. I climbed off the seat and under the dashboard to escape her attacks. She laughed giddily and suddenly she was on my left. The murderous girl was still holding the spike in her hand and she thrust it at me through the open driver's side door. Her movement was sluggish and I managed to slam the door on her arm, pinning her there. I wrestled the spike from her tiny hand and tossed it on the middle seat. My friend scrambled into the passenger seat and slammed his door shut. I kicked my door open, knocking the demon child over. Her arm turned to sand and fell away from her body. She screamed and charged at me. I shut the door just in time and locked it as she crashed against it. As I climbed out from under the dashboard and into the driver's seat I saw a man grinning widely at me just outside of my vision. The owner of the expensive looking loafers. There were keys in the ignition of the truck but turning them was producing a whirring noise and the engine refused to start. The man grinned wider until I thought the sides of his mouth would rip. Behind us, I could hear more of that terrible laughter and screaming. A horde of people were walking towards us and none them looked at all friendly. The little girl began throwing herself at the door and the man was walking towards me, his footsteps slow and torturous.
"Wait here, I'll fix it!" my friend exclaimed as he climbed out of the truck.
I heard some weird whirring noises then his voice, "Try it now!"
I frantically turned the key as the girl bashed herself against the door again. I thought I saw the door begin to cave in. The engine struggled for a few moments then suddenly jumped to life. My friend scrambled into the passenger side again and was about to shut the door when a pair of hands grabbed onto his arm. I grabbed hold of his waist and pulled hard. The hands trying to pull him out of the car were too strong. I heard something pop in his shoulder and he cried out in agony. I picked up the spike with my free hand from the seat next to me and stabbed it through one of the hands. Something screamed in fury and pain and the hands retreated. Through his pain, he managed to slam the door shut with his good arm. His face was pale and he was breathing heavily. His arm looked like it had been pulled out of its socket. No time to worry about it now, it would hurt like hell but he would live until we were safe enough to set it. I hit the gas and the truck lurched forward. The man was almost at the door now, still grinning like a maniac and holding a scalpel. I pushed the gas pedal as far as it would go and we took off down the road. In the left side view mirror, I could see the man was no longer smiling. I had managed to run over the little demon child in my efforts to escape. Her body immediately disintegrated and left behind a pile of sand. That's where it ended.
Here's a little thing I wrote about a nightmare that I couldn't get out of my head. I made it a wile ago but forgot about it until now. Enjoy, or don't.
Nathan Jenkins
2 – 25 – 15
That Nightmare
How bad are your nightmares? What are they about? Gore, isolation, small places, monsters… there are many horrifying categories. Well I’ll bet you they’re not like this. If you aren’t good with gory thoughts then for the love of god don’t read this. Got it? Good. Then let’s begin. Yesterday night I had nightmare, but this was like nothing like I had seen or even thought up before. It looked like I was watching through a medium quality cam - quarter. It took place in a school, but it was not mine. I remember four scenes, one person in each. All of them were kids about 13 -15. They were wearing blue school uniforms. I will now tell you how it started. Earlier that day I had watched a popular youtuber talk about how people that knew who he was walked up to him and talked to him and gave him presents and letters. He talked about how he was honored to receive that kind of treatment. Well, I dreamed about that video and then stopped seeing it. If I saw anything at all after the video cut out I don’t remember it. But I do remember a girl starting to talk, like she was narrating a letter to that person. She talked about how much she liked to watch him on YouTube for a while. It was actually kind of touching. And then everything went wrong.
The girl’s voice doubled like two or three people reading from the same script. I started seeing empty classrooms through that cam – quarter view I was talking about. At first I felt suspicion and confusion about what I was seeing as the “screen” flipped through cameras in different classrooms, and then I felt undeniable, crippling fear for no reason. Then I saw her. The “screen” flipped to a camera in a classroom with no people in it, except for a single girl writing on a piece of paper. I immediately assumed this was the girl writing the letter and I was hearing her say it in her head as she wrote it. The voices were still talking. Then a long hanging light directly above her head silently came off its wires and started floating down very, very slowly even though it was still turned on. I didn’t hear it unbolt, but I noticed it alright, and so did the girl. As soon as she somehow realized the light was moving the voices stopped immediately and the girl looked up in surprise. The light just floated there as she examined it. Even though it was at least a yard and a half above her she slowly reached up towards it. She didn’t reach it of course but her hand just hung there for a few moments as if she was reaching out to a lover, wanting them to hold her hand in theirs. Suddenly the light shot down so fast I didn’t see it until it landed on her head so hard it broke the chair and her body fell to the ground. The light smashed strait though the desk and hit her body. I heard the crack of bones and looked at her head, wondering why she was just laying there. I didn’t see any blood on the ground, so it didn’t smash her brain. I then realized that the impact must have snapped her neck and had killed her instantly. As whatever was controlling the light continued to attempt to crush her body more and I assumed to draw blood, the “screen” switched to a different camera, as if bored with the carnage.
The camera I was now looking out of was in another empty classroom, but was in a different place, somewhere in the front of the room, possibly behind the teacher’s desk. I had no idea if this was at a different time or just after I watched the first horrifying event. Before I had a chance to think about what I had just witnessed, a boy in the hall outside the room walked by the open door, completely unaware of what was about to happen. I was still feeling more scared than I had felt in the entirety of the nearly fifteen years of my life. Everything was completely silent, even the boy’s footsteps. At least that is until the head of a small lamp flew across the room quite fast and relocated the boy’s brain and skull. There was a lot less blood on the wall than I would expect. The boy was, of course, completely limp and had a blood splattered hole in his head. As I watched these events I wasn’t even thinking anything, just watching, unable to do anything, I couldn’t even blink. I wondered if I even had a body. These thoughts didn’t help with the fear. All of this crossed my mind in a few milliseconds as the “screen” switched to a different camera.
The camera I was now looking out of was in a classroom similar to the first. It was in relatively in the same position but looking in a different direction: straight ahead to the front of the room. It was also empty until a person walked in (I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl) and strolled to the front of the classroom behind the teacher’s desk. The “screen” flipped to a closer camera to get a better look at them as something small flew towards them and hit them in the back of the knee. They fell to a quick kneel in shock and pain and confusion just before the teacher’s desk flew at them with no warning, slammed into them and pressed them to the wall rather hard, keeping them pinned down. They suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of what I now assume to be either pain or fear. They sat there for a full second screaming until the head of the projector camera shot at bullet speed at the kid’s head and suddenly replaced what used to be their brain. They went limp, letting their head lay in a mixture of blood and brain. The “screen” didn’t switch but looked at this scene for a few moments, as if whoever was controlling it was contemplating something over this image, but then brushed it off and switched to the next camera.
Now I must warn you that this one is the worst. It’s the most brutal thing I’ve ever born witness to. I advise that you skip this paragraph, even if you aren’t bothered by this kind of stuff. But that’s up to you. If you wish to continue reading then brace yourself. This scene looked just like the first one I saw but was slightly closer to the desk that the first girl would have been in. but it was a different girl this time. I believe she had two ponytails on the back corners of her head and appeared slightly younger than the first girl. She didn’t seem to be doing anything, just sitting there. I waited filled with more fear than ever, like I subconsciously knew what would happen. I sat there feeling the suspense, longing to just get it over with, but what I had guessed was far from what I was about to see. I didn’t have to wait long. Her head and shoulders slammed down on the top of the desk with a loud BLAM and I heard her cry of surprise. Whatever was holding her proceeded to push down on her so hard the desk cracked in half and she landed on the ground face down. She shrieked as it picked her up, turned her around and threw her back down again so she was face up and I could see her face. It showed nothing but fear. Then the most brutal thing I’ve ever seen took place right in front of me. She started screaming so I assumed that the unknown force was crushing her, but it was much more than that. She screamed louder and more intensely as her body started to shrink a little bit, and then her innards suddenly became her outards as everything from her neck down started to empty onto the floor through her sides and stomach. This continued until her body looked like a deflated balloon. This force, this thing wasn’t doing anything to her head, somehow keeping her alive so she would continue to scream in pain and beg for her life. “HELP ME!!!” *CRUNCH* “PLEASE, NO…STOP!!!” *SPLAT*. My view faded out of the static and blur of the camera and made it look like I was seeing it with my own eyes. The thing that was doing this stopped and waited a few seconds as tears streamed down her face while she lay in a big puddle of blood, organs and shattered fragments of bone. I forced myself to look at her face and saw hopelessness. She had given up hope of getting out alive, now she just wanted it to end, and the force obliged with one last, brutal, horrifying act. Then it hit me. This thing’s goal wasn’t to kill her. It wanted to make her suffer. That’s why it seemed unsatisfied with the earlier fatalities, why it was keeping her alive. The pieces of her broken desk suddenly shattered into tiny shards – each about the size of my pinky and ring finger side – by – side – and started to float around her. They all slowly pointed toward her and shot into her deflated body. She screamed the most painful scream I have ever heard, and I had no idea how she was still alive but it clearly wasn’t an accident. The shards of sharp wood and metal filled up her body again by forcing themselves through what was left of her skin. This removed the last of her torso’s flesh and left nothing but bare muscle, bones, and holes. She screamed and screamed and screamed in pain and horror. I got a close up of her face when her eyes shot as open as they could go and she let out one last scream as (I suspected) the shards started to slide up her neck and towards her skull; but they were slow, as if enjoying every moment of it. Finally, a small piece of consciousness slipped into my brain and I wanted to help her. I was just about to do something – ANYTHING at all, weather it was move or shriek or look away, I was going to do something. And then everything went black.
For a millisecond it was total darkness, and then, in simple white text, a single word appeared: THYE’S. It flashed for a split second and then my eyes snapped open. I sat there for a few seconds, unable to move. My brain didn’t do anything for a short time, I wasn’t even thinking, just staring at the roof. And then I sat up and slammed my fist on the light switch. I looked around franticly for any floating objects, still disoriented by the pure fear that filled every atom of DNA in my body. I checked the clock; three or four in the morning. After that I had to force myself to stay awake, no matter how tired I was. I really don’t know if those images will ever leave my thoughts for good. Those screams, those terrified faces. It won’t seem as bad when I write this, but you didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t hear what I heard. But there are still mysteries about this nightmare. What does THYE’S mean? Is THYE a person? Probably that invisible thing that killed those kids. I don’t know for sure, but I do know this… I’m totally messed up in the head. No sane human has that in their brain. But at least I feel pity for those children. They didn’t even see it coming. Pray that you never learn what lies in the darkest corners of your mind, because I didn’t write three pages of gore for fun. I really had this nightmare and I feel like it means something, but that’s for another time. Now it’s time for me to go try again to get some sleep. I hope that you got something out of this unless it was pleasure, because if that’s the case then you need to see someone. I would like to thank you for taking the time off your hands to read this. Sweet dreams.
When it first started, I was alone at night walking down a street with no cars. Bodies littered the sidewalks on both sides of the street and the alleys between the buildings. Some among the dead were wearing strange masks. All of them looked as though they had been burned to death.
Things changed and I was suddenly in a car. Mom, Tim, Anna and I were all driving somewhere for dinner. There was a man in the car with us that I didn't recognize. He had very little hair on his head, a short beard on his face and wore thick glasses. He was dressed much more formally than any of us. He almost looked like a butler. We drive through a dark tunnel for a few minutes, talking about things I can't remember. On the other side of the tunnel was an impossibly vibrant valley, filled with bright colorful shops and elaborate, rich looking houses.
Most of these houses were more like mansions. Lush gardens dotted the valley wherever there wasn't a house. It was a valley populated by seemingly nothing but the wealthiest people. To my right, I could see an enormous building still under construction. It looked as though it would be another mansion. A six story tall mansion. The balding man must have seen me gawking at it. "That is to be Lady Velando's home," he said.
Things changed again and suddenly it was just Anna and me in the car. It looked like we were driving through Seattle. She pulled the car over next to a large apartment complex at the top of a hill and got out of the car. She looked over at me and motioned to follow her saying, "Hurry!"
I did as she said, locking the car behind me, and ran after her as she sprinted towards an alley next to the apartments. I lost sight of her in the alley and nearly tripped over yet another burnt corpse. This one was wearing the same strange mask. A cop and a paramedic were standing around the body looking rather confused. I told the both of them that I'd seen several more bodies like this one earlier.
"Someone is going around lighting people on fire," the cop responded.
The paramedic rolled his eyes. I left those two alone and continued further down the alley until I reached a basketball court. Anna was standing at the far end with her arms crossed. She was looking at me expectantly. There were all kinds of small bugs lined up on the court in orderly rows and not moving. "OK," Anna said, "you can begin when you're ready."
I looked at her in bewilderment, "What am I supposed to do?"
"You can do whatever you want," she explained.
I chose to lay down on my stomach and poke all of the bugs near me. It ended there.
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I've watched the first season of Attack on Titan. It starts off great but slowly just becomes more absurd. It's still worth watching though.
And, yeah, they do kill off characters at a rediculous pace. I can't rememeber how many times the show goes "Oh, here's a whole new bunch of people, because we killed off the last batch".
Also, since there's an ongoing season of anime being released, I guess I could do a short explanation and a "review" of the ones I found worth watching. In order of which weekday they are released.
Black Bullet The world's been fucked by giant monsters. Only solution? Get a bunch of little girls, inject them with poison and operate on them. This makes them able to fight the monsters. The main character is a guy who works with killing these monsters. With him he has his figher loli. These figher lolis have problems in life though, as people are scared of them because they have red eyes. You actually get to see a police execute one of these girls.
The show has really enjoyable characters all around, with few exceptions. Good animations, good story. In my opinion, the best release this season.
Hitsugi no Chaika A fantasy world, where there currently is global peace. This peace is bad for the main character because he has been trained in nothing but combat. The main character meets a girl who dresses in all white and carries a big coffin. They are then attacked by a unicorn. A pretty terrifying unicorn. They solve the battle by cutting the unicorn in half and cover the entire battlefield with blood. Not for kids.
The coffin girl wants the main character to break into a house and steal a very important item for her. She needs a lot of stuff stolen though, so they continue traveling after.
Amazing characters, the world is brilliant. The story is a bit shit though, but it's still great to watch.
Inugami-san to Nekoyama-san 5 minutes per episode. Girl with "dog" in her name likes cats. Girl with "cat" in her name likes dogs. They act as their respective animal name. Lesbians. Hilarious stuff happens. Amazing characters, barely any story just small stories from their lives.
Blade and Soul Weapons and tits. Based in a fantasy setting from some video game. A main character that you wouldn't care if she lived or died because she is so boring. The show survives on mostly great animations and decent dialogue between all characters who are not the main character.
Mushishi Zoku Shou Second season of Mushishi. Mushishi is amazing and the second season is just more of the same.
The main character works as a Mushishi because he works with fixing problems that occur when Mushi are around. Mushi are little living things that most people can't see. They cause very many unexplainable effects to happen, like a boy who got ill with a certain kind of Mushi had snow that never stopped falling around him. He never got warm, and heat hurt him. It's slow, and it's great.
Akuma no Riddle A bunch of school girls in a school. Except, every single one of them is an assassin except for one girl. The last girl is the target of all the other girls. The main character girl (probably) falls in love with the target girl and instead starts protecting her.
Great story, only one episode so far has left me going "why? what? wat...". Except for the stone cold and boring main character (who sometimes actually react to things) all characters are interesting. I don't like the teacher but that's life.
Mekakucity Actors Shaft makes an anime. It's good. Bunch of teenage kids have found out they have super powers. The first main character needs to go out of his house for the first time in months to buy a new keyboard, because it would take 2 days for it to get shipped to him if he purchased it online. He gets put in a hostage situation. Stuff happens.
It's great. It's Shaft who animates it, so of course it's brilliant. The story is a bit of a cluster fuck sometimes but they usually untwist the parts that are the hardest to follow.
Brynhildr in the Darkness A boy meets a strange new girl who starts in his class. He learns that she's a witch and that she has escaped from horrible experiments by the army. He finds out that she needs medication every 24(?) hours or she'll die by having all her blood bleed out of every single pore on her body. More and more witches start stacking up.
The show has great parts, like that the witches just want to save people, or just want to live, while being chased by the army. Then it has the bad parts, which is the humour. There are barely no funny jokes, mostly just the kind of cringe-because-it's-embarrasing kind of humor. For an example, main character used to have a female friend when he was a kid and she had 3 dots on her skin under her arm. So, when the first witch enters his classroom and looks just like his old friend but aged, he starts screaming at her that he knows her. She denies it and he shouts "Show me your armpits". Hilarious.
Well I mentioned it cause I wanted to add that I might visit there one day if we ever want to eat chinese food. As for the guy bringing it home and cooking it, well I guess that does make it pretty bad :( And how much was the bill and did you tip them? Cause I would give a very small amount after that
Sometimes you go to lunch and everything goes wrong... hilariously wrong. Lunch today took a good 90 minutes and I laughed for about 45 of those.
We went to the new XO Chinese restaurant in Bellevue.
We were promptly seated in one of the private rooms, and that was the last thing that went right.
The menu was enormous, with at least 100 dishes. After a very long time, a waitress came and asked if we were ready. We were. But she didn't think so because we hadn't filled out the score-card indicating what we wanted. She said we had to fill it out and she'd be back. We never saw her again.
We filled it out almost immediately, but there was nowhere to put drinks.
Eventually a waiter showed up and snatched the score card. We had to beg him to slow down and let us order drinks. We asked for a couple of sodas and an Oolong tea and waters.
The onion-curry-pancake appetizer thing arrived and was delicious. But the appetizer plates and chopsticks were dirty and greasy. Like really greasy.
The sodas came out fine, plus a big pot of tea and FOUR teacups. They said it was jasmine but it tasted like Oolong. Weird. But no waters.
We asked for the waters again, and as long as most everyone was apparently having tea now, two more teacups. We got the SOME of the waters much later but never the teacups.
The manager poked his head in and informed me they were out of the noodles 'n' black bean sauce I ordered. This was annoying because we were forced to inscribe the order on the scorecard, without talking to the waitress. Ordering normally this would have been avoided. So I ordered the "Portuguese Squid Nightmare with Cheese" (as I'll call it) instead, because it was the only other thing I remembered from the menu.
The entrées came out one by one veeeerry slowly, and from different servers every time. The first victim got short ribs. They were supposed to be in a garlic sauce but they were in a honey sauce instead. They were extremely tough and difficult to eat. Victim 1 spent the rest of the meal picking the meagerest bits of protein off the bones.
The second victim got uncooked sliced potatoes with just a smack of pork lost inside. I don't know what it was called but we named it "Ham in a Haystack" since the pork part was needle-sized. It was almost inedible.
Victims 3, 4, and 5 all got Mongolian Beef. The server was extremely confused about who it was going to, and there was tons of unnecessary shuffling plates back and forth, and trying to hand a Mongbeef to someone who already had a Mongbeef. It was like Scooby-Doo.
The Mongbeef was the standard fare, and fortunately big enough to share with victims 1 and 2, who would have gone hungry otherwise.
Victim 4 asked for a side of rice. They asked if we were going to share. We asked how big the rice bowl was. They indicated "small." So 4 and 5 said they wanted one rice bowl each.
Then the weirdest server showed up with my "Portuguese Squid Nightmare with Cheese." Everyone had food but me, but he couldn't figure out who it was for. I just looked at him in disbelief before indicating it was mine. He then LEANED ALL THE WAY OVER victim 2, practically resting his chest on the "Ham in a Haystack" to hand me the Nightmare. There was AT LEAST 5 feet of clearance behind victim 2. He could have easily walked around. It was ultra bizarre. I couldn't stop laughing.
Then a waiter brought out ONE tiny bowl of rice and FIVE EMPTY BOWLS with soup spoons. I don't know what we were expected to do with those. I used one of the bowls to try the Oolong-jasmine tea.
The "Portuguese Squid Nightmare with Cheese" was actually pretty good and full of squid and cheese.
Epilogue:
Victim 2 took the haystack potatoes home, to finish cooking them for breakfast tomorrow.
This is two-thirds of a dream from the night before last. I'm omitting the final third because it was a non-sequitur.
Quote:
i drive along through a landscape of mesas that is desert at a hundred feet above sea level and swamp below. around corners and down into the swamp i drive, the sky above me painted in a swirl as if someone mixed magenta and green watercolors, i drive past shacks and shotgun houses and reach one more cul-de-sac that ends in a a few corinthian columns the color of wet sand, rising out of a sucking hole that i can't seem to see into, and then i make a left.
i stop soon after and pull out a bicycle from the back of my car, then put a pizza in its basket and bike down the remainder of a dust-ridden driveway to a vine-covered house built against the side of a cliff. in all directions in the near distance, i see more of the columns, whole, tilted, broken off, all the same style, as though its architecture were more virus than plan. a man comes to the door, black stubble, small circularly-framed glasses, long black hair, lean, but he doesn't seem consistent, his form warping now and then as though invisible bubbles are passing by between us. "must be weird living next to a ruined water temple," i remark, making small talk as he signs his receipt. 'yeah, but it's not so bad. pretty quiet most of the time," he replies. the clouds swirl a little above the hole, like water circling a drain.
I should clarify probably a few things. The most important is that the hole that appeared at the end of the road, it wasn't as if my mind said "you shouldn't look into that, something BAD might happen," it was rather "don't bother to look into that because there's nothing you're capable of seeing in it." It was implied that there might be something there but that people generally weren't capable of perceiving anything. The rest of the "sense" of the dream was tertiary: I don't know why I biked that last stretch; I had no explanation for the bubbles and distortions but it's important to mention that I wasn't surprised by them and that they didn't have borders and I don't think I could have interacted with them, they were part of a different plane.
I think this all comes back to letting the players make small edits to the white cards. I was all hot and bothered about it originally, but not so much any more. I feel like it will take too long and people will deliberate too much.
Instead. Kind of like you are saying, we can keep some meta-information on the cards, in order to drop articles and change cases and conjugations. Parsing English is very hard, though.
Also. Subject-verb agreement wrt plurals and other nonsense. Notice. One works with singular and present continuous verbs. The other works with plurals. [Are there other forms in the current cards?]
_ is the best way to say hello.
_ are the best ways to say hello.
I'm not sure it works how it's supposed to. For Windows phone, atleast.
Supforumcom.jer without clicking/zooming anything after going to the url:
After zooming out as far out as possible:
Makes text really hard to read because of phone size. I can't see any difference between this and the computer version.
Subfuram:
I think the HTML screwed itself up a bit. Possible Internet Explorer Windows Phone issue.
Inside truck:
This works fine. A "problem" is that the black pixel to the right of the post is basicly invisible since it's so small and next to the black border of my phone. It makes it feel like you can scroll to the right when you can't. If you made the message-box a bit smaller than the full width of the phone it would probably be better.
Another picture of subferim:
Look at the scroll bar to the right. There is so many trucks per page and they're relatively tall compared to the computer version. It's like a waterfall of trucks. Truckerfall. Truckfall. Watertruck. Truckwater...
Also, if you look at the placement of the boxes around the text they're incorrect unless the name of the truck has 2 rows of text.
Where did you get the map from? Decompiled maps are very unlikely to compile well, or at all. Unless they are very small.
Also cs_office probably uses more wads than that. You might want to find a tool that can tell you what wads are referenced in the BSP, or dump any included textures.
The Axedwarf charges at The Kobold Thief!
The Kobold Thief looks surprised by the ferocity fo The Axedwarf's onslaught!
The Axedwarf scratches The Kobold Thief in the nose and the severed part sails off in an arc!
The Axedwarf collides with The Kobold Thief!
The Kobold Thief is knocked over and tumbles backward!
The Axedwarf punches The Kobold Thief in the upper body with his left hand, bruising the muscle and tearing apart the middle spine's nervous tissue through the ({small giant cave spider silk tunic})!
The Kobold Thief loses hold of the ({large iron dagger}).
The Axedwarf hacks The Kobold Thief in the right upper arm with his *steel battle axe* and the severed part sails off in an arc!
The Axedwarf hacks The Kobold Thief in the upper body with his *steel battle axe*, tearing apart the muscle and tearing apart the left lung through the ({small giant cave spider silk tunic}).
An artery has been opened by the attack!
The Kobold Thief is having more trouble breathing!
The Axedwarf hacks The Kobold Thief in the left upper arm with his *steel battle axe* and the severed part sails off in an arc!
The Kobold Thief is no longer stunned.
The Axedwarf hacks The Kobold Thief in the lower left back teeth with his *steel battle axe* and the severed part sails off in an arc!
One axedwarf. One kobold. Casualties: nose, both upper arms, some teeth, a lung, Kobold.
The Goblins sent an army of thirteen bowmens and one swordsmens. My particular encounter was less gorey and amusing than aaronjer's, but single targets tend to get more violence than multiple targets.
The goblins killed a dog upon arriving, maybe more than one dog, I'm not sure. The army itself right now is small-ish, I have two axes, three maces, two swords, two spears, and five marksdwarfs.
A few good things happened: One was that a couple of my marksdwarves apparently didn't realize that crossbows are not melee weapons (no I haven't been danger-rooming them). One ran up intending to smash a goblin with his crossbow and was stabbed and killed almost immediately. It was then that my army, which was positioned nearby, realized that the Goblins were there. Another marksdwarf was incessantly trying to beat goblins in the face with the crossbow and it almost never worked.
The other major good thing: a goblin bowman got his left foot, then his right foot, then his left arm, then his right arm all cut off by the same swordsdwarf in quick succession and the remainder of his life was spent with the dwarves alternating between trying to kick, stab, of bash the rest of his legs off.
The rest is standard dwarfiness. A speardwarf had a page and a half of fucking goblins up WHILE CARRYING HER INFANT CHILD. A macedwarf broke both arms of a goblin using only her shield. One of the militia captains did worse, killing a goblin using only the shield and the occasional kick or scratch with the finishing blow being jamming the shield through the skull because dwarves. An axedwarf punched through a goblin's head, twice. Another goblin was more or less punched to death. One had its head scratched open until it shattered which is what is this I don't even Etc. Etc.
Just to answer a couple things in case someone else reads this:
The -chop <NUMBER> needs to be added to your RAD command. Did you end up needing this?
The -nowadtextures needs to be added to your CSG command. It puts all the textures you actually used into the BSP, which these days is probably so small that you just might as well do it. Even if you use default textures. They are probably only a few KB.
And the pointfile is only generated if you actually get a leak. So wait till you get one again and then try it.
Oh yeah 400+ lights is just too many. You can only have about 500 entities in your whole map before the game starts crashing.
Mods like AMX create some of their own entities which may push you over the 500 (maybe 512?) limit. So stay as far under it as you can.
I'm actually not sure if light entities end up in the final BSP but I wouldn't risk it.
All I actually did was remove the "Boxing" of the leak" and some minor stuff, and put the "NULL"texture on everything that is not visible for the players in-game
Worked like a clock after that :)
No need for the -CHOP command, I did however use a custom .wad (for credits and such) and used wadinclude <mywad>.wad
Well for me the -nowadtextures made the map go from 3,5MB to 6,5MB... So it was a bad idea haha..
Oh okay, well then the Pointfile is a smart design, when you can finally understand it!
Yeah I noticed the POWAH of the Lights are really strong, I narrowed it down to.. maybe 20 now? I even had to go down on the brightness on them.
500 - Limit - Has to remember!
Will make another topic about lightning now. Simple question really.
Just to answer a couple things in case someone else reads this:
The -chop <NUMBER> needs to be added to your RAD command. Did you end up needing this?
The -nowadtextures needs to be added to your CSG command. It puts all the textures you actually used into the BSP, which these days is probably so small that you just might as well do it. Even if you use default textures. They are probably only a few KB.
And the pointfile is only generated if you actually get a leak. So wait till you get one again and then try it.
First of all I wanna say I'm a huge fan of your maps SuperJer(If you're gonna read this) and thanks alot for the things you've done for the CS mapping community!
I've been into VHE for a long time, but never released any maps due to small problems and the extreme details that I desire for perfection in my maps.(No I'm not a maniac just too lazy for final polishing lulz)
My hardware :
Windows 7 (64-bit)
8GB of DDR3 Memory(Wish VHE could've used all of it)
3.4 Ghz Quadcore AMD Processor
1024 MB HD Radeon 5770 Graphic Card (Two of them!)
That should be all you need to know?
Exceed MAX_PATCHES solution
Answer to :: NUMBER THREE :: <-- You will understand when scrolling down.
Anyway.. PROBLEM:
I almost know what causes the problem in this map im developing:
1. Showed in picture one(The Sewer and top/front/side y/x angles)
You can see I have quite a few "LIGHT" entities, I had these put up all over my Sewer and my Caves after I compiled in Expert mode and noticed these we're all black instead of when I compiled in Normal mode and they were still light(but huge FPS drops due to VIS problems(obviously duuuhh). But honestly I don't think these should be able to cause any problem they should instead make the map easier to compile no matter Normal nor Expert mode, am I right?
2. Showed in the second picture with different screens and numbers in it you can see:
:: Number ONE ::
Shows the cave(Just a normal one with "LIGHT" entities ofcourse(Can't walk through caves in total darkness)(Should not cause problem..)
THIS IS WHAT I THINK CAUSES THE PROBLEM(Exceed Max_Patches) :: Number TWO :: shows my Sewer(Again) but from the outside, my friend told me he saw leaks(he tested the map with 1600x1200 resolution)
So I just put these "walls" all around the sewer to prevent the leakings from accuring(Which before I put them there did only cause small fps drops and you could ofcourse see through the sewer which is not okay..)
Honestly this is what I think is the "bad thing" in my compiling, I compiled for 9 hours and VHE still had not finished.. Before I did this, put the light entities, the umbrellas and chairs at the beach + volleyboll net it took just about 1 hour to compile)
Remember I have Windows 7 64-bit.. (don't know if this can cause troubleshoot problems)
:: Number THREE ::
Here you can see bit by bit how I have built a part of the cave, what I want to know from this picture is that this should cause alot of "angles" for VIS and other programs to have to use alot more power and use up alot more memory, yes or no?
And if I want to make ALL of these color marked walls into ONE wall(That would cause ALOT less memory usage and angles to be compiled right?): HOW do I do so?
Just mark them all and "Tie To Entity" > Func_wall?
:: Number FOUR ::
Logs, logs and more logs, these I have heard could cause problems(since VHE is old and... OLD..) to RAD / VIS et.c. because of the angles/shapes/sizes and so on, but it did not cause any problems at all when I compiled before the "Exceeded MAX_PATCHES" so this I seriously doubt could cause anything but MINIMUM lag every 3000 years.
:: NUMBER FIVE ::
Shows the Umbrellas and beach chairs(This small thing could cause any problem at all? I seriously doubt it myself..)
:: NUMBER SIX ::
These walls are straight against the Sewer so there should not be any possibilities for leaks, should there? I just don't get why it would.. Then again I'm no rocket scientist. There was leaks as I mentioned before when I didn't have the walls. Me personally I have 640x320 resolution when I play CS so for me it didn't show any leaks what so ever. But 1600x1200 needs more juice we all know that.
:: NUMBER SEVEN / EIGHT / NINE ::
Shows what options I have on and which messages I get.
(If these could be to any help)
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I will mention it again: Compiling only took about 1 HOUR before I did these things:
Added the Walls to the sewer to prevent leaking hopefully.
Added the Umbrellas, beach chairs and volleyboll net
Added the "LIGHT" entities in my Cave & Sewer from total darkness
Either all of them, or some, or just ONE of them are causing this problem I personally can't rule out the bad thing. Perhaps you can?
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Alright, down to the COMPILING AREA!
This is what VHE 3.5 Compiler tells me when I run it with these Options(Showed in picture 9.)
Take in consideration I do run the "final" compiling in Expert mode and not normal mode..
hlcsg v3.4 Final (Feb 25 2006)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (amckern@yahoo.com)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: D:\Program\WORLDC~1\tools\hlcsg.exe D:\Program\Worldcraft\maps\mymapp
Entering D:\Program\Worldcraft\maps\mymapp.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 4 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
max lighting memory [ 6291456 ] [ 6291456 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
clip hull type [ legacy ] [ legacy ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
nullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\chateau.wad
- Contains 10 used textures, 7.58 percent of map (136 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_747.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 1.52 percent of map (143 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_assault.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (22 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_cbble.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 1.52 percent of map (61 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_dust.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 0.76 percent of map (28 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_havana.wad
- Contains 3 used textures, 2.27 percent of map (122 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cs_office.wad
- Contains 8 used textures, 6.06 percent of map (102 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\cstrike.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\de_airstrip.wad
- Contains 4 used textures, 3.03 percent of map (69 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\de_aztec.wad
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'SPECIAL_THANKS'
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'THANKS'
- Contains 1 used texture, 0.76 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\de_piranesi.wad
- Contains 5 used textures, 3.79 percent of map (160 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\de_storm.wad
- Contains 8 used textures, 6.06 percent of map (74 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\de_vertigo.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (19 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\halflife.wad
- Contains 88 used textures, 66.67 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Including Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\zhlt.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (8 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program\worldcraft\wads\decals.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (225 textures in wad)
Warning: More than 8 wadfiles are in use. (16)
This may be harmless, and if no strange side effects are occurring, then
it can safely be ignored. However, if your map starts exhibiting strange
or obscure errors, consider this as suspect.
added 6 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 3.10 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
2.43 seconds elapsed
hlbsp v3.4 Final (Feb 25 2006)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (amckern@yahoo.com)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: D:\Program\WORLDC~1\tools\hlbsp.exe D:\Program\Worldcraft\maps\mymapp
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 4 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
noopt [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 8192)
hlrad v3.4 Final (Feb 25 2006)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (amckern@yahoo.com)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: D:\Program\WORLDC~1\tools\hlrad.exe D:\Program\Worldcraft\maps\mymapp
-= Current hlrad Settings =-
Name | Setting | Default
--------------------|---------------------|-------------------------
threads [ 4 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
max lighting memory [ 6291456 ] [ 6291456 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
vismatrix algorithm [ Original ] [ Original ]
oversampling (-extra)[ off ] [ off ]
bounces [ 1 ] [ 1 ]
bounce dynamic light [ on ] [ on ]
ambient light [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ] [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ]
maximum light [ 255.000 ] [ 256.000 ]
circus mode [ off ] [ off ]
custom shadows with bounce light
[ off ] [ off ]
rgb transfers [ off ] [ off ]
[Reading texlights from 'D:\Program\WORLDC~1\tools\lights.rad']
[59 texlights parsed from 'D:\Program\WORLDC~1\tools\lights.rad']
Warning: No vis information, direct lighting only.
15173 faces
Create Patches : 68089 base patches
0 opaque faces
687512 square feet [99001784.00 square inches]
Error: Exceeded MAX_PATCHES
Description: The map has a problem which must be fixed
Howto Fix: Check the file http://www.zhlt.info/common-mapping-problems.html for a detailed explanation of this problem
----- END hlrad -----
I'm grateful for any help, tips or tricks that you can help me with!
Sincerely
/RN
Perhaps I am misinterpreting, but what I meant is that experiment is the ultimate arbiter. You experiment, you make a theory that explains the experiment, maybe it makes a prediction you can test. Great. Anything else is masturbation. Saying that the experiment was an attempt at proof... well, it is what happens. Explaining it is the tricky bit.
At the moment, we are sort of in the "prediction" stage. Though it is expected, or rather hoped, that this will change soon. Say the next 20 years.
Also I have a bit of a problem with the universe, it has chosen some really shitty constraints. Like a speed limit that is not on the same scale as the distance scales of the universe, what the hell physics. Same with Planck's constant: 0 would be great, or a big number would be cool too. Turns out it's just really small. BO-RING.
How come i will become 'no response'everytime when i run my map?
even though i just make a small room with just the character and a light spot, still got 'no response' with the CS1.6.
it is my problem or sth else?
What makes Dead Kings special? *by special I mean different and unusual, not inherently better, you’ll likely hate at least one of these things.
Strongly averts “because games” logic
The term “because games” is one I have coined myself for the purpose of describing something that gamers have come to expect from games, but that a non-gamer would likely find incredibly nonsensical. These bits of nonsense almost always occur as a result of technological limitations that became traditional and stayed in use even after the technology would support a different or better system. Sometimes simple lack of innovation or laziness results in an example of “because games”.
The worst examples I can give of “because games” logic are about encouraging otherwise needless murder. The first is the apparent soul-stealing property of most heroes in RPGs. I am aware that there are systems that function differently, but the typical method of gaining experience is to kill your enemy. This may seem normal to you, but that is only because you have become accustomed to it. This can actually be somewhat disturbing when analyzed closely. In Dead Kings you must only defeat and not necessarily kill an enemy to gain experience. If they surrendered or retreated, you still gain just as much experience as you would for slaying them. Many games encourage the player to massacre surrendering or retreating enemies, or encourage the player to murder those who are attacking them due to mistaken identity, just to steal a few more souls and level up!
Some games don’t even give the player the option of resolving a situation peacefully, some Ultima games, for example, give the player no method of progression besides cutting down helpless children! The player is meant to be a hero in those stories, not a bloodthirsty murderer of children! It’s not even played as dark humor, it just sort of... happens... like Richard Garriott had no idea how disturbing it was!
The final example is a relatively unheard of game, Temple of Elemental Evil. During the adventure the players come across a brothel. In the brothel the madam informs the player that a new whore refuses to have sex with anyone. The player can offer to see if he can change her mind or ‘break her in’... I know, not an option you expect in the game. I was very surprised at this, as games at the time were far too politically correct to even imply sex, much less rape! I was very exhilarated to see what possible choices could come out of this (for storytelling purposes, the tiny sprites were not going to offer much eroticism, I assure you!), as players were able to be good or evil in the story. It turns out in the dialogue the player has three options with the unfortunate prostitute. They can either leave her alone, free her and take her with them, or supposedly attempt to rape her. If the player attempts to rape her, she screams something along the lines of “over my dead body!” and combat commences. The player then only has the option to strike her down. The heavily armored, up to six very powerful warriors, against a small, naked girl with a knife that she could never even hope to injure them with. She started combat, so she must die! I could have excused the game having even evil players not follow through with sexual assault, and possibly just smack her down and tell her to shut up... but killing her? That goes entirely against the plan to make her into a profitable prostitute! That is the epitome of “because games”, and was the impetus for me to wish to make a game that never forces the player to murder someone when the characters clearly have no motive to do so. The game will never directly tell you not to, but killing people unnecessarily will certainly have consequences in Dead Kings!
In summary, people never even question the bizarre traditions in gameplay, and in many ways they shall be very surprised when their expectations are not met in Dead Kings!
Writers uninfluenced by political correctness Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for these ideals in real life, games do this because they are trying to appeal to more audiences. But do not be deceived, it is not done out of a desire to make a better story, it is done at the expense of story to make more money. Attempting to please all audiences neuters believability, and some enjoyment for everyone is lost in the process.
These editorial mandates are exhibited in many place, including:
-Normal women arbitrarily being as strong and combat capable as men.
-Equal treatment for sexes, races and sexual preferences.
-Invincible or complete lack of children, so that children cannot be harmed.
-Severely limited options for evil player and non-player characters.
-Evil characters are usually limited to insults, stealing and murder.
-Evil characters are never, ever sexually depraved. It’s okay to murder someone, but rape them?! Heavens, we’re evil, not monsters!
Now, this doesn’t mean that everyone in Dead Kings is an immoral, prejudiced, child raping monster. Just that those things are allowed to exist in Dead Kings. These things all exist without issue in movies, so why not games?
Gameplay uninfluenced by genre expectations
The active gameplay is well established to be recognizable as tactical RPG combat. Except when it’s not. Large scale strategy and even 4X elements are present in the design. On top of that, there are Raising Sim mechanics influenced mostly by Princess Maker titles for if and when the player decides to procreate.
Fantasy world that does not arbitrarily ignore the inequalities of a medieval setting
Nobles are not noble! Nobles act like real-life nobles. At best they are careless and hedonistic, more often they are heartless predators, abusing the weak for profit or pleasure. This is not because the setting is meant to be ‘dark fantasy’, but because that’s how nobles actually act.
People who attempt to seize or hold onto great power are without exception challenged in their morality. Popular opinion is that there have been many remarkable leaders throughout history; those such as Catherine the Great and Alexander the Great are very well regarded. History would have you replace the word “Great” with “Inhuman Abomination”. Both were arrogant elitists, pointlessly cruel, murderous and utterly irredeemable. Accounts of their lives are marred with the enslavement of countless people and the massacre of any who resisted. They are no better than those the world despises, such as Hitler or Stalin, and yet are renowned as though they have any worth.
Some may argue that there are benevolent kings and queens in history, Elizabeth I of England, for example, but even she has moments of inexcusable evil. Even the theoretical ‘benevolent autocrat’ is still a man or woman controlling the lives of people that he or she has no right to interfere with. Essentially, if they were truly a good person, they would use their power to abolish nobility and replace it with an elected government. The only good kings are the last kings, or those who refused a crown. The point is that nobles in Dead Kings are assholes, because they’re nobles.
The characters in the Dead Kings world are realistically depicted for their classes. The hero of the story may have some moral flexibility in the choices the player may take, but in the end, anyone who wants to control others is of deeply flawed character, and unfortunately he is determined to be king.
A woman holding a sword? Ludicrous! Women are incapable of complex thought or understanding. They are weak of body and will, and of no use in violent conflict. They are commodities to be traded, and objects to be used for pleasure and progeny. Their word holds no value in court or otherwise, as trust is deserved only by those worthy of respect, and everyone knows only men can be respectable.
This is the average opinion you will find regarding women in Dead Kings, as it is the sort of opinion one finds in a medieval world. It is shared even by the women, even if it upsets them, as they have been subjugated of all authority since birth. Fantasy game worlds inevitably treat men and women very equally, progressive even by modern standards, without even mentioning how unusual it is. I have no problem with an idealized world where women are treated with the respect they deserve, but it has become the norm in fantasy, even clichéd in how expected it is. In fact, I cannot think of any fantasy world, game or otherwise, that depicts the treatment of women with a medieval standard.
Horses and Servants There is a confusing trend to show rich and noble knights travelling the lands and going on adventure without any of their servants or so much as a horse! A few recent games have remedied the cavalry deficiency, but none have contained a proper retinue of attendants and servants. Even merchants do not travel on foot, and they do not travel alone! In addition to the potential six main party members, the player will eventually obtain a following of dozens of cooks, laborers, squires and soldiers. Menial tasks that would otherwise be performed as tedious fetch quests, or the hauling and management of inventory, will be handled by peasants and retainers. Nobles do not collect twenty mushrooms from a festering swamp to appease a strangely entitled commoner, in fact, the mere suggestion of such a request may offend a noble and put the commoner in a dangerous situation! Why should an affluent noble leave behind heavy loot, or mine and carry loads of valuable ore when he could pay a meagre sum to a few desperate serfs to do it for him? This is also very much a “because games” problem, and was remedied by a much needed dose of common sense.
Balance does not create a rift between plot and combat
During cutscenes characters will not use abilities, magic or otherwise do things that they are not capable of in active gameplay.
This is so brand new an idea to games that you may not even realize the problem exists. This ties into averting “because games”, but I feel it deserves a special mention. It is less a subconscious tradition resulting from technological limitations, and more purely thoughtless writing and design.
Relationships and romance do not pander to “wish fulfillment”
I would describe player driven romances in games to be on the intelligence and maturity level of Mary Sue fan fiction at best. Real romantic relationships are not fueled by giving the correct set of shiny objects to someone, and then completing a side quest. That's not romance, that's a business deal, and shows the kind of emotional understanding seen only in a true basement dweller!
"Oh, I heard she likes cakes! I'll just keep giving her cakes until she'll let me have sex with her! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS, RIGHT?!"
When people are romantically attracted to each other, they give each other presents as a result of an established connection. They have to already like each other for that to happen. Repeatedly giving gifts to someone who has not shown any sign of interest, as games portray love, is a sign of being an obsessive stalker. Games do not understand this very basic interaction. Sharing an emotional bond that may lead to amorous activity in Dead Kings will require that the characters involved share interests, ideals and adventures. They do not need to perform side quests for each other, they must simply do anything at all as long as they do it together. I have found in my life that attempting to 'win a girl over' is a mostly fruitless endeavor, and that it is much easier to find a girl that actually likes me. This experience, which writers for other games have shown no sign of, is used to form the progression of romance in the story.
No, but it ought to.
edit: unless it's to share more recipes. Definitely please share recipes anywhere and everywhere. One way you can share recipes is by posting them online, and then creating QR codes that contain the URL of that page. Then make the recipe, and take a picture of the food. Make a printout with the picture and the QR code, and copy it like 100 times. Tape these copies up all around town, preferably in areas with a lot of foot traffic. For instance, here's the QR code for this truck:
And here is a recipe:
Quote:
Fettucine Alfredo Yield: Serves 4
Ingredients
8 ounces whole-wheat fettuccine
1 tablespoon butter
3 garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons cornstarch
Pinch of ground nutmeg
¾ cup low-fat, low-sodium chicken broth
¾ cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
¾ cup 5% Greek yogurt
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Directions
1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the fettuccine and cook according to the package directions, 9 to 11 minutes; drain.
2. While the pasta is cooking, melt the butter in a large nonstick saute pan over medium heat. Add the garlic and cook until it is fragrant, about 2 minutes.
3. Meanwhile, combine the cornstarch and nutmeg in a small bowl. Whisk in the chicken broth until smooth. Pour the mixture into the saute pan, raise the heat, and bring the sauce to a simmer, whisking occasionally. Whisk in ½ cup of the cheese until it has melted. Remove the saute pan from the heat and whisk in the yogurt until the sauce is smooth.
4. In a large bowl, toss the cooked fettuccine with the Alfredo sauce. Season with salt and pepper to taste, if desired. Top the pasta with the remaining ¼ cup cheese, and serve.
Here's what you want print out and copy 100 times so you can put them up all over town:
I confess that I have not looked at a lot to do with Windows 8. I had no interest in buying it as Windows 7 works fine for my desktop and I went full Linux on my laptop when I bought an SSD at Christmas. I installed Arch onto a flash drive this afternoon too so I can Linux on my desktop without partitioning. That and, you know, carrying a Linux install with you anywhere is pretty cool.
Essentially, from what I can see, everyone thinks it is too tablet-y. Is this a legitimate concern? I don't know, not having used it, but I know that my phone's interface by-and-large annoys me. I can't see that taking principles from small, touch-screen devices massively excites me.
I'm an average hammer mapper, I've been trying to make a DeathRun map for past few weeks, but I always find myself doing 1/10 of the job and then quitting because it looks like shit.
The thing is, they always end up too small, or too big, or too easy.
What are some standards in mapping, what height and width of the walls?
What do you build first in a DR map, the traps, both CT and T base, or something else?
Which textures look nice with others, which don't etc.
I hope you see what I'm aiming to in here, thanks.
Yes, I like erotic! This is my favorite story of the lovely Alice could not help but admire her bed she saw in the mirror. She saw, of course, a perfect 18-year-old body scent of ink, long hair, the eyes of the Chinese people in the Guangzhou-Shenzhen and her incredible breasts - the full wash velvet peaches topped with cherries, men and women admire . A person, especially appreciate them, squeeze them, rising suck cherry rode him like a stallion. Dad pumping efforts, he can bomb for her and squeeze him with her secret garden, let him even harder. This is an incredibly erotic technology, few women know, especially my mother who did not have the powers of "Alice in Wonderland", and not because her daughter discovered her ability, she used her pure joy. "Fuck me, Daddy!" She screamed. "Hard ... Oh, yes, you jerk! Oh, Oh, kill ..." He can not see the mirror of their passion, but he saw her eyes, dark, dark island, he never lost since she first caught him masturbating just a few weeks ago. "Dad!" She said, when she walked into her parents' bedroom, and stroking his "little brother" suddenly became a "big brother, startled in his line of sight." He stopped, give cover at any embarrassment and humiliation. "I, I ..." His voice failed for a moment, his penis atrophy. "I am very relaxed. Thinking of you," his or her reaction surprised. "I want you, too, Dad and I stroked myself, feel the warm golden light, you have the same feeling? Why is small? " touch it, Sweet Alice see what happens. " At first Her contact is tentative. The feeling is so soft, like velvet - steel and velvet at the same time, my father began to moan a little, and then start planting. "Are you okay?" She asked, stroking him some more, amazed that she was able to do, just a simple touch. 18 and popular, her sexual experience is limited to a chaste kiss at a school dance. "Oh, yes, yes!" He said. "Please do not stop coming." "Mama do not do it?" she asked, and began to fondle his balls, feeling bolder, more powerful, and she has done. "No," he said. "No, she never would not people do not like you, do not stop, oh, yes, there is! Perfect." small Alice began to experiment. She was curious, I feel more and more warm, how can marvel at her father so helpless. She bent down close to look at "her" cock (she has felt her own), like a mushroom head. She wanted to taste it, lick it just a second, her father groaned aloud. "Yes! "He pleaded." "Try it. Suck it, please!" like her, carefully at first, and then like a lollipop, Dad began to squeeze her peaches and reached between her legs and stroked her. Alice is wet. So wet. Fire, perhaps like the father, she did not know, but she wanted to see her power to please them all can go. Dad screamed, some surprising. The warm "cream" overflow from his penis. It smelled different, unpleasant taste like what she had never drunk. This is from him. This is him and she let him do. She used "her" cock and make it explode. How cute, she thought. Mom can not do this, Sweet Alice would like to learn more. Her father taught her, so she groans and explosions, too. Then they will truly become one. A few weeks have passed, because they are too willing to share a new passion and fantasy, with his teacher and her students, but in the end it is in her cold mother, her desire for a dominant position. Affection and pride of her domineering Tiger Mom "style in stark contrast to the father for his daughter. She even father shave her pussy, her secret garden, carefully, slowly, before the show, so she just his touch and warm wet towel to wipe the shaving soap. Way, he pressed it just right, in the right place, her secret place, cleaning soap for him to send her to brief ecstasy - legs spread, her trembling arms leaning back, head flung back hair spill over into the press table, and said: "Come on, baby, come over." you little slut! Golden girl! " Now she is riding him? fourth or fifth time, or may be, a few days ago, their record, 6? It does not matter. important moment, and they went to her and squeezed her cat harder, watching him flinch, she was surprised at her own beauty, their common love and passion, her newfound powers. then, other things in the mirror she saw mother. bedroom door. her hand and looked outside to watch all you want, Sweet Alice stupid and Dad, and urging her harder and harder, and just let my mother could hear him now are my work between her legs. never and you go, I like this forum, because all the geeks
These are conflated because a lot of things seemed to be happening at once towards the end of winter. So I was getting my shit together, no problem, when one of my dwarven children freaks the fuck out and takes over a craft workshop while ceaselessly drawing pictures of skeletons. Normal behavior, I suspect. Well, I don't have any bones and no one knows how to hunt. Panic sets in, I build my bowyer's shop and then realize, "oh wait, I have livestock. I could slaughter the livestock." And what is the result of small child becoming obsessed with bones?
Ikudlegan, "Reignedmirthful", a giant horse bone axe blade
This is a giant horse bone axe blade. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is encircled with bands of horse bone.
No shit?
Around this time, a wave of immigrants invades and I need to start building shit again. Among notables:
1x Talented (lvl 6) woodworker
1x High Master (lvl 13) bowyer
1x High Master (lvl 13) fish cleaner (the fish are so clean you could eat off them)
1x Accomplished (lvl 10) herbalist
1x Accomplished (lvl 10) metalcrafter
1x Talented (lvl 6) fighter/dodger/armor user/ kicker
Things remain calm. I've been invaded by one kobold thief and three goblin snatchers, which I imagine I'll be seeing more of. One of the snatchers, I killed. Free clothes, bitches.
Let's take a look at the shit I now have in a more passing order.
There's my stockpile and farms. Could probably make a second farm, haven't yet. The blue thing in the south is my depot. Filled with hippies.
Workshops. Still clearing stones away I think.
Ever increasing bedrooms.
I've also got a tannery, a leather workshop, and two butcher's workshops up and running.
I bought a jaguar from the hippies. And some wine. And two bins of cloth. It's going to be a hot time in the old town tonight!
It was mostly about the jaguar. Need a mate for him, so that I can send out all of my hunters with jaguar accompaniment. Stylish and threatening.
Impending goals:
* Get the non-marksdwarf part of the army active
* Hospital below the bedrooms
* Well adjacent to the hospital.
I build a wall, textured it, some part of it is normal, but a small part of it become invicible when I play it on cs, so I can see other room behind that wall, but I check there no error VHE
The guy has a point. Doesn't fill me with confidence, I was wanting to run a small Linux install from a pen drive on this PC. Delivery's fucked though.
I've fixed it, I made 7 wooden bridges that contain about 15 vertex made 'wooden' pieces and 30 vertex made 'rope' pieces, and they're really small. Removed those and it compiled in less of an hour.
Made a map, did a compile test when it was not yet done, it was much smaller than other maps that I've made, leaf-thread took 12 hours, and my PC is pretty good, it took 6hrs to compile a massive map for me, And I did not have a sky box just a wide open area.
Anyway I removed some stuff that were made out of Vertex Manipulation, and made it more simple it still took way too long.
I re-made the map but used somethings again and it was pretty small of a map and still took more than 5hrs at 40% leafthread.
I removed some stuff it still took too-long.
I tried compiling previous maps it didn't any second longer.
I can't really post any compile log since they were several compiles tho I had some leaf
EDIT
I've fixed it, I made 7 wooden bridges that contain about 15 vertex made 'wooden' pieces and 30 vertex made 'rope' pieces, and they're really small. Removed those and it compiled in less of an hour.
Had my first two deaths last night, both terrible noob mistakes. First, I was up in a guard tower that was only like two stories tall, but when I went to climb down I flubbed the "climb down ladder" input and ended up just walking off the edge of the platform and falling. I broke my legs, and the sound of my crash had a swarm of zeds on me before I even lost consciousness, which wasn't long. I had been trying to meet up in-game with my room mate, so we had to make a new plan after I respawned in a different, random location. Thankfully I respawned much closer to him than I already was. We met up just north of Prigorodky but the place was crawling so we decided to try our luck further into the wilderness at Pusta. Shit, Pusta's also crawling, huh...we go prone and manage to low-crawl into a deserted house, but it only yielded some bandages and a couple sodas. We venture on, have a few close calls, and a tense couple of minutes where we're completely surrounded by 15 zombies (at least that we were able to see) within 50 yards of us. Eventually we get in to another house, not much more in that one. As I'm looting, my room mate tells me over ventrilo to stand still, to not back up. I slowly turn in place to see him crouched in the only entrance to the house, hatchet at the ready, two dead zeds at his feet. We wait for more to come, but it seemed like the coast was clear after a few minutes. Not much loot, but no injuries, and we didn't have to fire any shots, which would bring the whole town down on us. We figure out the next house we want to try and loot, and head out. Just as we left the house we were in, a zombie spawned literally on top of my room mate and started attacking him. I panicked and blasted the zed off him with my shotty. The sound brought many, many zombies, and our quick end along with it. It might have been survivable, if we hadn't both been in prone when I fired, if I had announced that I was going to fire and we had planned a hasty escape over vent. Of course, that's why they call it panic, because frightened instinct takes over...
Well, shit...room mate had an A.L.I.C.E pack, a map, hunting and cooking stuff, a canteen, guns...not stuff we wanted to lose. He bitches for a while about the setback, but eventually we decide to try and get our stuff back. Respawn, he's a lot closer to Pusta than I am. I, however, have both Rog and an anonymous medium-yield barn between there and my spawn, and I want to rearm before I get to my corpse. Got some fatloots at Rog, it's a really cool dilapidated old castle on a hill in the woods. I only saw two zeds there, one of which was a mythbuster who was standing on the roof of a small outbuilding, just bellowing into the wind and shaking his arms. It was pretty awesome. Not too long after that, my room mate hit Pusta and found our corpses. Damn, apparently somebody heard the gunshots, or maybe was just passing through and heard the flies, between when we respawned and when he got there. They took his backpack, map, and canteen; thankfully they left him his hatchet, his guns, his matches, and lots of survival stuff. I never even made it back to my corpse, I found better loot in the two spots between there and my spawn. Logged out on Day 0 of my third character, with a 1911, some ammo, a hatchet, a canteen, and some food/water/medicine. And I logged inside of a good building to loot, so hopefully tonight when I'm off work there will be more booty for me to plunder in there before heading out into the wilderness.
It looks like Halo, but it plays completely different. MUTE THE SOUND ON THIS VIDEO!
Sick vid
It's really fast and there's only 1 weapon in the game without (relatively) slow travel time and it's a pistol with small hit radius. The video shows one of the most standard type weapons, it shoots an explosive that explodes on impact, and deals damage in a radius.
There's 9 classes, of which most are unique. There's high speed. There's sexy strategy, there's a lot of fighting in the open but some classes go down into the enemy base to wreck havoc.
IT'S AMAZING. It's free, it's not like you loose anything from trying it.
I always thought that the Clone Wars were a small, but notable, regional conflict fought using clones (just like a nuclear war is a war fought using nukes), while the Kessel Run always sounded like some sort of illegal yet highly lauded space race of some sort, perhaps through a very hazardous chunk of space.
What did you think the colored badges on the Imperial uniforms mean, or how did they work? As a kid, I deduced that they were some kind of rank insignia, but I always figured that the not just number of squares, but color determined seniority
(Blue < Red < Yellow)
I remember seeing similar markings on Boba Fett’s armor (which was the same shade of green as the Imperial Army troops on Endor), and started to wonder if his was ex-imperial special forces or something.
What made the Empire evil, and the Rebel Alliance heroic? Sure the rebels were outnumbered underdogs, but the Empire is only as evil as we're supposed to believe they are. We're supposed to root for the Rebels because we're told the Empire is evil. Obviously the people at the top (The Emperor, Vader, Tarkin, the circle of assclowns running the Death Star) are pretty evil and out and out dicks at times, but in function, the Rebels are a bunch of crazy diehard terrorists trying to bring back an old, failed regime, because they don't believe the current one has any right to rule.
"The Academy" was pretty clearly Imperial flight school. Luke wanted to be a fighter pilot and his family kept having him work the farm. He had no idea the Empire was evil, nor any grudge against them, until Stormtroopers killed his family and burned his farm. Hell, most of the people in the Empire aren't evil, and don’t seem to mind the Empire, aside from paying taxes and such.
Oddly enough, most people don't seem to really remember the Republic, though they have heard of the Clone Wars (though there's nothing in the films describing that conflict, much less connecting it to the downfall of the Republic).
Pertaining to the Jedi, I always pictured them as a much smaller organization, more private, with one-on-one training, and "knights" doing whatever they thought was right, sort of like wuxia-style "errant knight" badasses, not tied to the formal power structures but held to defend ideals of peace and freedom. Yeah, Kenobi was a general, but he wasn't a general because he was a Jedi, he was just a good strategist and an all around badass.
Some Imperial jerkoff taunting Vader in Episode 4, stating: "Your sad devotion to that ancient Jedi religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes."
Always made me think that the Jedi ‘religion’ was actually an ancient dying religion that maybe 5 people in the whole galaxy even knew about or remembered.
Speaking of this scene, I always though that there was more of a story between Vader and Tarkin: Vader never answered to anyone save the Emperor, and apparently Tarkin.
When Vader was force-choking General douchebag , Tarkin commanded Vader to stay his hand. Maybe Vader’s heart just want into it, but considering how coldly Vader offs people for displeasing him, he appears to act all to quickly to Tarkin’s request.
Consider Tarkin's candid dialogue with Vader later on: “The Jedi are extinct. Their fire has gone out of the universe. You, my friend, are all that's left of their religion.”
Based on the line delivery in the film, Tarkin appears to actually use the word ‘friend’ to mean just that. It isn’t sarcastic or biting, but almost warm. It always felt like those two had a history, like they were good friends in the past, and that Tarkin was instrumental to turning Anakin to the Dark Side. Perhaps something like Anakin Sklywalker wanted to show mercy to some enemies in the Clone Wars or something and save them. And Tarkin, a cold-hearted pragmatists, point out to him that “We’re at war and letting the enemy live endangers the Republic. Destroy them!” This could have been one of many events that caused a crisis of conscience, while Tarkin could have been there to help pull Anakin down the dark path, the quick and easy path. Thus Anakin would be performing darkside acts, all the while thinking he is helping the Republic. An act acceptable for a non-force user but for a Jedi a very dangerous act to follow.
It also seam like Tarkin did right by Vader at some point, maybe even saving his life, to explain why Vader listened to and respected him.
The map is small and simple. The time it would take you to fix the leaks would be far greater than the time it would take to rebuild the map. It'd probably take you 20-30 mins to fix the leaks, rebuilding the map would take 2-3 mins.
Also you have a picture of text. I'm not saying you made it but I can't read any of the small print. This is a bad thing.
EDIT: Jesus Christ it's a JPG. Who the hell even does that?!
Wha?
JPEG is a shit format, and the text in your image is too small/too compressed to read.
It's not a shit format, however it is completely unfit for purpose in this case. For text, PNG is all you need. Or, y'know, a link to the source. Because HTML is HyperTEXT, blah blah.
This is a consideration. It's important to remember that Chrome has recently overtaken Firefox in terms of users; they have basically the same codecs supported. Also you have a picture of text. I'm not saying you made it but I can't read any of the small print. This is a bad thing.
EDIT: Jesus Christ it's a JPG. Who the hell even does that?!
Well you see, the file isn't a small square, but is quite large, and honestly I have no idea how to figure it out, and I hoped there would be some function that someone made that rotates arrays, but apparently not...
Well yes, I get that. It's more... how do I structure my program intelligently such that I can use a file to configure the program? I've done quite a bit of file IO in Java, and a small amount in C. But I always feel that saying something along the lines of "look for parameter -> save into variable -> find code path" is a bit... inefficient. And I always seem to find that either lots of code is duplicated or there are if statements EVERYWHERE. And that is definitely inefficient.
Supes, I think I might need your help with this, at some stage. Say I wanted configurability to the max - how might I go about creating some small config file that can change lots of the program, rather than a couple of numbers? Anyway, now's not the time. I might ask more in a few days.
People have suggested previously that the Mona Lisa was in fact Da Vinci himself but dressed up. Since I had invoked the Mona Lisa because of the smile I decided to make a funny based on that small random piece of trivia. As far as I can tell, that idea is largely believed to be untrue, but it's still kind of interesting. I guess it's not a well-known thing.
And yes, it is a compliment. I'm saying there's quite a lot of depth to your image.
I redid Azmagelle for realsies. First picture was getting outdated.
Bask in my majesty.
I'm really trying to avoid the "Psychopath who is bad for the evulz" idea. You won't have the option of stabbing the small starving child in the eye for no reason. Instead you'll have the option to take advantage of his desperation and send him on a dangerous recon mission that could easily get him killed.
I want all of Gyllioc's evil actions to be something someone evil would actually do, as opposed to something evil and silly a person playing a video game would want to do.
I had another look. I somewhat redact my statement. The oddest thing is that if I zoom in once on Chrome (110% maybe?) the small one looks best with just that little extra smoothing. Funny how perception is.
For merely mentioning Blood+ and not Blood: The Last Vampire, you're going to get hell from aaronjer. I saw them in reverse order and I was okay with Blood+, mostly, but it got to the point where I realized that none of the scene-setting shit mattered and that the peripheral characters were all but disposable. That's not something that makes me happy.
Among the shows I would give some praise of but not fully endorse (it seems like you're well-versed in the Adult Swim stuff):
Ghost Hound - Takes place in a small Japanese town with primary characters of a brewer's son who was kidnapped as a child along with his sister (who died), a somewhat smarmy scientist's son from Tokyo who has a crippling fear of heights, the guitar-playing, ne'er-do-well grandson of a local cult leader (whose family was rumored to be involved with the kidnapping of kid #1), and the daughter of a local priest who is sometimes possessed/has visions. It's a decent premise rooted somewhat in the spirit world and self-exploration with questions of technology and the human soul, but the last few episodes shit the bed and they forget about the driving forces of the plot in favour of some other stupid bullshit.
Black Butler - Basic premise: Victorian era nobleman's son witnesses parents killed off by some cultish thing and then contracts with the devil to be his butler in exchange for his soul later. There are also the goofy side characters of the pyromaniac chef, the absurdly strong but clumsy gardener, the near-sighted maid, and the usually chibi old butler, none of whom are exactly what they seem. It's mostly humourous, but dark humour, mixed with the occassional feat of badassery from the butler. If you get into it, I wouldn't watch the second series, it's not nearly as good.
D. Gray Man - It's a shounen, so you have to deal with certain shounen tropes, but it has a driving force behind it that is a lot weirder and scarier than most shows will go to. In the world, there are akuma, or demons. These demons come out in a very particular way. First, someone dies. Then someone close to them, lamenting that death, contracts with the series' villain (a particularly goofy looking gentleman) to bring them back. The soul of the deceased is then transfered to large black skeleton where it is trapped, and the soul, no longer capable of controlling its own actions but remaining aware of them, kills the person that brought them back and wears their skin. Those are the akuma. There are various evolutions of each akuma which only corrupt the soul more and more, but that's the gist of it. Exorcists fight them. One of them has a big punchy hand and then there's a samurai and a girl who kicks stuff. They aren't quite so interesting as the akuma and the people controlling the akuma, but at the very least, they manage to give the main characters development. The shit thing about the show is that it follows a manga and the mangaka is frequently sick/injured/loony and production has become erratic, which means that the show went to an anime-only conclusion where the manga is still rolling (and has just recently revealed all of the players on the evil side). But when it's funny/silly, it's super silly, and when it's uncomfortable, it's super bleak.
Samurai 7 - Based off the Kurosawa flick, if you make the world not feudal Japan but some grey wasteland with pockets of dense industrial cities, if you make the raiders evil aliens with space ships, and if you give the titular samurai anime type martial arts superpowers. It's fucking pretty but I've never seen it in its entirety.
Last Exile - Steampunky, lots of air fights, weird world (kingdoms fighting each other, separated by giant storm fields), but ultimarely falls apart at the end like Ghost Hound does and fails to be as interesting as it seemed like it wanted to be. BUT THEY'RE MAKING A NEW SERIES.
Pani Poni Dash - Uhhh.... seen Azumanga Daioh? It's like that. But faster. And usually weirder. God is a cat that lives in vending machines and warms things up to his body heat.
Excel Saga - Also fucking weird. Just watch it. Nabeshin!
Open your "Mapname.bat" File by Edit or open with notepad, And delete all of "-Nowadtextures" , this will not save the wads with the bsp file.
Now here is a suggestion for you:
(read all of it before doing in case its not what you want)
1- Open hammer and write down all the textures you used.
2- You get GCFScape program.
3- You open GCFScape and with GCF you open Your .wad.
4- Extract all the Textures you have used in your map in a certain folder.
5- Get Wally and put those textures in a new small wad file. (Any youtube tutorial shows this)
I'm starting to think that it will never compile. It has been stuck on "LeafThread" of the compiling process for about 30 minutes now without it saying how much percent done it is. I'm not sure what LeafThread even is. The map is very complex with a lot of small shapes and vertex manipulation. Is there anything I can do to make this run faster or start running at all? Maybe a hlvis command I can add?
Can't anyone tell superjer to answer? I can't pm anyone.
And thanks everyone for helping I send a msg to twhl, hopefully they will answer.
When you're writing post, you have a small button in the top right corner of the blue window that says Attn. Press that button, then write superjer in the left part of the text box that appears.
A moderate (read: 60-200gb) SSD for your OS and primary applications shouldn't set you back more than $1/gb these days unless you go crazy and get TBotB, some PCI shit or something. Also, even for gaming, I would put money on an SSD being as much if not more of an upgrade than a dedicated GPU. It is the biggest directly observable performance upgrade I have experienced, probably ever. Much more than doubling ram, moving to a faster bus (ide to sata2 raid, even), faster RPM HDD, any of that. As a small aside, there are definitely '5400 rpm' drives that show better performance than other '7200 rpm' drives, especially with the 'green' (read: low-power) initiative so big in hardware right now. I would say I got a bigger boost from dropping an SSD into my system than when I rebuilt the entire rest of the system (from athlon2 x64 to i5 750, ddr2 to ddr 3, geforce 4 pci to some evga hotshit pci-e 16, sata to sata2, etc). Seriously.
I don't have any data to back any of this up besides my own experiences, and in my zealotry I've probably exaggerated, but I've talked with SJ about this and I think he feels the same way, at least insofar as an SSD is a very significant upgrade, worth the price if you don't go crazy on the bleeding-edge hotness. And we all know that SJ is the be-all end-all of everything, except, as previously established, suckiness; the Jer family has a dominant anti-suck gene.
Now somebody buy me a falafel, I'm fucking famished.
Dont make a sky box and release it! just a small test, make a sky box then compile. if it doesn't lagg it means you have a hidden leak and if you do it will be easier for you to fix.\
Just do it and reply
i thought if you didn't add any lights at all it wouldn't compile
It will give you an error in the compile log but you can still play the map.
OneGuy said:
Error:
for Face 2964 (texture {fence) at
(1164.000 2511.000 -72.000) (1024.000 2511.000 -72.000) (1024.000 2511.875 -72.000) (1024.000 2512.000 -72.000) (1164.000 2512.000 -72.000)
Error: Bad surface extents (14 x 23 884)
Check the file ZHLTProblems.html for a detailed explanation of this problem
This is not lighting-related. This error is usually caused by using extremely large or extremely small scales on textures. Try pressing alt+p in VHE with your map loaded and see if any errors show up.
For future reference, if you really cannot find a leak, you can use a binary search to find it.
Place a giant brush to block out half of your map, making it completely solid. Then compile and see if it leaks or not. Whatever happens, you'll know which half of the map has the leak.
You can repeat this process until you only have a small area left which must contain the leak.
Caveat: It is possible, although unlikely, that when you divide the map in half, you also divide the leak in half. This could cause both halves to leak, or neither, depending on the geometry.
For future reference, if you really cannot find a leak, you can use a binary search to find it.
Place a giant brush to block out half of your map, making it completely solid. Then compile and see if it leaks or not. Whatever happens, you'll know which half of the map has the leak.
You can repeat this process until you only have a small area left which must contain the leak.
Caveat: It is possible, although unlikely, that when you divide the map in half, you also divide the leak in half. This could cause both halves to leak, or neither, depending on the geometry.
There will be some small hole somewhere, that's the issue. The reason the entity changed when you deleted the offending one is because it gives you the name of the first one it "reached"; it's a little complicated but it will find one entity then stop. So, as we suggest, use the pointfile. If there are lots of lines, then, well, you'll have a lot of searching to do, but that's your option.
Haha awesome, again an opposing, informed perspective.
We're targeting a small demographic of international fatcats and boomers, but my theory on this is that they're the ones without the prowess in most cases, and if they are in the know then they'd see the two as equal anyways.
I guess my current opinion on the matter could be distilled to 'the ones that know don't care, and the ones that don't know care about the wrong things.' I think I just need to a/b test this on a sample of my target demographic.
Off-topic, if anybody is interested in makebig financialgain for livings andor lifestyle, pleasing to be replied to my late missives. My Father, EthiopiaPrincess, is having monies currencies bills cashes to redistribut.
As is usually the case, the resolution of this issue involved me ceasing some small piece of my massive nubd0m. $POSTMASTER was getting all sorts of jiggy, as I found out when I attempted to send an undeliverable email. I simply misunderstood it's function - the verbage in the manual led me to believe that it would display as the FROM and/or REPLYTO address(es) but all it actually does is provide an address to send undeliverable notifications to, nothing more. I didn't have to modify the call to SENDMAIL at all, the answer was as simple as an input on the HTML form named EMAIL.
well, i download wally, and it doesnt opens... dunno why. it appears the screen of the guy sitting a nd then nothing, it is in the small toolbar but doesnt open...
well, i download wally, and it doesnt opens... dunno why. it appears the screen of the guy sitting a nd then nothing, it is in the small toolbar but doesnt open...
Hello, hopefully this is the right place for this thread. Anyhow, I was just wondering if SuperJer would be able to update de_contra for CS:S. Since the port to OB the sewer water makes splash effects even if there is no one in them. It's really annoying and during competitive play, it's even more of an issue. So, I ask - can we expect a small update for the map to resolve this issue SuperJer?
name of country.(chosen: Vatican City- to those who read yes I know its not a country but I was assigned it anyways) Capital. Flag ( picture of description) famous sites. Population. Culture 3 sentences. Size. Religions. Food. Per capital income system of government leaders names name of money and current exchange rate to us dollar
Education. History 2 sentences and gnp/gdp
Vatican City (Not really Country)
Capital: Vatican City (technically)
Flag: Famous Site: St. Peter’s Basilica and the Sistine Chapel
Population: Just over 800
-Vatican City is home to some of the most famous works of art in the world from artists such as Michelangelo and Bernini.
-The Vatican are said to be the de facto custodian of the Latin language from its Latinitas Foundation.
-The Catholic Churches must be highly respected and listened to in Vatican City.
Size: about 110 Acres
Religions:Catholism
Food: Most meals have at least a pasta course with other foods
-Per capital income system of government: N/A (couldnt find guessing it is same as Rome though)
Leader's Name: Pope Benedict XVI
Name of Money: Euros
current exchange rate to us dollar: $0.69
Education: Vatican City is too small to host extensive educational facilities, but the Holy See operates 64 academic institutions close by (in Rome), which are often considered part of the Vatican.
History:
The original lands that the Vatican City occupies today was also the site of Roman Emperor Nero's Circus.The obelisk in the center of the Vatican square (the only remnant of the original Circus) was originally part of Heliopolis (an ancient Egyptian city which stood in the vicinity of present day Cairo) but taken by Roman Emperor Caligula and erected close to where it stands today.
Umm, the fact that you can't deselect your hero is my biggest complain about LoL/HoN, since it just displays a small info bar and it's hard to see what items they have.
Also what they should really fix is make the health bars in HoN variable like in dota, so that you don't have to keep checking their hp, and instead get a estimate...
I figured out what I wanted to do using the 3D Revolve effect, basically mapping straight lines to a sphere, which I didn't know Illy could do...GG Adobe.
Since C99 (twelve years ago!) you can allocate arrays dynamically like that.
It is not always a good idea for 2 reasons:
1) If you want your code to compile with Visual Studio it won't. Microsoft will not support C99.
2) Allocating a var this way puts it on the stack. You don't want to just cram a ton of stuff onto the stack. At least think about it.
For small allocations that you only need locally, it's way more convenient/safe than malloc. At least in my experience, though, I don't end up using it that often. I just don't need it or malloc for most things.
okay its me again i figured out that i hadnt configured the valve hammer editor correctly but now i have and i made a simple map quite small with spawn points and a buy zone but for some reason when i join it in game my fps goes from 100 to 4, please help heres the link to my first map http://www.mediafire.com/?3gu74pzvfaojwey
if you can help id very much appreciate it, cheers.
SORRY BOUT THE TITLE lol its ment to be Map Lagging.
Memory allocation failure
Description: The program failed to allocate a block of memory. Likely causes are (in order of likeliness) :
* do not compile thru WC/Hammer F9 "running" - this hogs RAM. Instead use a front end or batch file to organize your compiling;
* the partition holding the swapfile is full (clean out your hard drive, empty trash, clear out unused files, purge your temp files folders and internet browsers temp files.);
* swapfile size is smaller than required (let swapfile be dynamicly allocated, do not set it too small yourself.);
* memory fragmentation (defrag your hard drive);
* heap corruption (reboot and try again. If you have old RAM, make sure it is seated well. check for viruses!).
* on at least one occasion this was caused by a corrupt prefab.
* on at least one occasion this was solved by removing a skybox and so making the level smaller.
You and I have disagreed over this point before many times, in fact, it's come up in this thread.
Besides, popularity, as SJ says, is a poor measure of... many things. If I went to tell most people that it is possible to decompose a sphere into two identical spheres the same size as the first one they likely would not believe me, but that doesn't stop it being right.
Now, fair enough there's not that great a comparison between abstract obscure mathematics and music (despite many mathematicians talking about the creative side of proof writing) but I feel that my point still somewhat stands. So much music today is mass-produced, design by committee; think of the kind of stuff that is squirted out of The X-Factor or something like Justin Bieber. My problem is that most mainstream music from nowadays strongly conforms to this pattern, be it rap or hip-hop or pop or god knows what. Or bland teenage soft rock.
All this and the fact that I totally disagree with the idea of music that is marketed towards a particular audience. I'd much rather artists made music that they wanted to make, without giving too much of a damn about who listened. Though I think that's a very small percentage nowadays.
Everything can be obtained without paying for it because you get turbine points by playing the game. Some things can be obtained somewhat faster by paying. NO good items can be bought with real money. The only things you really need to purchase with points are adventure packs, and you only need a couple of them.
There is no penalty for being F2P. You just don't have access to as many things right off the bat. You don't have access to everything right away as VIP either. They didn't split the VIP and F2P quests in any meaningful way. Which quests are good/worth a lot/fun is totally random and with no real connection to whether or not it's free. The really big thing here is that if you have even one friend that is VIP they can use a guest pass that lets you into a quest you haven't purchased... so if you're good at making friends you can go everywhere anyway.
There is no real max level any more. It used to be 20, but now you can reincarnate. When you reincarnate you go back to level 1, can change anything about your character other than your name, start with higher base stats (cumulatively every time you reincarnate) and keep all your items. (this is especially meaningful because the vast majority of items are obtained when you're well above the level requirement to use them) It takes 1.6 times longer to level each time you reincarnate, which thankfully only stacks to a total of 2.2.
People level at extremely variable rates, and it really depends on your character build. If you make a healbot cleric you will only level as fast as the best party you can find. If you make a monk you can go from level 1-12 even on a reincarnated character in 48 hours by soloing everything. This, of course, is only possible if you're an unstoppable badass like me. Leveling gets much, MUCH slower as you get higher level, though. It's possible to hit level 20 with your first character in less than a week, but most people will take a few months.
If you're willing to spend ANY money at all I'd suggest you buy the monk class (only after you've unlocked 32-point builds), because it's fun and relatively easy to get passably good at playing, and the Vale of Twilight adventure pack, because it alone can get you to level 20 easily. Vale is still the first thing you should unlock even if you're doing it the free way.
If you don't want to pay any money you should make a healbot cleric (NOT A MELEE CLERIC THEY ARE TERRIBLE AND EVERYONE WILL HATE YOU IF YOU MAKE ONE) because everyone will always want you in their group, or a wizard because they get unreasonably powerful when they hit level 7. They kinda suck before that... but good god. Fire wall is a retardedly powerful spell. If you're terrible at games you should make a fighter or barbarian because they're by far the easiest to play. They only have a small number of special abilities though, so don't expect them to be particularly exciting to play. They only thing you really, REALLY shouldn't start the game as is a rogue. It takes a huge amount of skill to play a rogue effectively, and even though they are unbelievably powerful in the right hands, trust me when I say you'll just die constantly without doing anything if you try to play one right off the bat. They have the lowest hp in the game, draw aggro like a giant shining beacon, have god awful resistance to spells and most of their stats are devoted to non-combat abilites.
You should do what everyone else does with their grant money and hire an asian grad student to do all your work for you.
Truth. Outsource your education. Then when you get a job you're already set up to just pay the guy a small chunk of what you get to be the middle man. Although I know that this has been done before, I can't seem to dig up any of the articles I've seen in the past in the time I'm willing to spend on it. Srsly though, outsource yourself, buy back your own time :)
Success!!
It turned out there was a leek, even though I could not even see one!
So I remade the map and made a more enclosed environment making sure each texture was small(er?); I'm assuming you do this by setting the texture size to 128x128 in the texture browser before applying them. I'll make sure to reread your posts and the FAQ!
What you're talking about isn't the map size, but rather your field of vision, and I believe thats something that needs to be changed in your CS client rather than in the map.
Edit: Idk why I assumed you wanted to change that, lol. I have no idea what its set to by default, but in general if you have a room/space so big that it doesn't fit in your field of vision, than its way to big anyway.
You wanna try and keep your spaces pretty small, cuz the bigger they get, the more lag.
Its all done with javascript. It should be fairly easy to get the CSS. Jus' grab the head section, and search for the link, or inline stuff. Do that first, I'd say, then jus' display the result.
I'm in no way sure how you would change this actively, unless you used the built-in support for scripts that Chrome has. The best guess I would say is: You reload the page, then change the CSS (The extension will run before the page is actually loaded).
I think.
Does no-one ever read the things I say?
For an example here, I have a small script running in FireFox which, on www.rockpapershotgun.com, takes the alt-text from images and displays it beneath them. Because alt-text isn't displayed as a tool-tip but Wordpress only provides opportunity to insert alt-text it makes life easier, because there are often funnies in the alt-text.
Lol i never really thought of that as faces! :P. But weird enough, in zhlt.wad 'Origin' was green with O's, 'AAAtrigger' was purple with T's, and 'Clip' was white with C's. When i added halflife.wad, i get two of each texture, the old one and the "faces". Each time i try to apply the old ones, it automatically applies the new one.
About your wall; you COULD make an invivible, shoot through wall, but you would have to enclose it with a solid, world brush. I still wonder: why would you want to have a wall outside your map, which isn't accessible by player OR bullet if your map isn't leaking?
About the shrinking, i was wondering that for a while too. I sometimes make these mice sized maps, where you are really small, and everything is really big. Would be handy if i could use enlarge for that. You could individually select your walls, shrink those, then the furniture, shrink that, then everything else, shrink that. Two problems tho: you can't shrink the players, they will always stay the same size. Also, you can't make decalls smaller or larger.
Any unnecesary, small items you might want to delete?
Also, idk alot about these issues, but you might want to try grouping brushes, applying 'null' texture to some sides, and maybe try using carve to reduce the number of brushes on some things (although this might have a controversial effect). Also, see if there are any spikes/cylinders you might want to cut the side ammount on.
It has to do with your texture(s). Usually when a texture is stretched more than 10x10 you get this error. Very small brushes are the most common place for this error. This won't show up in the "check for errors" function in hammer.
* SRAW understands but one of the three natures of tangent.
* You spelled 'masturbation' wrong. Remember, there is no masturbation without 'u'.
* Small Change is probably the best of the thematic trilogy of Small Change, Foreign Affairs, and Blue Valentine, so good choice there.
-Censorship
internet, books, road maps, the news and even the bible. It all has one thing in common; you cannot flip a page or look at something that has not been in discussion on “censoring”. The world is in on it, we know about it, we do not like it. So why do we let “them” do this. The examination of censorship in America suggests that censorship protects children but also it violates the 1st amendment. censorship protects children even if the first amendment is contradicted. People protest that the first amendment is what the United States of America is founded on and what makes us free. Other people explain that censorship will corrupt our kids if we do not stop things as things are with violent video games. What I think is that when I go on the internet I want to see the truth, things that I want to see and not lines of black on my texts not a white page that says “your organization has blocked this website”. Simple things such as going to cnn has “adult content” or going to other sites and have them misrepresented as such Foolery. Go to your nearest Safeway get on the internet and go to a website with some violence. The chances are that it will be Censored. The children need to know most of this IS on the internet and on TV. Not all at one time but if we keep them in the dark, children will not know what to do.
-“wanting censorship”
Freedom of speech is one of the most basic of human rights and yet there are some boundaries that need to be drawn with particular respect to sensitive issues. Ways that are common in censorship are enforced including bleeping words, blocking images, false info. Such particular issues can be language that is obscene. Movies, music, and news has most of this and it is censored for the sake of children. The government knows that and so they
do , bleep, block and insert new and “clean” information to them. “Children are our future”
should be the motivational thought when censorship comes to mind in the television companies.
Some reasons to be “for” censorship are for the children. The FCC is a company that is the main
hub of censorship in news, TV, and radio. They depict how they do not want the news to show
violence as much as possible. They cannot have nudity violence without the proper rating for that
movie. They tell troublemaker, rogue, bad robot DreamWorks, thx, pixar, that they cannot have
nudity violence without the proper rating for that movie. They do the same thing with everything
you can think of. There is a “FCC” for every country you can name/ all this is a good thing cause
if our children found out about the nudity and the violence it would corrupt there little minds
there are G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17 that depict what movies will display in there theaters
-Reasons to not want
censorship are the kind of reasons that you want to know some information. I want to Google something about the columbine shooting. I do not want see a clean version of it was all cream and peaches, I would actually want to know the exact details of the town, day, time, how long. Blocking information should be a crime in the united states cause it is one of the things Americans embrace Such things as editing this game called “left for dead 2” the austilalians copy. compared to the usa copy it is cleaner but the hard core generic “shoot dead things” just does not fit with the graphics things as.
No gore: when you shoot a infected you see a small splash of blood, no parts will fly off
No blood splatter: you will not see blood spattering on the screen
No dismemberment: you cannot shoot or melee any limbs, and expect them to fall off
No corpses: as soon the infected hot the ground, the game renders them gone.
No burning: infected will not catch fire.
I expect somebody to say “well the game is cleaner and better with out all that killing and bad intentions“. the game or most things have a intention either to be clean or not. I ask you do you expect a game with one gun to be with good intentions? If you buy a expensive game you expect it to have the most of what the general it is and what you paid for. It would be a waste if it did not have the most gore as possible. What they are doing is denying great ideas that make great things games, books, and television. People who make this violence are not bad people , but creative ones.
-The bad things about censorship
is the over abuse of it. every body has heard of Alice In Wonderland and it is is most definitely not about drug use but over the years people have come to conclusions that it is because of parts of the book such as the one where Alice eats a mushroom. Certain people say that the reason that Alice becomes really tall and then really small in the book is because she is “high on magic mushrooms.” Alice In Wonderland is a great story for kids. It is about a young girl named Alice. Alice herself in a magical place called wonderland. This book was actually banned in China back in 1931 for another reason. Someone did not agree with animals being able to talk the way humans do. They thought that the book was “portraying animals and humans on the same level”
Catcher in the Rye is a book about violence and it makes more sense to ban the Alice in Wonderland. “Catcher in the Rye is the story of teenager Holden Caulfield's turbulent last few days before his Christmas vacation. During these days, Holden leaves Pencey Prep, a boys' school he's been kicked out of, and takes off for a few nights alone in New York City. Holden tells the story from some sort of a mental facility where he's recovering from the stress of the experiences he retells.” This book does have numerous scenes of violence but it is an overall good book. Should students stop leaning about the Second World War because we are afraid to teach them about violence? The answer is no, violence is all around us, and Catcher In the Rye is a healthy way of explaining that to kids. In 1991 Concerned Citizens of Florida challenged Catcher in the Rye. They believed the book was anti-Christian. They did not agree with the profanity, vulgarity, or the references to suicide. The review committee for this book voted that the book should stay in the library.
On September 11, 2001 the world witnessed the worst disaster in the history of North America if not the world since Pearl Harbor. The twin towers of the World Trade Center collapsed due to a terrorist attack on America. This event affected everyone very deeply, but that does not justify talking songs off the air by artists such as Creed, Savage Garden, Led Zeppelin, at one time, hit song Ironic was taken off the airwaves of many radio stations in United States and Canada because the song makes reference to a plane crash. Creed’s hit song, Higher, received the same fate when some angry people heard reference to flying or to be more specific “Can you take me higher?” in the lyrics. This song is about being brought to a place where everything is better and about creating that place here. It does not make sense for people to object to a song with such a deep and spiritual meaning. Both of these songs have no coarse language, sexual or rude remarks, or even any reference to fighting of any sort. It is unbelievable what they do to religions also.
-The good things about censorship are things that protect our children cause The beeps has become increasingly used in our society, so much that whenever we hear it. Every time we hear the beeps, we immediately wonder what word was just removed. Do not tell me you do not ponder it, however quickly, because I am absolutely positive you do. You can not help but wonder what word was just missing in action from that last sentence you just heard! In your head you know what word was It probably goes without saying that we’ve all been conditioned to accept that something naughty has been said when you hear the beep. Censorship can protect out troops it can provide safe for rape victims, relocated people, and most importantly it will keep the moral being of family together.
-In conclusion, censorship in music, TV, maps is wrong in my opinion. Artists in both music and art should be allowed to say/paint whatever they want. That is what our founding fathers based this country upon: freedom. The government is doing an excellent job in making the First Amendment suitable for all. If parents have a problem with it, it is because they did not properly supervise their children.
Have a mini-internet for kids, such that it is accessible to anyone on the Internet, while those on the mini-net cannot access the "real" Internet.
Have a completely separate computer network for children.
Parallel chat network for children and ONLY children.
Internet servers for children that restrict potentially obscene newsgroups.
It's the nature of internet that most simple protections can be defeated and parents should know that!!!
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It's the nature of internet that most simple protections can be defeated and parents should know that!!!
10 Things the Chinese Government Ignores About Web Censorship
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Book Censorship
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reasons for media censorship
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Quotes on freedom of speech and censorship
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"Internet Censorship Essay - Censorship and the Internet." 123HelpMe.com. 30 Nov 2010
<http://www.123HelpMe.com/view.asp?id=9873>.
// Set the color of a single pixel on a LOCKED surface void setpixel(SDL_Surface *screen, int x, int y, Uint8 r, Uint8 g, Uint8 b) { Uint32 color = SDL_MapRGB( screen->format, r, g, b ); *((Uint32*) screen->pixels + y*screen->pitch/BPP + x) = color; }
// Draw some crazy trippy BS on the screen void Draw(SDL_Surface* screen, int frameno) { int x, y, r, g, b, fmod = frameno%256; if(SDL_MUSTLOCK(screen) && SDL_LockSurface(screen)<0 ) return; for( y = 0; y < screen->h; y++ ) for( x = 0; x < screen->w; x++ ) { r = (x>100&&x<500) ? (y*fmod*x*fmod/330000) : 0; g = ((x*x+y*y+frameno*5)%256)/5; b = (x>300&&x<700) ? (y*fmod*x*fmod/24000) : 0; setpixel(screen, x, y, r, g, b); } if(SDL_MUSTLOCK(screen)) SDL_UnlockSurface(screen); SDL_Flip(screen); }
int main(int argc, char* argv[]) { SDL_Surface *screen; SDL_Event event; int quitting = 0; int frameno = 0;
1: Does Cstrike have things like driveable cars and turrets?
Not solved
2: How do i make water that is transparent, and where you can swim and drown in? Where can i find textures to this/which do i use?
Half solved, im onto information for this
3: How do i add background sounds to my map?
I should probably just take a good look on hammer
4: how do i make a map edge that has sky on top, and water on the bottom, like in as_oilrig? And how do i make an edge where you fall off, then die after a certain point?
Sky worked, others did not yet
5: How do i make a moving, button activated elevator?
Didn't make this yet, but i have a link to how to do it.
Bot problem:
Partly solved. They are taking the big corridors, only one small corridor with a ladder at the end (from a to b, bomb sites are on top of each other). This doesn't make much of a problem.
Anyways i didn't find the tutorial, but i got it to work by deleting the .nav file. Thanks for the help ;). Only small ladder doesn't work now, but that isn't really a problem
Anybody know where i can download a few good es_ maps?
Also, sorry for all the questions but can anybody explain me what half life is, and how it is related to Counter Strike? Which version goes with what version of cs?
I have only a copy of CS. If i try to switch game to Half life using the Change Game button i can't get half life to do anything :(
1: Does Cstrike have things like driveable cars and turrets?
2: How do i make water that is transparent, and where you can swim and drown in? Where can i find textures to this/which do i use?
3: How do i add background sounds to my map?
4: how do i make a map edge that has sky on top, and water on the bottom, like in as_oilrig? And how do i make an edge where you fall off, then die after a certain point?
5: How do i make a moving, button activated elevator?
And finally the thing i really need answered, its blocking me from making any maps but the most simple.
I made a map, called it de_bricks.
Bots take the central, obvious way always, but this usually leads to a confrontation in a central chamber without the bomb ever getting planted. So i made a hall from the side of both spawns, that leads to site A. A is connected by a ladder to B, which is right above this. Yet i cannot get bots in any way to take either the ladder or the extra hallways. I know this has probably something to do with waypointing, but only sollution i find is for Source. Again, i have Counter strike 1.6 No Steam, i think this is Counter Strike 1.5. I learned mapping using this tutorial: http://www.superjer.com/learn.php
Also, just a small problem: I start and play counter strike 1.6 no steam. It has a button that says 'change game'. I can switch to half-life, but i can't start any game or so. It just refuses to do anything no matter how many times i click the button, or the game just crashes. No error log, no computer crash, just game quit. Any sollutions/reasons to this?
Let's say you have a miniature "gun" that fires electrons toward a screen. The gun creates a sort of 'spread' of particles, perhaps best thought of as a Bell Curve, if you guys know what that is. If you don't, it's easy enough to find out, and simple to understand.
So anyway, we're firing them at this screen, and we have this pattern. Then we do something clever: we put a barrier in front of this screen, leaving two small holes in it. What happens now?
If you're thinking "two piles, half the size of the first", you're wrong. Welcome to Quantum Mechanics. I'll make this a bit more clear later.
and black hole is just what rockbomb said, it's shitloads of mass in a small area, so there is a strong gravitation pull and not even light can escape it (which means light must have mass!)
hawking brought up the discussion of "where does it go"
sense matter can not get destroyed or created, only converted.
your opinion?
What do you mean "where does it go"?
I thought a black hole was just a huge ammount of mass in a relatively small space. Due to the mass the black hole has large amounts of gravitational pull, and when it 'sucks' stuff in the object is compacted and added to the black hole.
I was a spy for a sort of global criminal organization. One of those James Bond type organizations except without silly giant lasers and ridiculous henchmen. We still had an evil island headquarters though. We were pretty much just making money illegally and occasionally assassinating people. Of course, in James Bond fashion, there was a super-spy and a secret government task force out to stop us.
The super-spy's codename was Idea. I never found out her real name. She was tall, beautiful and a total badass. Everywhere she went our schemes fell into disarray. I have fond memories of escaping from one of my organization's secret mountain bases just before she blew it up. I believe that occurred in Switzerland. As time went on I noticed more and more that although she had impressive combat skills and a tactical mind, nearly endless resources, and competent allies her most potent weapon was luck. Buildings would crash down around her and leave her unscratched, while crushing her enemies. That sort of thing.
My organization's evil board of directors decided to lay a trap for her. We leaked information about our secret island headquarters while at the same time we moved our important assets elsewhere. Our plan was to set an ambush for her there, which I was the leader of, and if we failed we'd blow up the entire island and her with it. For once, everything seemed to be falling into place for us. She came to the island alone, and after a short chase we managed to corner her up against a cliff. Before I finished raising my gun to shoot her I was already worried because of the grin on her face. My handgun was freed from my grasp by means of a sniper bullet, and my team was immediately shot dead by special forces hiding in the forest around us. She knew who I was, and knew that I had information. As a last ditch effort I activated the detonator to destroy the island and with it both of us. Quite unpredictably, it did not function. She told me she had already disarmed the bomb.
This... this was not possible. Not even just villain yelling "IMPOSSIBLE!" kind of impossible. It was really, actually and totally impossible. I had just set the bomb and walked out of the only entrance to the base to meet her as she came in from the beach. My people were watching her the whole time. Maybe someone else could have disarmed the bomb, but it certainly wasn't her. I mentioned my revelation to her, and to my surprise, she looked just as confused as I was. She then looked as though she had just come upon a most horrifying realization. At that moment the world began to fade away. Everyone and everything except her slowly turned dark and disappeared. She fell unconscious and to the non-existent floor. At the same time she inexplicably lost a decade of age. She had been in her late twenties before and now looked like she was about eighteen.
A new world formed around us. A small, poorly lit world. Even with only morning light coming through a covered window I could tell this was a teenage girl's room. Cluttered posters of sexy men and cosmetic messiness. Idea was in what appeared to be her bed, just stirring to wake up. It then occurred to me that I had not traveled through time, and that this wasn't some ridiculous plot to extract information from me. Everything had been her dream. It made perfect sense. She was the center of everything and her luck really was a thing of fantasy. The only thing that didn't fit is that I didn't disappear with the fantasy. My suit was even still a little sandy from being on the island.
I was at a complete loss for action or words. I had no immediate reason to kill her anymore, as she clearly wasn't an actual super-spy... and the criminal organization I worked for didn't even exist. I tried desperately to think of what I should do in this situation when Idea's yelp of surprise brought me to full attention. She was just as surprised to see me as I was to exist. My impulsive instinct was to shoot her and run away, and my back-up handgun had come out of the dream with me. I did not do this though. My curiosity was a strong deterrent. Also one has to be very determined to go through with the shooting a of a pretty, unarmed girl in her underwear. I was greedy evil, not psychopath evil. Then she started screaming, I guess she was at a loss for rational action in this irrational situation as well. I instinctively pulled out my gun and pointed it at her, but this only made her scream incoherently and interject phrases like "don't shoot me" and "he's got a gun".
Before I could put the gun away, which I now felt foolish for bothering to point at her, her parents burst in through her door. They angrily asked me who the fuck I was. I responded truthfully by telling them I didn't know because she didn't think up a name for me. The father, armed with a .45, clearly believed me to be armed and insane and fired at me. With apparent success I dove out of the way and fired back. I was an excellent marksman in Idea's imagination, and that didn't change here. I was quite sure I had put a bullet in both her parent's brains, regardless of how tangled I was with Idea after having dived in the direction far less likely to receive bullets. Despite this, her father continued to be alive and point a gun at me. I fired again with no effect. I paused with confusion and her parents paused with hesitation. I suppose Idea preferred to be alone in bed, and she unceremoniously dumped me on the floor. Now clear of accidental daughter shooting tragedies, Idea's father shot at me. His weapon also seemed to be firing blanks. I leapt up and threw a punch at him, which he was too inept to step out of the way of, and I found myself stumbling on the other side of him.
Apparently I had been reduced to being Idea's imaginary friend. Except I was more an imaginary enemy... and everyone else could see me... and I could touch her. I also seemed to be able to interact with physical objects in a frustratingly arbitrary manner. I did not pass through her bed or the floor I was standing on, but I did pass through his clothes as I passed through him . It was like a poorly written movie and I found it to be most irritating. Her father turned around to look for me, after I had got all up in his face and disappeared from his perspective. I attempted to grab the gun out of his hand, and much to my surprise, it actually worked! I was pretty sure I could really shoot him with this gun. Luckily for Idea's family structure and income, I realized he had no way of harming me before I decided to shoot him.
Sadly, I remember almost nothing after this point, as people wouldn't quit distracting me from writing this. There was something about a war going on with aliens which turned out to really be between God and the Devil. I was the only one unaffected by the devil's evil powers because I wasn't real or some shit like that. Also I'm pretty sure I sexually assaulted Idea in a bathroom at some point... while her friends were there. Hey, it was her fault I was evil. Shut up.
So, if you haven't heard yet, there is an organization called COICA (combating online infringement and counterfeits act), and they are about to pass a bill that will allow the US government to censor the internet, as places like China and Iran do. Rather than telling about it myself, there's a good article about it here.
Also, if you are in the US you can sign a petition against it, here.
On a side note, while I'm against them censoring the internet, I also think this could be awesome if they do this. For one, if they start taking down sites like youtube everyone is gonna go crazy, and it'll be hilarious. Two, I think this would be a great opportunity to start up a "new internet"... get rid of all the ISP's, and start setting up small connections within neighborhoods/cities/towns, then the towns can start connecting, then the states, then we launch a satellite and reconnect with the other countries. It'd take a while, but I think it would be a good thing. Not only would everyone get free internet, but while we're still in the process of bulding this "new internet" people will have to rely more on each other, businesses will have to work hard and do good work to get customers instead of just paying for ads on google, and I think it will make this country a better place to live.
Well enough of my rambling, what are your thoughts on this?
Because the hypotenuses of both triangles are not single straight lines. Instead they deviate by a small amount; this actually equates to one square, allowing the block to be paradoxically rearranged.
I read it too, AJ, but it didn't affect me. The number of people that might have seen the results of his tinkering with code would likely have been small. I like the pictures here :)
You said something about "u" and then a bunch of numbers but isn't 263000000000000000000000(just the 3 first numbers are wrong, there are supposed to be 21 zeroes) "u"s 1 gram?
No, I was trying to write an infinity sign, but I fial. 'u' means micro which is one millionth.
sprinkles said:
melloyellow582 said:
So, we can conclude that while somebody cares, they are incredibly insignificant and pathetic in comparison to everything else. In fact, they are getting more insignificant and pathetic every second.
So we can deduce from this statement, that what you say doesn't matter. Or, at least, we can conclude that what you say is so small in value, and getting smaller every second, that it virtually does not matter.
Not really, that's not a logical conclusion. Logic is awesome :)
So, we can conclude that while somebody cares, they are incredibly insignificant and pathetic in comparison to everything else. In fact, they are getting more insignificant and pathetic every second.
So we can deduce from this statement, that what you say doesn't matter. Or, at least, we can conclude that what you say is so small in value, and getting smaller every second, that it virtually does not matter.
I would actually argue that the ratio of out mass to that of the universe is very small, but not actually zero. Besides, the basis of all science is experiment, so I conducted a small one right here.
I asked myself if I existed. Since I was in fact able to ask myself this question, I concluded that I existed.
The United States of America, real name United Shites of an Arsehole, is an international terrorist cell with a bit of money (though some sociologists may classify it as a wildlife reserve). After being discovered by Sarah Palin toward the end of the 2008 election, it quickly acquired a constitution written by bullied school children, and America dubbed itself soccer "mom" capital of the country. This earned it 3.141592 culture points on Civilization IV.
It was originally supposed to be a collection of semi-autonomous entities known as "Shites" but these were later publicly renamed as states to keep the small minority of shit happy under the interests of profanity bias.. These States allegedly had just as much power as their Government, if not more, back when the United States was a young Republic. America is a failed subsidiary of The Great British Empire, and the British Government is in talks with Russia over selling it to them. It is expected Russia will make a bid of up to - but not exceeding - $20 USD ( Ugandan Socialist Dollars) to buy America within the next decade.
The US has a reputation for turning up late for wars, and they are yet to ever truely win a war. They joined in for the last year of The First World War, even though nobody really understood why, and in the last few years of The Second World War after finally deciding the nazi's were naughty boys. They like to think they actually saved Europe, which is a claim the rest of the world laughs and scoffs at. Indeed they were so late in joining the Vietnam war, that before G.I Joe set foot upon south-east Asian soil, everybody had forgotten what they were fighting for. To be fair it has being making considerable efforts of being on time, whilst largely successful this has been achieved by starting the wars.
In 2001, the United States of America declared war on the USA under charge of having oil. This was later discovered to be merely vast quantities of cooking oil, for civilian use.
Americans (Species) are generally, very unfunny and talk in a monotonous, "my tongue is obese, therefore inactive" style - but they never shut up. This is because americans have extra strong jaw muscles, which they need to eat McDonalds, Oreos and blades of straw. They are renowned for their poor sense of humour, which almost always relies on something which "just happened" with the word "retard" added to the end. Luckily for this article, education in America is poor - and a vast majority of the country's population is either illiterate, confused or blond and will find the article so offensive, they dont notice the more subtle, scathing put downs and will instead resort to bashing the keyboard with their intrinsically chubby fingers. (see talk page)
One prominent symbol of the American Nation is the golden arches of which each arch represents a century The USA has existed. Such a vast historical and cultural merit, spanning a massive 2 centuries - has been personified to edible form in the shape of the Big Mac. Basically, however you chew it, you are eating shit it ends up shit anyway.
Hm... Trying to Run with Valve Hammer freezes the editor at LeafThread, weird. Oh and the Halflife.WAD's still there...
Checking for Problems shows no errors. I suppose it's from Valve Hammer, not the map?
Map information if need be, small map, but I like it:
I really dont know why it says 2007, maybe that is the memory card messing up but I really don't know. And you know I would never cheat on you guys, but its kind of funny that you found me up there too. Small world
How can I make small brush, like a small button? When I trying to make smallest brush as I can, I get a brush with 4 buttons in it, so I need to make it 4 times smaller!!!
Hanafuda (“flower cards”) is a card game that evolved from Western playing cards back when the Japanese wanted to play poker, but the white-man’s culture was permabanned from Japan because Caucasians were to damn tall.
Unlike Western-style cards, the Hanafuda cards contain no numbers. Instead, the 48 cards in the deck use pictures of flowers and plants. The deck is organized in 12 suits, one for each month of the year, and the types of plants represent the months in which they bloom in Japan. Just like western cards, they can be used to play several different games.
Also, you should know that back in 1889, a small company was formed in Kyoto for the specific purpose of producing Hanafuda cards. The company was called Nintendo Koppai.
A century later, it had evolved into a titan in the video game industry: Nintendo.
Now you know.
Make a multisource that targets the door and make the buttons target that multisource. Then set the Delay before reset to a small number on the buttons.
Yeah, but having no lights in your map is not a problem, it just makes your map dark.
I've seen some strange things happen when people don't put lights in map. A map needs at least one light, if you want it dark just insert one light and set its brightness to 1. (Or place it in a small room that is seperated from the rest of your map )
And like DR says, just because it worked before doesn't mean it will work this time, there's a reason why they put in the warning about 8 wad-files.
I'm not sure the cbr engine would be the best choice for this project (small low-mid range power, low torque.) I would say the same for the cbr929 engine but that does have 50 extra hp to work with.
A problem you need to consider is that bike engines are made of aluminum and your frame will probably be steel; you can't weld it so you would have to build a mount for it or something.
Your probably much better off using a chain from the engine that's just going to the rear axle than using the double drive train idea.
Put it before you ever intend to use them. It's like... the preprocessor basically substitutes whatever happens after
Screw it, example time:
#define 1 2
Means that wherever the preprocessor sees '1' in the source it replaces it with '2'. So, #defines should go at the top of the source. The #ifdef and #ifndef are like small if-else constructs but again are only followed by the preprocessor. It's like asking "what platform am I on?" One final thing to note is that #include is just the same - it is only used by the preprocessor. All it does is dump the entire contents of the header file you specify at the top of your file (at least it does in C, but what does #include <cstdlib> mean in that sense? Is it still a header? Jer, help me!)
Ok, so it'll work if I put it up where I put my "#include"s.
Also, another question... in the part I quoted from superjer, its cin.ignore(1000) , whats the 1000 do? I've just been doing cin.ignore() and it works fine.
Put it before you ever intend to use them. It's like... the preprocessor basically substitutes whatever happens after
Screw it, example time:
#define 1 2
Means that wherever the preprocessor sees '1' in the source it replaces it with '2'. So, #defines should go at the top of the source. The #ifdef and #ifndef are like small if-else constructs but again are only followed by the preprocessor. It's like asking "what platform am I on?" One final thing to note is that #include is just the same - it is only used by the preprocessor. All it does is dump the entire contents of the header file you specify at the top of your file (at least it does in C, but what does #include <cstdlib> mean in that sense? Is it still a header? Jer, help me!)
Not only does it have try {} catch {}, it almost FORCES you to use them, all the damn time. For instance:
Java code
class Main { public static void main(String args[]) { BufferedReader input = new BufferedReader(new InputStreamReader(System.in)); input.readLine(); input.close(); System.exit(); } }
Will not compile. You either have to declare that the method 'main' throws an exception, like:
Java code
class Main { public static void main(String args[]) throws IOException { BufferedReader input = new BufferedReader(new InputStreamReader(System.in)); input.readLine(); input.close(); System.exit(); } }
or wrap it in a try {} catch {}. Bloody annoying so it is; sometimes you just want a quick 'n' dirty input.
Admission: sometimes, if a method or code block is small, I will occasionally stick everything on one line, like
Java code
class ObjectWithStringRepresentation { ... toString() { return thisClassAsAString; } }
Hey folkers,
I'd like to revamp our website and I'd like to include a few of these super hip things that are totally trendy nowadays.
I'll just explain by an example what I want to do. My problem is I don't know what I should google for to get those, so...
Check out this site: http://www.whoismgmt.com A million other sites have these things, I just picked this 'cause it was the most recent that came to my mind that had tha hip shizz.
For example, I want a box that is "above" the site to pop up when I click a certain button. Like when you click the little arrow near "select country" on the very left or on the very right. Also when you touch the "STUFF" link in the small top menu, the dropdown box that pops up.
And finally the links that pop up when you touch the ">Stuff" link in the big menu on the left.
It would be totally rad and enough if someone could tell me a link to a site that explains it or just how those things are called so I can look them up on the interwebs. But I really don't know what they're called.
i never followed the subject cause im not that much as you think i am as all ways... you think... >.>
... my state is considering having non-profit Sellers at least 160~ in the state and if they live 50 miles more they can grow there own
sense i live 15 miles from a small town and 87 miles from a big city, we can grow our own (cause the law suggests 50+ miles from a seller place blah)...
im not particular exited about that cause now kids at school with think its uncool NOT to smoke, wiliest i encourage "not drugs, hugs"
It's $2,500 and otherwise not that hard, since there's a ton of registrars out there. It is hard to make any money as a registrar, though, unless you're GoDaddy.
Ouch, thats kinda expensive I was thinking about setting up a small business and doing this, but it would probably take me half a year+ to break even. Plus, I don't have $250 to blow, much less $2500.
Thanks for the link though, its interesting to read all that stuff and find out how it all works.
If you want to try C#, XNA Game Studio comes with code for a small example platformer game you can mess around with. (Although it is a bit cluster-fucky in places, which is odd for an example.)
Honestly though, I don't think C# is the easiest language to start with. C++ would be about the hardest. I don't think Basic is a bad choice for beginners. It's designed for beginners which is why some people say it's not "real".
My recommendation: get some books on learning to program in whatever language. I rarely see people get anywhere without programming books. I've been programming for ~20 years and my biggest regret is not reading more at the beginning. I could have learned a lot more a lot faster.
I had a dream this morning! And I'm pretty sure the Nyquil had burned off by the time I had it, so there's no excuses!
I dreamed that I was part of some military operation that inevitably involved six or seven people sharing a shitty hotel room and dressed identically in white t-shirts and jeans, but that's really not the point. Nor is there a point in the fact that I was also, simultaneously, on Student Council at 11 am (there were multiple sessions of student council) in which we did nothing more but solve abstract math problems involving probability and Cartesian coordinates that couldn't possibly have any solution but to all guess right. Nor is there a point in the fact that one of my friends was also on student council and was constantly hugging me in an effort to squeeze my soul to the surface (BECAUSE IT DID NOT WORK)
The point is that to get to this hotel room, I had to go to Houston. So here are the things that I can tell you about Houston from my dream, which must be verifiable true because I see no reason why my subconscious would lie to me.
* There is a monorail type mass transit system running around the perimeter of the city, and failing to go into the city, it doesn't often get you to where you need to go.
* Away from the downtown area, there is a giant stadium easily about thirty stories tall that rises out from the surrounding landscape, and inside it, every single fast food franchise ever is crammed in and actively competing with each other for space and attention. Even though it's a stadium, there are no games, aside from the fast food people fighting over customers. People just go there to eat.
* The downtown area is really small, but the builders have gotten around that by constructing facades that resemble real buildings from a certain angle and appear to have depth, albeit like ten feet of depth, and only when you look at them straight-on.
* For whatever reason, they also opted to have similarly constructed flame decals erupting out of the earth. This, I presume, is to scare away predators.
* If that doesn't scare away predators, the fact that roughly five blocks squared of the city, up to the monorail level (which was higher than a normal monorail mind you), was stacked with giant rockets, stinger missiles, and other forms of ballistic warfare that were doing in particular aside from just chilling there and shedding off moonlight.
Conclusion? Houston has no idea what it's doing, but it's kind of cool anyway.
I've had my GF for 2 years now (practically lives with me) - small white, petite thang, cooks for me, always been good to me.
I go away on holiday for a week, come back and something just doesn't seem right. I asked my Father if he had seen anything happen with my GF and he acts clueless.
So fast forward to 3 weeks later... I'm coming home from work when BAM clear as day, right in my Kitchen I catch my Father red handed with his meat in my GF.
I was pissed, told him to get his meat out of GF and GTFO, needless to say my GF got turned off. I just couldn't get over it and that night kicked my GF to the curb.
Now it's been 2 weeks since the incident and that I've been without my GF and about 10 minutes ago my Father had the audacity to ask my how my GF has been, when he's the damn reason we ain't together no more.
Should I get off the computer and start swinging at him?
OR
Pack my stuff and be on my way.
Here's pics of my GF for you guys as I know you'll ask.
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
I m getting this error when the map size is too much
Probably not. And when I say high-security, I mean, banking programs, large programs, that sort of thing. Making a one-time md5 hash of a file to check you've downloaded the right one is not exactly what I meant. The algorithm is good enough that a small change to the file produces a different md5. In fact, probably any change is enough. If an attacker knew the md5 to create he could create a file with those characteristics but it would likely have many other noticeable differences to the original.
Well, I'd be impressed, let's say that. I'd have a separate executable or library that contains your scanning function, takes one file, scans it. Then either call this library or executable when you want to scan for viruses. But you realise, this is not small fish, right? The UI... use whatever you like. I guess the default Microsoft widgets would be best. Also, I am not sure that your post made a lot of sense. Check your parentheses.
I made a busstop with the intention to make it climbable by jumping high enough to reach the small func_ladder edge but I don't want it make the climbing sound because I think it doesn't fit with this setup. Does anybody know if it's possible to disable or mute this sound?
Here's a screenshot to get the idea if needed (the climbing part being selected): http://94.100.116.108/837000001-837050000/837014901-837015000/837014984_5_kiK3.jpeg
New house, new laptop, no internet. Yea that pretty much says it.
The house is small 1 story. The laptop is decent, Dell Windows 7 Intel Pentium duo 2.10 ghz 3 gigs ram sucky graphics card though. Get internet after the holidays. Then I can get back to that calculator program and I can give a listen to Kayos's audio (I can't right now because I am at borders and the internet is slow on top of that mcafee is downloading updates and lojack wants to register and I am download visual studio 2010 beta 2....). But nonetheless I am back [after new years].
But I want it to resize itself to fit peoples screensize O.O
If I just make it so it fits my screen, then it will be too small on a lot of other peoples screens, and too big on other peoples screens.
Ok, like... the image I have on there, is bigger than my screen. I want it to fit inside my screen so I can see the whole thing. But, I have a small screen, so if I just resize it to fit on my screen good, it will be small on a lot of other peoples screen. So I'm lookin for a script that basically will size the image down to whatever the size of the persons browser space is.
She's pointing because she's challenging some poor sap (me) to lose at tennis against her. And Havokk is right, I'd love her just the same even if she didn't play tennis. And her penis is really very small. Almost unnoticeable.
Oh, and normal tennis poses wouldn't do for her. I'd describe her as being "supernaturally" good at tennis. The picture I'm working on right now is of her doing a cartwheel flip through the air and hitting a tennis ball while upside-down. She's such a show-off!
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Hi
Stranger: QUICK, TALK DIRTY TO ME BEFORE MY ERECTION FALLS
You: Ah, yeah
You: I like that!
You: HARDER!
You: PLEASE!
You: AH!
You: YEAH!
You: YOUR AMAZING!
You: AH!
You: AH, AH, AH!
Stranger: ITS ALIVE!
You: Spraying all over the screen
Stranger: KEEP DOINT THAT!
You: ...
You: Rapist
You: sexual rapisty
You: anal
You: green goo
You: gay guys
You: blood
Stranger: vroom vrooom
You: That turned you on?
You: O.O
Stranger: D: its dying
You: Ah
You: Yeah
You: Your amazing...
You: Lemme taste that
You: *licking sounds*
Stranger: :D ITS BACK FROM THE FUTURE!
You: Lol
You: This is the strangest thing ever
You: And it's working on me too xd
You: Ah
You: Yeah
You: yummy
You: Who's daddy?
You: Yeah
You: Lick those
You: Your my little friend aren't you?
You: Your so gooooooood
You: I turned on it
You: BWAHAWHAWHAW
Stranger: my erection just ran away
Stranger: thanks a lot...
You: No problems!
Stranger: how the fuck am i gonna catch it >.>
Stranger: its so small Stranger: ....i mean HUGE
Stranger: HUUUGE
You: lick it up
You: ...
You: ..
You: .
You:
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
I'm sorry, but i still get the models as some little pink dots in the map.
I have no way to know how tall they will be, or if they will be touching anything around because of the small size of the dot.
This is how i see it:
http://img704.imageshack.us/img704/5595/utennavn.png
Is there anyway so that I could see the acutall tree on VHE?
Like i can when i use prefabs, and not models ?
If you have version 1.5
But you have to put the exact file path [in the options thing]
like C:\program files\this\here\now\
[you will have to get really close to see it
then you can make it how you want it
but to compile it you have to put it back to the
models/*.mdl
[where * is the name of your model.]
and it will stay in the position you put it in
I'm sorry, but i still get the models as some little pink dots in the map.
I have no way to know how tall they will be, or if they will be touching anything around because of the small size of the dot.
This is how i see it:
http://img704.imageshack.us/img704/5595/utennavn.png
Is there anyway so that I could see the acutall tree on VHE?
Like i can when i use prefabs, and not models ?
Do you have huge rooms? Do you have a teeny tiny texture scale?
Thats exactly the problem your rooms are big and your textures are small.
Change texture or change the texture scale.
You can use the Texture Application tool [the box with different colour sides] to apply your texture then fix the scale [ie make it bigger]. This must be done to each face [side].
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg -nowadtextures attack
Entering attack.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ off ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \valve\condition zero\cstrike\cstrike.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \valve\condition zero\czero\czcs_office.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (305 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \valve\condition zero\valve\halflife.wad
- Contains 3 used textures, 100.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \valve\condition zero\czero\de_korea.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (91 textures in wad)
added 2 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.15 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.33 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp attack.map
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
BSP generation successful, writing portal file 'attack.prt'
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
----- END hlbsp -----
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis attack.map
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file attack.log for the cause.
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad attack.map
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file attack.log for the cause.
----- END hlrad -----
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
Well, I'm putting the musical chairs by my swimming pool room. I mean INSIDE the swimming pool room. But I just want the music where the chairs are like you can here them if your by the chairs. Btw, what's the "Radius" small, medium, and large?
The radius is the area that the music will be heard [in a circle - well technically it would be a sphere]. You will probably want to check the small radius.
Well, I'm putting the musical chairs by my swimming pool room. I mean INSIDE the swimming pool room. But I just want the music where the chairs are like you can here them if your by the chairs. Btw, what's the "Radius" small, medium, and large?
Ah ok, and that basically lets me trigger boths sides of the door at once then? Instead of creating two triggers, one for each side.
No it lets you trigger the door more than once per round.
Oh I see
So anyone know about the lasers?
Or sounds?
For the sounds I don't think you can change it per map, but you can change it for your counter strike. But I'm not good with it.
For the lasers I would look around [that is what ever search engine you use type Counter Strike 1.6 prefabs] and see if anybody has made one that you can use.
Ah, so I could set it up for my whole server then? That'd actually work even better if I could do that I'll look for some tutorials on chaning the sound, as well as look up some prefabbed lasers
@Cloud - Yeah thats what I wanted to do, make it so whenever you touch it you get hurt ;) I was just wondering if I could make it only visible while in smoke.
Actually, I just got an idea...
What if I were to make a spotlight, where the radius is reallllllly small, and have it shine from one wall to the other. You'd be able to see where the lasers are by looking closely at the wall, but I suppose thats only fair as if you take any time studying the wall your sure to get shot in the meantime Then put a small bar going across with the clip texture (or if there is another texture thats opaque, but you can actually move through it, that would be better), and set up a trigger_hurt going to that bar.
Make a sky textured brush so the clip is not exposed to the outside. Also try to make the sky brushes as small as possible. And a big sky box over your map is NOT a good idea.
Make your sky emit light by making a light_environment somewhere in your map. Change sky texture by going to map>map properties>environment map. Put in the sky name there.
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You missed cloudy saying "policy" "memorable" and "spouting" were big words the other day.
That wasn't even me playing it up all that much, but now I'm beginning to question why I started dumbing down the way I communicate in the first place. It's starting to make me feel as though my thoughts are getting dumber as well.
I'd say they ARE overpowered, just not incredibly overpowered. The important thing is that they are really fun and take skill to use. Someone who hasn't figured out how to use any of them yet, or who doesn't even know they exist (as the game never informs you about them) has very little if any chance against someone who does. But it seems appropriate that someone who doesn't know what most of the attacks are should probably lose. Once you've at least played against them and know how to counter or dodge them you don't have to use them to be able to win.
So basically in JO if you're a noob like me, you can't win. See, at least in JA I can win against anyone except the guys who can actually play the game and those are rare.
aaronjer said:
If you set the forceregentimer to a really small number everyone could just leave lightning on all day or heal non-stop... that would be extremely stupid. Essentially you're saying there is no playable way to have force powers turned on and use lightsabers.
Err... yeah, pretty much. As I said, I play on no FP servers.
aaronjer said:
When you duel in JO you can't use any non-lightsaber related force powers and you're invincible to outside interference and kick damage, so it doesn't matter where you fight or what the settings are. Very well balanced.
Cool.
aaronjer said:
I have one very important question Mate. Have you played both extensively?
No, I have not. As a matter of fact the only thing I did on JO was reach a room that led to many other rooms and each of them had a different color sign above the doorway in the first level of SP. Then I had to replace my computer due to serious hardware malfunctions and never got around to installing it again.
aaronjer said:
"Hooray! A new Jedi Knight game! Now with 75% less content!" WHY DOES ANYONE PLAY THAT GAME?!
Meh, the single player was fun while it lasted. On jedi master difficulty of course, the other difficulties are way too easy. But it was way too short, I finished it in about 2-3 days on master diff, plus the vs. Jedi fights are too easy compared to the fights against some other enemies. The only tough non-boss fight against a lightsaber user was the second time you fight a Reborn Master (which is right before you come outside to the valley of korriban or whatever that place with all the sith tombs is) because you can't grip-throw him of a ledge. Then again you can completely skip that fight by simply moving to the next level (which is the outside) but I still fought him to at least make that entire level mildly interesting.
I might install JO on the other computer and try out the MP (and maybe SP as well) when I finally manage to get to it, as for the laptop, if JA didn't work properly, JO probably won't either.
I'd say they ARE overpowered, just not incredibly overpowered. The important thing is that they are really fun and take skill to use. Someone who hasn't figured out how to use any of them yet, or who doesn't even know they exist (as the game never informs you about them) has very little if any chance against someone who does. But it seems appropriate that someone who doesn't know what most of the attacks are should probably lose. Once you've at least played against them and know how to counter or dodge them you don't have to use them to be able to win.
If you set the forceregentimer to a really small number everyone could just leave lightning on all day or heal non-stop... that would be extremely stupid. Essentially you're saying there is no playable way to have force powers turned on and use lightsabers. There is no problem with that in JO.
And Jake... WTF. You kick all the time. Quit being a tard.
When you duel in JO you can't use any non-lightsaber related force powers and you're invincible to outside interference and kick damage, so it doesn't matter where you fight or what the settings are. Very well balanced.
I have one very important question Mate. Have you played both extensively? I have. Without the myriad of special attacks that were in JO (most importantly the kicks, because they are so very much fun) the game feels like you're just waving sticks at each other until one of you falls down. And I know there are "kicks" in JA... they are not the same. They are a joke. The very small set of distinct attacks in JA are underpowered... every light saber move in JA is underpowered. It leaves you with no choice but to turn off force powers and then be bored fighting each other with bland and indistinct attacks... it's like... "Hooray! A new Jedi Knight game! Now with 75% less content!" WHY DOES ANYONE PLAY THAT GAME?!
Now a couple of the force power/special attack combinations... those ARE incredibly overpowered, even if they are extremely difficult to pull off. I don't think there's really any defense against the front kick/pull machine gun kick thing, other than hoping your opponent fucks it up or that someone else interferes. But it works out because both people can do it and hardly anyone ever even tries anyway. It also sucks up all your force power in the process, so you're in trouble afterwards if your opponent didn't die or someone else shows up right away.
Should we really do it again? I mean, it was fun the first time
aaronjer said:
You apparently missed the problem. The issue is that in Jedi Academy every fucking move you make consumes force power. You swing up, force power down 25%. You swing sideways? Force power down 25%. You spend most of your time running away and recharging force power. It's fucking stupid.
That's not really a problem since most servers I play on use the /set g_forceregentime with a very small number so the force power regenerates faster than you can possibly consume it.
aaronjer said:
In Jedi Outcast none of the lightsaber moves use force power. Not even the instant kill jump attack, front kick, side kick and jumping decapitate... overpowered or flamboyant as they are. In JA they TOOK OUT all the cool moves, like the ones I just mentioned. It has less moves, and the crappy ones that are left use huge piles of force power.
So basically the problem with JA is that there are no incredibly overpowered moves?
aaronjer said:
...and no force powers? Then how are you supposed to push noobs off the many precarious catwalks when they jump at the wrong time? That sounds stupid.
No force powers because otherwise the duels become boring grip matches which means jumping around trying to grip your opponent into death. Also on tatooine, which is the most often used map, there are no precarious catwalks.
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Okay, I finally had a dream that contained SuperJer and yet we were not trying to kill each other. SuperJer had both acquired or constructed (I'm not sure) a pair of very special watches. When you tapped the face of the watch with your wrist time would stop for everything but you and anyone else wearing or touching one of these watches. The effect wore off after precisely 433 combined exhalations of anyone not frozen. It could also be cancelled prematurely by tapping the face of a watch again, it could also be immediately restarted after the effect wore off in any case.
SuperJer and I were working on fixing certain anomalies produced by using the watches. Occasionally reality would shift upon freezing time. It was usually very minor, something like the color of a car or someone's hair style would change. The effects were usually centered around the person that activated the effect. Essentially I was out in the world doing stuff that might cause me to want to freeze time, and SuperJer was in a lab somewhere that was designed to be unaffected by any reality shifts. The watches also had a two-way communicator built in, so even if reality was badly altered we could still talk. I would report to SuperJer the alterations, and he would do... something... that changed them back. The changes would be permanent if time was restarted before they were fixed. This was all supposedly being done to perfect the watches so that they would cause no anomalies.
The first place I found myself in the dream (and with all the knowledge I stated in the previous two paragraphs) was in the office of a supermarket run by Marina Sirtis and Patrick Stewart. Guess which show I've been watching recently? An organized crime syndicate of some sort was attempting to collect protection money, and the managers were refusing to pay. I waited until the gangster pulled a handgun on them until I froze time. I replaced the handgun with a stapler and placed the weapon into Mr. Stewart's hand. I then began my search for anomalies. After searching the room and nearly giving up, I looked at my feet and discovered they were inside cowboy boots. This was definitely not right. I contacted SuperJer and had him do... something... and my feet found themselves protected by dress shoes once again. I went downstairs into the public area of the building before unfreezing time, and let the situation upstairs resolve itself.
In one of the aisles I found a young woman moving crates of water bottles off a palette. I decided to freeze time, build a pyramid out of the crates and place her on top of it. After a very short search I discovered the name of the Supermarket had changed from "Howard's" to "Closely Suggest". After SuperJer fixed the problem I headed outside and unfroze time.
Several people noticed my sudden appearance, but they all went on their ways without needing placation. While outside I saw that someone had apparently broken into my truck and was driving away in it. I froze time and felt very sick for a moment and my vision shifted, but I wanted to deal with the crook first before figuring out what was wrong. I dragged him out of the truck, slashed his Achilles tendons, stuffed him into a grocery cart and placed him at the top of a hill where he would most likely proceed to roll to critical injury or death. My search for anomalies ended when I once again looked at myself and discovered I was now a woman. I communicated my grievances to SuperJer who responded with a feminine voice that he was having the same problem and had already begun working on it. I waited for several minutes and nothing changed. SuperJer said it was much harder to fix because he could no longer type correctly with different fingers and he couldn't easily reach a great deal of necessary equipment due to his new height. We eventually ended up with less than 50 breaths remaining, and instead of conserving our time and breathing deeply I just yelled, "FIX IT! FIX IT! FIX IT!" over the communicator. SuperJer informed me that there was not enough time to fix the problem with his useless girl extremities. He instead had to use some kind of emergency reset switch, the ramifications of which we knew nothing about as it was untested.
I suddenly found myself on a road just outside of a medieval fantasy city. There were peasants and such moving their goods in and out of a large gate, and a short elven woman in plate mail eying me suspiciously. All of this wasn't nearly fascinating enough to keep me from immediately checking my gender. I was safely back with my testosterone and I communicated my joy to SuperJer. His entire lab had apparently come into this new realm with us, and he was working of fixing the problem. SoopyJams nervously reported to me that there was some kind of electrical build-up around the lab and that he believed it would result in a massive explosion. It would cause no damage to the lab, but everything for a couple miles would be disintegrated. After a short discussion it became obvious that the lab had haphazardly stuffed itself into a building in the city on arrival.
There was a blinding flash, bright enough to disorient me completely for a few seconds. I heard SuperJer yelling something over the communicator. After I collected my senses I saw that the explosion had occured, or was still occuring, and that SuperJer had frozen time to prevent it from atomizing me. A visible wall of distortion was only a few feet away from my position and everything behind it was in various states of turning to dust. SuperJer put himself into a temporary coma to slow his breathing as much as possible, so I had somewhere around 300 breaths to make it out of range of the catastrophe. I very impulsively decided to pick up the suspicious elf and take her with me. She was not heavy even in armor, as nothing was heavy when time was frozen. I made my way as hastily as I dared, I needed to conserve my breath but I didn't even know how far I had to go to be out of range of the disintegration. I eventually found myself at a crossroads, and I had to be down to only a few breaths remaining. Ahead of me the path quickly fell into disrepair, to my right it headed up into some mountains and to the left it turned into a bridge that appeared to cross over a gap in the earth that extended for well over a mile. A battle between a group of men-at-arms and wolf-riding goblins had been frozen only a few feet away from the bridge. I assumed "goblins bad" and impaled them all on their own weapons while time was frozen.
Time unfroze itself due to breaths exhaled, and everyone was almost immediately knocked flat by a shock wave. The disintegration sphere had stopped a few hundred feet away, and left a perfectly flat gray desert where the city and it's surroundings had been. The men-at-arms were busy with their sudden victory, and the elven woman was eying me much more suspiciously now. She was also on top of me, as I had forgotten to put her down before time unfroze and she had gained a lot of weight in the last few seconds. Another group of wolf-riding goblins attacked and after something I don't particularly remember very well happened the elf and I found ourselves trying to outrun a massive brushfire. With flame licking our heels we leapt into a small lake, and with a great deal of effort on my part, got us both to a flat-topped boulder protruding from the water. I say it was on my part as the woman clearly didn't know how to swim, and couldn't anyway as she was still wearing plate mail. On top of the boulder we inexplicably began to take a shot at procreation. Before we could finish, SuperJer announced that he had fixed the problem and that everything would be back to normal in a few seconds.
I didn't have time to protest. I found myself a saddle without a straddler in an elevator full of people. I was, however, behind them... and I had time to pull my pants up before anyone noticed. The elevator opened and SuperJer was waiting for me. We were heading to our friend MikeJer's apartment to let him know we had fixed our recent watch anomalies. Apparently he was in on the project as well? He opened the door and we saw that he was very cross with us. He was also conspicuously female. SuperJer and I yelled, "Oh no!" and then I woke up.
I dreamed that I was sailing near a glacier with some people I know from school (but do not necessarily like!). We came to the shore and found a massive rock avalanche, large jagged boulders sweeping down the mountain-side. Buried underneath it was a Russian village, with the stereotypical design of traditional Russian architecture. The buildings were somehow still standing and undamaged even though rock was piled all around them. The thought never occurred to us that there might have been survivors.
Scaling the rocks, I found a statue of that one Hindu goddess with the hundred hands (I don't remember which she is). I didn't think much of it at the time and continued upwards. While the shore level was faintly cold and overlooking snowcapped mountains, as I got higher the climate became increasingly temperate, and eventually near tropical, though comfortable and not stifling. I and the others (there were others, but they never did anything so I'm not going to mention them anymore) finally reached a plateau where we looked outward at the bay. It seemed a little brighter now, but the weather there overall seemed about the same as ever.
I continued onward along a path, and the surrounding foliage quickly turned into a rainforest, not overgrown, but spongy soil and surrounded by mosses and trees, both standing and fallen. There were others following the path too, several before and after me, and a series of switchbacks, north and south, as we continued to head upward. finally the northward path opened up into a granite path that had been eroded through the cliffside.
I followed it around and came to a small encampment, with a fence made of bamboo and several water collecting contraptions made of the same. The camp was operated by a troupe of what appeared to be Buddhist nuns, with shaven heads and dressed in maroon robes. The leader, a caucasian girl with glasses came out to greet me. She was not surprised to see me, but not entirely unwelcoming either, rather, she seemed strained, as though her responsibilities were recently becoming too much for her. She offered me tea and we sat by a small pool and talked at length. I remember nothing of our conversation.
I don't know, it might've been Shambala or something.
You know what? I've had two dreams recently that heavily involved Peach, Daisy and Rosalina from Super Mario Bros. games.
In the first one I was attempting to escape the police after pulling a job for the Russian mafia. I had a few minutes to find a getaway vehicle. I ran up the street while quickly redressing myself and throwing my old clothes in a dumpster to help avoid capture, when I saw a Japanese sedan, probably an Acura.
Inside Peach was driving, and Daisy, Rosalina and some extra princess that followed their theme were in the back seat. Peach appeared to be having some trouble driving due to her cumbersome clothing, so I offered to drive for them. She moved into the passenger seat and I took her place. I feel it is necessary to point out that this car had a bench seat, even though Japanese cars always have bucket seats. I took off well above the speed limit straight up an on ramp and onto a somewhat busy freeway. The Police hadn't caught up to me yet, but a rival crime syndicate was chasing after us in their black town cars. I fired a handgun at them out the window sporadically. During all of this, I had complained about the high temperature inside the vehicle.. even though the windows were down, it was fall, and we were driving very fast. I immediately gave up on working the AC controls myself and left it to Peach. There was a large panel covered in levers, switches, dials and sliders that was used to operate the AC system and I just couldn't figure it out.
This never really amounted to anything, but it should be mentioned that all of the princesses were very excited and yelping with joy while sticking themselves out the windows and sun roof and waving their arms around.
In the second dream, maybe a week later, I had just happened to book a room in a hotel right next to a room occupied by the three princesses. The extra princess amalgam was no longer around. My room was large and luxurious. There were two queen size beds, a small bar and kitchen, and many things not found in a standard hotel room. The belongings of an unidentified woman were on top of one of the beds, I never encountered her in the dream. Strangely, a balcony connected my room with the princess' room. On a couple otherwise uneventful outings to the hotel lobby for nutrition, I bumped into the princesses, who commented on how much fun our crazy car chase had been.
With little warning, martial law came down upon the city. I do not know what instigated it, but all foreigners such as myself and the princesses were locked into our hotel rooms or otherwise detained. While I was making Ovaltine in my room, Peach came from the balcony with an escape plan. There was an obsolete ventilation shaft with a grate for access just behind the wall in their room. Upon crossing the balcony I witnessed the city in a state of destruction. pillars of smoke rose from behind building,s gunfire and screaming could be heard periodically, and a burning jet even crashed into the city. Upon entering their room I specifically noticed the MASSIVE amount of luggage they all had. That's royalty for you, I guess. I have no idea how they found it, but they had already torn away the plaster so that the duct could be accessed. It was nearly vertical and difficult to climb down without slipping. I was the first one to enter, Daisy was directly above me and Rosalina was at the top.
Apparently Rosalina slipped, because some kind of fumble caused all four of us to slide down the duct uncontrollably. The duct opened up into the side of an elevator shaft, at least twenty floors off the ground. The elevators were not nearby, apparently all above us. There was nothing in the shaft to hold onto, so I grabbed onto Daisy's legs. As I expected, all three of the princess' skirts opened up like parachutes. Daisy was dismayed by the discomfort I was causing her, and told me that I had better not look up. I responded that there was nothing interesting to see up there, and she kicked me in the head. This caused me to wake up. I still have a headache.
Sorry if this is a n00b quesion but
this ones got my balls in an iron grip.
im trying to make a small room (like an arena) where the ground
is a big circle (imperfect) with walls and a ceiling.
I have made the ground but not the walls.
Actually, this one is a little hazy as it happened yesterday morning and I didn't write it down immediately. Sucks for us all.
My dream was that I was in a small town, with its own university, that via some unidentified voodoo was being possessed by the old NES Super Mario Bros. game. How I came to this conclusion is difficult to say as almost nothing I saw had any identifiable connection to the legendary world of the Italian plumber. I did not see a single koopa or goomba the entire time, nor anything of that ilk. What I do remember is realizing the change as it came upon the town. I was walking along the road on top of a hill when I felt a blast of air in a wave, hitting me in the back. I turned around to see where it had came from, if anything, and saw nothing, but when I turned again, I saw that all the houses in the row had been replaced by black and white battlements carved out of marble, roughly the same size as one would expect the miniature castles at the end of each ordinary world to be, except aside from two stories, they were entirely of a different architecture. A repeating motif were flanges jutting out in waves from the roof, similar to what one would find on the tip of a venus flytrap, though much thicker. They would radiate outward from the columns as well, and in each garden there would usually be a pedestal, with one of these resting on top similar to a lily pad, and each flanged pad would contain a stone orb, roughly the size of a soccer ball if not slightly bigger. The houses would alternate, white and black all down the row, to the end of the hill, which curved around before setting into a marsh near the bay. No light or signs of life emitted from any of these houses, though there was obviously something unearthly about them, and faintly cold. Ivies would sometimes crawl and drape around the porticoes, but the houses themselves showed signs of neither use nor disuse, they merely were.
I passed a few of these, perhaps three or four, before I walked into one of them. In front of me was a dark staircase ascending, again, neither used nor disused, but merely there. I turned to my left into a small parlor with a grand piano, that opened up into a dining room at the far end. A dim chandelier hung idly from the ceiling. Near the piano, there was a table with a small clay dish that held a glowing orb. I touched this orb and a cloud of mist released, and as it spread around the room of its own mind, the world slowly dispersed and I was in reality again.
I decided to informer my employers about this, seeing as how I was some sort of amateur paranormalist or some such thing. My employers, in this case, were actually my real employers, the editor-in-chief for the magazine I work for and the editor of another magazine whom I also know. I met them in an abandoned building that resembled an office in design and a parking garage in aesthetics, for there was no electricity or windows, all was concrete, and the stains of water dripped down the sides. I spoke with them and they seemed intrigued by my findings, not surprised, but as though something added up in a certain way that had not yet been revealed to me. They encouraged me to continue my investigation. I looked out across the courtyard and saw a girl with long blond hair, dressed in blue, roughly twenty, not especially pretty but not unattractive either, smile at me and then enter a small shack that served no purpose I could tell. I was led away by the editor of the other magazine (quite the genial fellow, not the best listener) and we exited the building and crossed to the shack on the other side of the yard. He opened the door and allowed me to pass through, smiling and reminding me it was haunted, legends from some twenty years ago.
Inside, it was larger than it seemed. To my right was a stone staircase ascending upward into the darkness, improbable, as the shack was connected to nothing on that side. A young man in a khaki jacket and a backwards hat, with backpack, shoulder length greasy black hair and the stubble of a beard, nodded to me nervously, and then disappeared up the stairs. I looked ahead and saw another flight of stairs leading downward. As I reached the bottom, a stone panel slid shut behind me and ahead of me, as though revealing a grand prize in a game show, another panel slid open to a lighted room. I immediately realized that I had been transported twenty years into the past and was now stuck there.
The room was a small library with wooden cabinetry, dense, but by no means overwhelming or foreboding in its collection, for indeed the room was of a very ordinary size. At the wooden desk, there was a secretary, a woman of about twenty (much more attractive) with purple hair cut into a sort of asymmetrical bob, tanned and with light green eyes, she looked up at me from her task and then resumed writing. I continued inward and found another woman, middle aged, with dark eyes, glasses, and dirty blond hair shuffling through papers. As she did so, without a moments loss of concentration, gathered a large portion of her hair with her left hand and then produced a pair of scissors with her right and cut the handful off and then flipped another page. I peered around the corner into an adjoining room. and saw other people, a bald man in a white dress shirt, scanning books on a shelf. Behind him was another table, where people were studying documents, but behind the table, instead of a wall, there was a chainlink fence. The room was very bright, lit by an unseen source, but beyond the fence, darkness and darkness only.
I turned around to face the left side of the main room, which I had left unexamined on entering, and saw another stone panel slide away. The blond girl whom I had seen earlier leaned out, smiling secretly and holding a finger to pursed lips making a "sshhh" noise. She waved me through and I followed her out into daylight, and we got into a car (which I don't remember in the slightest. We drove out on a road, through lush green scenery, which did not obstruct the light in any way. On the sides of the road were clay slopes, not hills quite but more like oversized speed bumps which wound along the path with the road. Eventually, the road opened up to a park at the beach, with many picnickers in white, sandy volleyball courts, and kite flying beyond the trees. She led me to a drainage hole, looked down on it, smiled, and then looked up at me. There was a metal grate covering what appeared to have been a hole of some sorts, but it and all sides around it were filled with wet sand and dirt. I found a stick of gray driftwood, about the size of a walking cane, and struck the dirt between the grating, and the silt drained away like some grand plug had been pulled underneath it and now it could seep freely like water. I suspected in reality it was a warp pipe.
Then I heard my suitemates talking in the lounge and I woke up.
In the second dream, the storm clouds were present throughout. I drove home from school, shared a meal with my family, and more things I don't remember. I do, however, remember that when I was getting ready to drive back, I found an older man with a beard selling baby chickens (my mom wants a few in real life).
They were in a small cage under a sheet, and they were rather large for baby chickens (about six inches high). They were mostly yellowish-white and white and black looked like it was bloched on them, but there were other colors as well. I stopped to look at them and called my mom to tell her that I was going to bring home some baby chickens. She got angry and we fought for a while. During this part of the dream, the wind was blowing pretty hard as the storm prepared to start.
I drove home in the rain, only for her to show me that she had three white chicks in the garage already. She told me that all the colored ones were claimed, so she was on a wait list for three colored chicks.
Now the storm outside sounded like a full-blown hurricane, which I do think it was supposed to be. I also think at some point there was a tornado, but that just might have been my thoughts nearly inserting one since I'm terrified of them. like in alice in wonderland (how ever the hell she got there) and the wizerd of oz, flying houses. i walked out and fell down on the concrete step and i looked up and a wire fence... or somthing that looked like a fence came down and then i woke up with the feeling of falling then i relised it was 4mins till my alarm rings and i just layed there
I like hot wax. But really I think the point "there shouldn't have to be two copies of processes" is a bit of a silly one. Some need two for good design reasons as I outlined in the other truck. And feel for me, I'm on x64 Vista! I've managed to get it to 54 with a small amount of tweaking, but that was mostly uninstalling all the crap it came with.
EDIT: 54 running processes that is. Including task manager and FireFox at the moment.
I feel like the small one is just shaped wrong somehow, but I can't pinpoint how. The whitish outline is because this is just a sketch and I didn't bother to feather the fill enough. I only spent like 15 minutes total on that picture... it was just to see if I could find why the pixel version looked wrong. I can make it look correct when I sketch it in a freehand flash doodling environment but when I try to draw the same thing in mspaint it comes out wrong. I just don't get it.
You can just put them inside eachother, but why do you need 400 nades? That have to be a hudge map, if its a small map you dont need more then 40 nades to kill everyone like many of the other nade maps
I am making a hockey CS 1.6 map, and I need to make the face-off dots/circles flat, so that people don't randomly stop on the edges of the dots. I made the dots as small as I could with the smallest grid size, and I still get stuck on the circles sometimes. It's annoying and it really doesn't look good. I also tried using carve to carve the dots into the ice. But apparently, carving the dots into a brush that has already been carved causes an error/glitch. Is there any way I could make them flat without getting the 'coplanar plane' error?
Which tutorial's that? Uh, I started at C++ then looked at C because many things are similar. By that stage I knew what a lot of things did so I was able to look up very specific bits of C if I didn't know how to do something.
It was something I found googling.
Down Rodeo said:
I found a C tutorial that tells you to type void main() which is retarded in SO MANY WAYS argh and that's the number one search result on Google, don't use that one.
So what exactly is the difference? Between void main() and int main()?
Down Rodeo said:
It might be instructive to think about the things you want to do then try to find small pages on those. Like, "how do I do pointers?" Or you could ask me for a botched job that is more personalised, it's up to you :p
Yeah, unfortunatelly I don't know enough about programming to even know what I need for a certain thing.
For example if I want to printf an integer variable's value then a plus sign ("+") and then another integer variable's value that were previously read by scanf, I have no idea what to use. I just know from that tutorial that it has something to do with %d and &variable_name.
So I'm not even sure what to google.
What I would really need is a good C tutorial for a complete beginner. Though my dad did say he has some book about C, it may prove to be useful. If he can find it.
Which tutorial's that? Uh, I started at C++ then looked at C because many things are similar. By that stage I knew what a lot of things did so I was able to look up very specific bits of C if I didn't know how to do something.
I found a C tutorial that tells you to type void main() which is retarded in SO MANY WAYS argh and that's the number one search result on Google, don't use that one. It might be instructive to think about the things you want to do then try to find small pages on those. Like, "how do I do pointers?" Or you could ask me for a botched job that is more personalised, it's up to you :p
Ok just incase anyone else looks at this, i want it to be reolved.
Someone on the other forum (the one killer-duck told me to go to) pointed out this line:
Brush 9468: num_entities == MAX_MAP_ENTITIES
so i have to many entites, 5000 TO MANY. I learned that when you decompile maps it makes larger brushes into a bunch of small ones. So now i have to go find all these brushes from 4096 up to 9468. Got lots of work. Thanks killer for telling me were to go to get a proper reponce.
There is little better in this life than a good sleep. Yes, those are the two main ways of doing it. You are spot on with both. Obviously the latter solution is better as it involves fewer if-checks and modulus operations. It only has about 500 ifs, compared to 6000 for the for loop version. I think, I'm just guessing here. I assume you know that all for loops can be written as whiles?
Wait, no, you are being silly with them both. Why store the numbers in the array? Why not just add them, seeing as the sum is all you're looking for? That way you avoid the check. Tell you what, if you want to post your solution I can show you mine afterwards which is about as small as I can make it.
Wait, no, the reason you are checking to see if it has been in before is for the numbers that are multiples of both three and five. As you were.
You guys, I had a completely retarded dream last night that I don't remember the bulk of, except that most of it took place on or near a boat, which is funny because I'll be on a boatmotherfuckers next week.
There are only a couple of things that I remember about the very beginning. I remember being on a dock at night looking at a set of buildings that had glass facades and ramps leading up and down inside (ones that shouldn't have been on a small island), and I rememmber a covered overpass, and some other ramps with pink flowers. I was thinking about juxtaposing the two in a modern art project but instead I drew a big cartoony eye and then showed it to everyone because that's how fucking stupid I was.
The second part of the dream was a bit different. I remember two basic features of it:
1) I was at my dad's house, in my old room, which hasn't been my room for fifteen years, and discovered that a demon had taken up residence there and was being kept as pet. It would routinely turn into horrible shapes, like a giant pit in the center of the bed which would have blood dripping from the sides and ribcages and contorted heads poking out of it, except it wasn't really horrifying because it was only doing this to get attention, at which point we would throw a bunch of puppies and kittens at it and it would become overjoyed. It wouldn't do anything with them, it just sat there making this laughing noise. It's like it didn't realize it was supposed to be scary.
2) There was a friend of mine who was trying to fuck me, except for some reason she was really overweight in the dream and I was kind of put off by that.
ANYWAY.... So, I was on the docks or something and somehow got caught up in some crazy ritual to resurrect the spirit of a dead serial killer because isn't that how it always goes? It's strange because a) it resembled a crucifixion b) there were magnets involved and c) there was no vertical plank, in fact, it was just a horizontal metal pipe and instead of nails there were millions of tiny needles pinning my arms and blood and such. Well whatever it was did the trick because, enter evil spirit, at which point I told the girl that I'm probably going to have to handle this one alone and she smiled and said okay, going on her merry way.
How we ended up trapping the resurrected ghost is a bit hazy to me, but I remember that we killed it in the pantry of a Mexican restaurant and it splattered into ectoplasm which got over everything. Nevertheless, we celebrated by having tacos. Did I mention that I was with other people? Yes, they were physical manifestations of various years in the careers of major league baseball pitchers. That was terribly significant. So, we celebrated by having tacos covered in malignant ectoplasm while riding around on a boat and I guess I was the only one who really grasped that this was probably a bad idea because I took two bites and then threw the tacos overboard. Immediately afterward, I saw the grim reaper next to me [actually it was Barragan's released form from Bleach but we're kind of splitting hairs there] and he descended into the water. From the water emerged a black guy who sort of looked like Shaft but had crazy eyes and he pulled a knife out of his cloak and attached a list of all the people he killed to the side of the boat using nothing but knife slashes. I pretty much decided to high tail it from there and so I jumped into the water and swam for the other shore, following various sports writers because yes the baseball theme was continuing. I looked back at one point and there was a major league umpire trying to argue with the ghost that his conduct was unsportsmanlike and the ghost slit him from ear to ear. On the other shore, there were a bunch of mascots waiting around listening to the ghost screaming crazy shit and then they all eagerly hit the water and started swimming in that direction. Some might think that they were wanting to stop this nonsense but the belief I held at the time is that they all had a desperate deathwish because most mascots deserve to die anyway.
And that was the dream I had! Less Mexican food before bed, right?
The current banking crisis has caused many rants on my part, arguing that it's all bullshit. It's imaginary. Wealth is not real, it's not tangible. And age is an abstract representation of how many rotations one relatively small rock has gone around a medium-sized star in an unfashionable end of the galaxy while you live. Unless you count your age in seconds. I'll give you that.
A restrictive legislation was passed two days after the incident in question that prohibited the sale of R-PMCA's (re-purposed mass-produced combat anthropomorphs) for commercial or home use. Due to public outcry the legislation was retracted in favor of a regulatory legislation that made standard government controlled remote emergency shut-off switches mandatory in all R-PMCA's and all models weighing more than 85kg. This legislation passed, even though it would require the legal owners of any clones in question to pay for the modifications themselves! It even required communities to pool assets to construct additional wireless relays to make sure the remote shut-off could cover all necessary areas. After one year and a great deal of legal shenanigans the R-PMCA's were eventually removed from the market completely and made illegal for commercial use entirely. Private owners had to have them registered through the PALD (Private Artificial Lifeform Database) organization.
Until late November of '08 everything looked fine, but it turned out the PALD had been repossessing privately owned R-PMCA's that couldn't pass a stability test instead of reporting them to the police. The military was sent in after the PALD refused to cooperate with government inspectors and a small number of reprogrammed R-PMCA's were seized. The PALD had apparently been illegally converting them back into combat models and renting them out to militant groups in the Middle East! Only 6% of the missing R-PMCA's were recovered since June. There is an estimate of at least 1200 of them still at large. This is grave news given that an armored battalion with air support would pose little threat to a squadron of maintained and MCA's...
Just six days ago the government finally outlawed the very existence of R-PMCA's, and they are systematically being tracked down and destroyed by the military as we speak. Ownership of an unregistered R-PMCA can get you as much as 10 years in prison. Unfortunately, Mr. Ribbon's cyborgs do NOT fall under any illegal or restricted category as they are technically still individuals with human rights.
Hi!
I made a fun map, most like just jumping, and it lags very. It can't be because it's big, it's a quarter of the full size of the full grid in VHE. I converted fun_allinone to .map, because i was interested how it's made, etc. I saw that it's the max size in VHE. And no lag. How can it be? And how can I reduce the compile time? I made another map, It's small, it's got 8 lights in it(7 lights, 1 light_enviroment). Ok, I started compile, went eat my dinner, ~15 minutes, and when I came back, Leafthread was at 50%... and it did not move... I waited another 5 minutes, and nothing. I don't have so bad computer, so it can't be because it. I don't want to delete the lights, because i need them, there's some kind of "Forest" in it, and that must be dark!
NEED HELP!!!
Thank you!
Strongkong
Edit: I use Valve Hammer Editor 3.5, expert fgd, zhlt253-17.
I don't remember how exactly I got there, but I was on a vacation overseas. The peculiar thing about it was that everyone spoke English and there were a great deal of tourists in an area that I wouldn't anticipate either. We were in the middle of the desert, bright with salt flats stretching to the horizons where some low, rugged hills circumscribed the field of vision. The facilities were old, ranging from 1970s to around the wild west area (all the more peculiar since this was not the west, but somewhere in the middle east).
One thing they had going for it was mass transportation, which was not only convenient but entirely free. Nevertheless, the mode was a bit unusual. There was a central platform of concrete and plexiglas, with a few freestanding lightposts, but no cover. Still, I never noticed the heat even though all else was heavy with light. At regular intervals, something akin to a catwalk on wheels (a large metal grate) would roll up on the tracks and some people would step on, holding onto the central poles (it was not enclosed) and away they went. Not really thinking about it, I stepped on the first platform I saw and we began to speed through the desert.
Night started to fall and we reached the outskirts of some town, run down, a few power stations and nothing more. The tram slowed to a halt without any shuddering or audible noise, then realigned to another track which shot into the air at roughly a 30% incline. The track did not seem to have any ground supports and I regarded this with some mild wonder. We soon reached a cliff and proceeded in front of a large graveyard, again looking as though it came out of some other century, save for the fact that there were no wooden crosses. In front of each headstone, there was a small grouping of candles in small glass dishes. The hillside was filled with them and the procession went on for some five minutes before we turned. I wonder why a place which would otherwise be valued for such a view of the surrounding desert would be used simply for graves, but we soon turned and continued on up into the town proper.
The tram pulled up and stopped in a supermarket that was poorly lit and seemed to have gone a few decades without improvement or renovation. Save for the fact that it had train running through it, it was otherwise fairly ordinary. I met an old man there who was quite eager to chat, but what we spoke of, I'm no longer able to remember. I think it might have been ice cream. In the cold foods section I kept seeing packages of bacon, and I continually thought to myself how strange it was as this was the middle east, somewhere, and bacon is not an acceptable food there so far as I knew.
I think the phrase "strip mall" is sadly absent from British English, but I know what you mean. I think. No, the reason we were getting shot (with the small, spherical, bullet-sized balls that only appeared large because of the dramatic zoom) was because of the totalitarian state. Why Miss Knowles I will never know.
I had a dream. I went to the next room and wrote myself notes as soon as I could move, which was surprisingly quickly. Here goes...
I can't really remember the beginning of this dream very well. It might have started with me speaking to my girlfriend and her mother but that might have been another dream that got caught up in this other one. Whatever. It ended up that at some point we (myself and members of my family?) were having a meal in a small local restaurant. It seemed pretty cool, there were reasons why we had done this but I can't remember what they are.
After eating we left, wandering to our respective cars. This is when shit gets a little crazy. For some reason I was aware that you really really didn't want to be around after dark. I don't know why. Also at this point it was late-ish but not quite dark; it was instead the sort of grey that Scottish skies can keep up for an entire day. I remember seeing a car with one of my friends in it drive by; this has no further bearing on the story.
Just then a car bumped my parents' car. Obviously we decided to phone the police then and so a car turned up. We talked to him about what had happened then through chatting to him discovered that he was to perform an execution... At this stage, things go blurry, I can remember seeing faces but have little idea why. It might be tied to the whole not going outside thing. The policeman was saying how much he hated it, it was a totalitarian state, it was terrible, but never went through with the executions. He said he would prove it to us. We got into his car and started driving. I tried to say how funny it was, my friend and prior flatmate's biggest fear was a totalitarian state. (Incidentally this is true, he finds V For Vendetta very scary for the future it represents; I think he's paranoid.) I say tried as I couldn't get a word in, this cop (who looked a little like River Cuomo from Weezer, in particular the 'tache) was talking at us, not stopping. We drove towards a sort of shopping... complex? I can't think of the word for this. Lots of shops, edge of town, but not a mall. Anyway he started driving crazily, launching through glass windows, onto more roads. Very cinematic.
This is where my memory starts to annoy me as some things strike me as being important and obvious but I can't remember why. We eventually drove into another building and lo and behold there is one Beyonce Knowles standing there. She looked upset, stamped her foot and threw her expensive ring at us. The policeman looked at us knowingly; the ring helped with the darkness maybe? I seem to remember that. He said, "See?", and we felt cynical and depressed. Then I remember an action shot where time slowed down, four silvery spheres (like spherical bullets) flew through the window in front of us, then at normal speed smacked into the car's occupants, though I didn't see this.
As some kind of denouement I remember seeing a wooden bowl filled with various important-looking reagents, some of which were the metal balls, also small, golden-coloured nuggets and some wiry substance, which burst into flame. The balls melted and as they evaporated they showed a man of Indian descent. The person watching the bowl (not me although I shared his perspective) shouted a name. At this point I woke up, probably because the doorbell was ringing.
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I don't know what to make of that, irritatingly I am aware that there are many pieces missing. Like for instance, that guy at the end? He appears at various points through it. A possible connection is that my girlfriend is in India and I am missing her rather a lot. Depressingly when I saw her in the dream I seem to remember her hating a surprise I have planned for her
Alright, here's one about saving mentally retarded or emotionally damaged mexicans from hell... or something:
I had a dream that Zarathustra (the forams member, aka Alex) and I were in a very bad place... it was akin to a modern city turned into hell. It was not totally unlike the extra bad version of Silent Hill in the Silent Hill movie. Everything was very dark, the sky was a barely illuminated red, and pillars of inky, black smoke rose inexplicably from many places. Huge chasms scarred their way across roads and straight through buildings, they were seemingly bottomless. A few of the chasms had cast iron constructions build along their walls.
I know that Alex and I were not supposed to be in that place. We had only recently arrived, and were somewhere in the multi-floored basement of a partially collapsed skyscraper. Alex had a flashlight, and I had a pump-action shotgun... but only 2 shells. There was no light in the basement at all, so progress was slow. I knew that somewhere in the basement we had left another shotgun and the rest of our ammunition, and we were searching for it. The reason we had left such useful things behind was unclear, but likely it was because of some urgent doom at hand.
Surprisingly, we didn't run into anything dangerous at all before finding Alex's shotgun, and another 2 dozen or so shotgun shells. We did come across a few bodies, however, all of them withe their upper body torn from the lower half, and with bags over their heads. They were wearing little more than rags. Some of the bodies had various kitchen and combat knives on them, we decided to take purchase of them.
We made our way outside, and the 'city' seemed to consist of one main road lined with skyscrapers on either side. In one direction the skyscrapers appeared to continue over the horizon and on the other they stopped after a half mile. Beyond the skyscrapers there was nothing but dim sky. The buildings furthest down the road suddenly crumbled and toppled sideways as if over the edge of the world. A few minutes later the next set of buildings went over, these were close enough to see that the road was falling away with them. Apparently this world was collapsing from one end to the other... it would probably be only an hour before the ground we were standing on would fall into the abyss. This is when several dozen people with bags over their heads emerged from the buildings and alleys along the street. All of them had knives, and a few had crossbows. They looked emaciated and weak, almost as though they were suffering from some wasting disease, but they moved quickly in their lurching manner.
They had been waiting for us, but they were not hostile... which was good because it would have taken all of our ammunition to dispatch them. One of them told us that they were going to try to get further down the street, so as to not die. They told us that they'd have to turn off the city's power to make it any further, because the way was blocked by Angries. He told me we'd know the Angries when we saw them, because they wouldn't be wearing bags over their heads. I guess these people wore the bags just to distinguish themselves from the Angries. At once the army of bag-heads charged down the street, we followed suit (although we didn't lurch). Something had started chasing us, and two of the slowest bagheads had been caught up to, and made muffled and quickly cut off screams. We rounded our way into an alley, where a chasm lay before us. The chasm had iron platforms jutting out of the side, connected by ramps, stairs and ladders. Whatever was chasing us apparently couldn't be fought, because everyone was making a mad dash down the platforms without even looking back. I decided to take the quick route and jumped over the edge of a platform down several floors. I rolled when I landed and almost when straight into the chasm, there were no railings on this floor. I'm unsure where Alex was at this point, but I heard a shotgun fire a few times and a howling noise.
I was on the bottom platform, and it jutted out much further than the rest. There was a row of nearly a hundred large, rusty levers attached to the chasm wall here, I could only assume this is what we were looking for. The levers were not easy to budge, I had to use all of my weight to bring one down. I couldn't see what it had done due to my being in a chasm. The four bagheads with crossbows had made their way down and were aiming up towards higher ramps. The ones with knives were busy pulling down levers and disconnecting plugs I hadn't noticed before. The four bag heads fired at once, and some bluish, hairless four-legged creature about twice the size of a male lion tumbled over the edge into the abyss with a groaning sound. A panel of wall suddenly came crashing down next to me with a loud "Hoo-ah!" sound. Alex emerged from some kind of secret passage and said, "I make my OWN road!". I was all like, "Shut up and pull levers." Six of the blue creatures crashed down from above, shaking the platform violently and causing a crossbow baghead to fall over the edge. Another one calmly walked down the steps with a pair of human legs hanging out of it's mouth. The creatures had the body of a large cat, twice the size of a lion, as I had said. They had no tail, and somewhat human heads. Their mouths were abnormally large and they had no noses or ears. Their eyes were either squinted or closed. The "lion" walking down the stairs crunched the person in it's mouth in half, their legs falling onto the ground, and spit out the upper half. It was now time for a fight.
Most of the bagheads turned to charge the lions with their measly knives, although a few remained to pull levers. Everything happened quickly, one lion took 3 crossbow bolts to the face, but stumbled into and knocked two more crossbow bagheads into the chasm with it. I fired two shells into the body of a lion, which wounded and stunned it, but did not kill it. I retreated to load more ammunition. A pile of bagheads jumped onto the wounded lion and stabbed and slashed at it maniacally. The last crossbow baghead was torn in half by a lion while reloading. Alex had slugs loaded instead of buckshot, and fired one into the forehead of a lunging lion, smashing it's head to pieces. He fired a second shot at a lion that was chasing bagheads, but only grazed it's jaw. It was, however, enough to stun it long enough to let the bagheads leap onto it and slash it to death. The other lions had killed at least a dozen bagheads during this time by crushing or eating them. There was little hope of attacking an unstunned lion with a knife, even en masse. I loaded more buckshot and blew off another lion's front legs with two well placed shots, it rolled down the now slanted platform over the edge, toppling over another baghead and taking him with it. Alex dove under a lunging lion and shot it in the ass, causing it to smash headlong into the row of levers. A surge of electricity went down the row, killing it and all the bagheads who were working on the levers. There was now one lion and about 15 bagheads still alive. Alex and I fired at the lion simultaneously, while the bagheads accurately and effectively threw their knives. It had no chance, and was likely dead before it slid off the platform.
It was getting very difficult to stand on the platform now, which had nearly come loose from the wall during the commotion. All of the levers had been pulled, however, and the bagheads had started running up the stairs. Alex and I were too far away to make it in time, so we quickly dashed into the secret passage. The only light was Alex's flashlight, and we used it to go up a spiraling staircase. At the top we came out right next to the chasm. Only two bagheads came from the iron construction, nearly tripping over themselves in their haste. A final lion came up after them with blood all over it's face. It was a bit larger than the previous lions and was a white flesh color. Alex and I advanced at it firing repeatedly, using all of our ammo. It received only minor injuries from each shot, but it had been pushed back to the edge of the platform. That was when the entire construction creaked slightly, and then came loose. The lion didn't make it. Alex jested, "Next time we do this I'm bringing rockets."
The two bagheads were a man and a woman, both without weapons or injuries. The man was very obviously mentally retarded, with his slow, simple and deliberate speech. The woman was totally silent, and just followed us, she was the only baghead that walked without limping or lurching. The man pointed out a building as we walked down the street and said, "Exit." Alex and I hoped this meant it was the exit from this weird hell city, not that we weren't having fun. The city was still collapsing in our direction, and the regular sound of a building going into the abyss could be heard. I asked the man why the woman wouldn't say anything, and the man said that the woman's voice fell into the abyss with her sister. I suppose that's one way to say she's in shock... I guess. Also, upon asking, I couldn't get either of their names. I started calling the retard 'Kazan' after the movie Cube, but I didn't bother calling the woman anything as talking to her was pointless.
The building was easily the most normal and distinguishable structure in the city I had seen. It was the only building that wasn't a skyscraper, and it was clearly labelled as an elementary school. There was no power here, due to our previous escapade, and we couldn't see anything at all inside. Kazan looked at Alex and said "No light. Angries." Alex's flashlight was not currently on, but it was obvious he meant for him to not turn it on. We followed Kazan through the front door, and down a hallway to the left. It turned to the right at the corner of the building. The hallway before us was a long stretch, windows on the left and doors to classrooms on the right. At the very far end there was a faint light coming from a door to the right. The majority of the hallway, however, was pitch black. Through the window of the first room I could just barely make out the forms of people sitting at desks, they all appeared to be sleeping. One person was near the window and shuffling about, they appeared to take no notice of us in the low light. Kazan whispered "Quiet" and we slowly made our way down the hall. We couldn't see or hear each other anymore at all. I could only assume the four of us were still together. I nearly had a heart attack as there was a loud bang in front of me. Alex had dropped his flashlight, and it had turned on... it loudly rolled along the floor, facing the the right side. We watched in horror and perfect stillness as it rolled right in front of a classroom, illuminating the contents. The classroom was devoid of occupants, it was dusty, but everything was in order. It looked like nobody had entered it in years.
Then a multitude of figures suddenly shot up from right behind the window and slammed themselves against the glass. They looked like regular people, if not dirty, but they were all screaming angrily and staring at us. Kazan was loudly whispering, "Light off, light off!" and looking very desperately at Alex. Alex scrambled for the flashlight, which was still rolling away, but the Angries were already barreling out the door only feet away. I threw one of my two knives at the angry in front, and it stuck right in her forehead. She fell back into the other Angries, slowing them down. I jumped over Alex while he was crawling about, and smashed another Angry over the head with the butt of my shotgun. I pulled the knife out of the forehead of the first angry and was just about to stab the next clawing psychopath in the chest when the light went off. I paused, now surrounded by darkness again, and toppled over with the dead woman as the Angries backed off. Apparently Kazan was wrong, we didn't actually have to be quiet, as the Angries lost interest in us the instant they could no longer see us. I turned back and asked if everyone was still there. Alex and Kazan gave affirmations, but I received no response from the woman. I slowly waved my hand back and forth and walked towards where I thought she might be, and found a woman's hand, which tightly grabbed on to mine. It was slightly disconcerting, but I felt around at head level to find a bag, so as to make sure it wasn't an Angry still milling about. It was definitely the silent woman... also she wouldn't let go of my hand. Upon trying to move forward, the silent woman trembled a bit and then started falling forward. I couldn't tell what was wrong and I knew there was no point in asking... maybe she was scared? Maybe she had been injured and couldn't walk? No idea. Either way, I didn't waste any time lifting her up on to my back, and piggybacked her down the hallway. At least she let go of my hand so I could hold her up properly and she was fairly small, but I had to leave my empty shotgun behind. I also could feel what I presumed was warm blood trickling onto my hand from the woman's thigh. I still couldn't tell if she was scared or injured... I didn't SMELL pee, but it already smelled intensely of death and smoke in this place anyway.
At the end of the hall there was a white light coming from the crack of the door. Alex found a handle and opened it without saying anything... even though it would let the Angries see us again. Kazan made a nervous moan that clearly meant "Hurry", we ran through the door and someone slammed it shut. It was so bright I couldn't see for a moment.
When my vision cleared I saw that we were outside... of a grocery store... in what appeared to be a normal city. I turned around in confusion and saw that there was no door where we had come from, just the wall of the grocery store. Alex said, "That door just totally fucking disappeared when I closed it." and I was all, "Good riddance, that door was like, super gay". Alex, by the way, had apparently been wearing urban camo and sunglasses this entire time, which I couldn't see before since he never flashed the light on himself. I don't know how he could see at all with sunglasses on in that dark place. I had been wearing a suit-jacket over a t-shirt and matching suit pants, which also didn't make sense because that place was fucking hot and I wouldn't have kept the jacket on even beside that because it would restrict mobility. I could now see that the silent woman had a bad gash on her thigh right above where I had been holding her. Yay! She didn't pee on me!
The bagheads finally un-bagged their heads. Kazan was a bald hispanic man in his mid 20's, and had numerous burn marks on his face and hands. He had a very strong and intelligent face that completely belied his mental handicap. Also he had a very fine, bushy mustache. The silent woman was of similar age and race, but was hiding long black hair under the bag. She was pretty if you saw past the dried streaks of blood coming from under a bandage wrapped over her eye, and the bruised gash going up her cheek, and the greasy grime... but her teeth were perfect and pearly white! She didn't seem relieved like the rest of us to be out of that hellish place (or maybe it WAS Hell, I dunno). She was just as silent as before, and if I didn't have to carry her I'm sure she would have just followed us like before.
We were in a small town on an island, with weather similar to that of southern California. Either Alex or I, It never became apparent who, owned a house on the beach. The four of us rested and recuperated there. The silent woman actually had to be set down in the shower. She didn't resist or help in any way when disrobing her, dressing her wounds or anything at all except that she'd eat if you put food in her mouth and go to the bathroom if you put her on a toilet. Kazan, for some reason, compulsively set about to doing yard and house work. He was always wearing denim overalls, a grey long-sleeved shirt, rubber boots and a blank black baseball cap. Alex was now dressed like Bayman from DOA 2, which makes sense, because that's how he actually dresses. We put the silent woman in a sun dress, because it didn't require a lot of awkward fuss when trying to take care of her basic needs. After an incident in which the silent woman had left her hand on a stove while it was turning on, I realized that the four of us had some strange properties. We seemed to have developed a resistance to heat, as her hand was undamaged. Kazan's resistance seemed the most effective, as he could put his hand in a fireplace with no pain or damage and the rest of us couldn't. Eventually Kazan's eyes turned black, and small amounts of flame would emit from his mouth if he coughed or breathed heavily. The rest of us followed suit soon. The changing stopped when we all had solid black eyes and could willfully breathe fire like a dragon. The silent woman had regained more of her ability to take care of herself, but would still follow Alex or I around wherever we went.
I don't remember what happened after this point, but I know I was driving with the silent woman and Alex to go get fast-food when I woke up. I also remember that people on the island were very fearful of us, even though we never showed them any hostility. I think some of them even saw us come out of that door...
Now again im back with new problem!
Err...
Damn i made a map - 6doors
And compiled it and it worked with no errors!
Then i thought to add a custom texture on to the wall not completely, just like a small picture on the wall! [my clan banner] Then i made one texture with help of wally's software!
Everything went good.... Even i cud compile da map!
Until while starting game i got THIS FUCKING SHIT ERROR --- ALLOC BLOCK FULL --- Then i removed the custom texture and it worked! so its sumthin with the texture.... bt i want dat texture i made it with full difficulty so i want it on my map bt when i put it i gt error! err..... the texture is 256x256 dats it and i dont want to paint da wall with it!
i just want to add it as a banner or picture on da wall!
Any suggestions??
Thankyou!
I hav uploaded da pic as well and also da texture i made!
if possible any1 can modyfy the banner and make it proper so as i can put it into my game without any fuking Alloc ErroR!
Thankyou..
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Some small parts of McDiddy's 3 are done. I'm in the process of rewriting the script because the existing stuff just isn't that good. I don't want to bother if it's not going to be good, and making good stuff is hard.
Also, AaronJer is right. That's how real shit gets done.
Hey I'm new to map making and I can't seem to make the light work.So when i play it's pitch black...I followed the tutorial thing but i still can't get the lights to work.I even added more than 1 light thing in the small room but still no light.Help?
Alot of my pals spend gazillions of hours only on facebook playing those games for scores and taking quizzes. I'm tempted to upload my games there too. 200 million users in a rather small place doesn't sound bad.
There isn't any way to add more nodes or clipnodes to the bsp's (its already maxed out). However, at least clipnodes can be reduced with a bit of work.
When the maps are compiled all the 3d 'space' a player can get to is broken up into convex regions just like brushes are required to be, alot of them are extremely small or too small for a player, and if you put a CLIP brush over them they don't become clipnodes at all (well really there are still a few intersecting the brush on its surfaces, but the brush can be excluding dozens or hundreds of them at a time).
If the world has had a 'box' placed around it to prevent leaks, its probably causing several thousand (if not 10000+) extraneous nodes and clipnodes to be caused, not only wasting resources but will cause vis to work a lot harder than it needs to. An example map is available, demonstrating how it is possible to reduce the clipnodes in a map. Without the clip brush in place, the map requires over a hundred more clipnodes to define the player-accessable space.
I think your main problem here is the two fy_maps (the one that uses dust-textures and the other which got snow on the ground and some mill in the center), those two maps needs to be completly rebuilt(clean up brushwork) plus they need to have a correctly built sky.
Of course, even after you've done all that it still may not compile. You just have to accept that this map may be too big/complex for the compile tools to handle.
Like I said, the main reason for my post in user discussions was because it's a fedex_ truck, and I can seldom resist a pun. Of course the second reason still holds true. Have you considered suicide?
man u are stupid, where you dropped when you was small ?? just a question
I'm not sure if this is all the same dream or just parts of other dreams mixed together, but here goes.
So I was at my Dad's house off in the woods and I was hanging out with my stepmom and my two half-brothers, who are always about the age they were when I stopped going there (12 and 9) and there was also the old Golden Retriever we used to have even though he died over a year ago. At any rate, we were at the house and decided we were going to go for a walk to city hall in New York City ("Where I am now, which is a logarithm / Of other cities.") It took us about five minutes down a path by the creek and suddenly we were in New York, at city hall, which was a dilapidated wooden shack with a large porch. There was a staircase running horizontal up the front and at the top, in the corner, there was a gyro vendor. After that, I left them to walk down the street towards the Columbia campus and for some reason there was an old frontier-styled fort on the west end of campus, which is funny for reasons that should be evident enough.
From there, I think I'm missing a transition, but I remember running with some girl I don't remember (I think she was black?) through the western scrublands around nightfall. A helicopter was chasing us and circling around and we had no real way of escaping it. We found a small house on top of a hill that looked fairly modern and well-maintained for being out in the middle of nowhere. I tried pulling on the door, but I discovered it was purely ornamental, an embellishment embedded in the side of the house with absolutely no functionality. So the girl and I climbed up on top of the roof and at the top we found that it angled up like a pyramid and ended in a small square window. Naturally, I busted open that window and jumped in.
The interior of the house was equally modern, pristine and well-kept. I remember blue tiles everywhere and hanging plants, not too much sunlight, but the shades were mostly down in most places and the only real natural illumination was from the skylight above. The problem was that inside was some sort of metaphysical Borgesian nightmare. I had clearly circled what should have been the perimeter of the house, but the rooms kept on changing, as though the inside of the house was itself infinite. I ran into the girl several times and she had a detached, confused expression on her face. She was counting off the rooms, hypnotically, as though she didn't intend to be and had merely been caught up in some system she could not escape. "21", she would say, and then I'd make my way, the rooms would reorient themselves, and I'd see her walking towards me again, "27". I was starting to get a little bugged out by this whole process, so I somehow found where the door was supposed to be and discovered it was functional this time.
I emerged in what appeared to be an older European city, filled with cobblestone walkways and older brick buildings, except the layout of it lended to the belief that this was just one floor on some more massive superstructure, because I could see stairs leading up and down to subway stations with no logical regard for what was above or below ground. As I left the house, I heard a voice call out that a redhead with fiery eyes would be out to destroy me soon. I took note of the sign and continued outward, finding the area patrolled by pleasant-seeming security guards (most of them overweight women, which was odd) that were observing the comings and goings of all the people. One of them began following me. She had dark hair with ruddy blonde highlights and dark eyes, and this sort of complacent smile on her face, but I was instantly suspicious of her. I descended one of the staircases, which lead out straight into the air and a monorail below, which I was to jump on if I wanted to get anywhere.
Now we were racing in a circuit around a green valley carved out in the hills. The city I saw before floated both above and below me. I looked behind me and saw the same security guard who had been following me before, except both her eyes and her hair were now red and she was making her way towards me, moving awkwardly but seemingly unaffected by the velocity we were moving at. She was a sort of grotesque siren, trying to entice me in a way that she explicitly stated would result in death, and yet since she wasn't attractive in any way (or really not my type regardless) I saw no reason to be drawn in to her.
I jumped off the monorail and ended up in downtown Seattle again. The train zipped past and the woman never dropped, so I presumed myself to be safe. I started walking down the street and I saw her again, standing in the middle of a crosswalk passed by tens of people. She was offering some quick cosmetic fix of a sort, something to improve your appearance and well-being, except everyone was completely disinterested or knew that it was a trap (because that was how she got you, of course). She seemed sad and pleading, and for a moment I wasn't sure whether or not I should feel sorry for her, but sure as anything, I passed too and hoped no one would take notice of her, lest they lose their souls and lives in the process.
I continued down the street, past various shops, but none of them sold the standard fare of clothing and gadgets, but instead elaborate masks and fountains and gardening supplies, as though consumer tendencies had abruptly shifted towards reconstructing a jungle in your own home. I found a small cactus, which was round and free-floating, requiring no soil whatsoever, but the second you touched it, it would shed its spines, sticking them to anything in the vicinity, like the reaction of some venus fly trap except without the need for nutrition. My mother was waiting on a large fountain outside one of the stores. She showed me a small stone seahorse that you were supposed to plant in the pot with any kind of plant. If you spat on it, it would secrete just the right amount of water required to keep the plant healthy.
I kept walking and came out by my dad's parent's house in Ballard. It was a regular family gathering, except both sides of my family were there which was near unheard of. I looked out from the front porch down onto the street and saw an asian organ grinder, looking sad and just grinding away until someone paid attention to him. My grandma came out and said that the man was a messenger from my Sumatran half-uncle (I don't actually have one of these). Apparently, my grandpa worked on the side as a world-famous smuggler and somewhere along the line fathered an illegitimate child in southeast Asia (all this was explained to me in a flashback). My grandma had come to peace with this somehow and treated it in a bemused manner.
I descended the stairs to the street and my half-uncle was waiting there. Everything had abruptly become rather spooky, like a caricature of a graveyard in some Army of Darkness sense. There was a a set of wooden planks molded into the soil and leading up a small hill to what I assumed was the yard. My mother (it wasn't really my mother) came down with my brothers (not her sons anyway) and started pleading with my half-uncle, but he remained serious, stoic, and silent. She became so distraught that she turned into a green smoke cloud, but the kind that had a discernible face, again like in fantasy movies. She floated in a storm towards the graveyard and began shouting at my half-uncle "Call out to me!". My "brothers" and I kept trying except she wouldn't respond, she was completely fixated on him and nothing we did amounted to anything. "Call out to me! Call out to me!"
I had one recently that I had somehow been turned into some kind of involuntary vessel for the propagation of either Satan or some kind of evil God. I unfortunately remember very little of it.
I had been granted a kind of magical power, but if I used it for the sake of anyone other than myself it would cause everyone around me and myself to be transported into a small hell like pocket dimension (maybe 2000 feet in diameter). The pocket dimension would look similar to the area we were just in, but everything would be unnaturally dark and strange, tall, difficult to see in the shadows lanky anthropomorhic beings would be standing around looking at us.
Now, none of this was dangerous to me, but anyone else that got sucked in was in a lot of trouble. If I felt like it, I could lead them to an exit that would remain open for 5 minutes or so before this place permanently attached itself to the rest of hell.
An example was that at one point a middle aged man had been hit by a car. He was laying on the median of the 2 lane road and bleeding to death and his daughter was yelling for help. there were lots of cars racing by but I still made my way through to them. I told her that I could save him but there would be a terrible price to pay and she had me do it anyway. It was sort of like I didn't want to offer my help on purpose... I just HAD to. Something was making me do it. I didn't really care either way though.
In that case, the man and the girl were happy until she pointed out that all the cars were gone, and then everything got dark. I was nice enough to quickly lead them to the exit which was halfway down a nearby cliff. They escaped without receiving any real harm.
I did notice that time that there was a VERY large, hundreds of feet tall one of those anthropomorphic beings off in the distance thrashing about and walking towards me, and specifically me, I just knew. It also had no head.
I realized at that point that I WAS it's head, and that it wanted me reattached to it. I also didn't really care either way if I was reattached to it or not. I'm not even sure what would happen.
The man I'd saved turned out to be a priest, and while he had gone partially insane from his short trip into hell, he had decided to try to coax me into going to some kind of gathering of clergy in the hopes that they could purge the evil from me. I went with him to train station where many forms of priest had gathered. They were all Abrahamic. I'd say it was about 75% Jewish, 15% Christian and 10% Islamic. This organization's goal was to actively stop the world from being slowly sucked into hell (by me... :D) while remaining out of sight of the public and the spies and servants of whatever evil thing I seemed to be the puppet of.
The head of the organization, and short, bald overweight Jewish man, was skeptical about the priest's claims that I was the primary focus of Hell's attempts to enter the real world. We were in a room filled with holy symbols, there was a large Star of David on the wall behind the rabbi's desk. He apparently had an office at the train station. Before letting them discuss the credibility of the priest's claims I decided to simply show them what I could do and judge for themselves... or, whatever was controlling me decided I should do that. I held out my right hand, which began to shake intensely, I closed it into a fist and blood dripped from it. It turned dark red and when I opened it a small arc of flame shot up towards the ceiling. Before I could finish telling them that I had just used that as an example and I could create much larger bursts of flame the rabbi freaked out.
He said something along the lines of, "You FOOL! Why did you use that here?! Now he can see us!". The building began to shake violently, dust and bits of plaster were falling down. At once all of the holy symbols crumpled up and disappeared, only to be replaced with gaping black holes in the air itself. The large Star of David was pulled back into the wall and the sounds of gale force winds could be heard coming from the hole that replaced it. The clergymen screamed and tried to hold onto heavy objects, but were all pulled into the hole that had formed. I calmly walked out side and witnessed darkness fall for miles around. The hundreds of gathered clergy were being torn apart and consumed by the holes created in place of the very holy symbols they had been wearing. Entire buildings were dropping out of sight into unfathomable holes in reality.
All I thought about all this was that it was very interesting and quite unlike what had happened when I used my powers before. I just noticed the enormous headless creature stepping over some foot hills several miles off when everything suddenly stopped. All the holes vanished, all the clergy were gone and the buildings nearby had all collapsed or disappeared. The only person remaining was the girl from earlier. She just stood there completely wide-eyed and in shock. Then I woke up.
Ah yes, the turn of the moollenium. Aaronjer and I met in the ninth grades, we had 'stupid english' (read 'not honors english') together. That's when we discovered the cream cheese satchel, the level 3 igloo (where I now reside), the arkey (the r-key arkey), and (parenthesisizing). Oh, and our gay love for each other. Suffice to say, buttsechs and Smash Bros ensued. I've always had a small piece of Aaronjer inside me since then. Eating his toenail clippings will do that to you...
I think the map could be compiled but you need to do some serious optimization first. I already talked about it in my earlier post in this thread(correct sky, turn furnitures into func_wall, clean up the sloppy brushwork etc.).
Also, your use of the {GRASS2-texture will look ugly in-game.
I don't think you have clue of what you're doing, you're just tossing a load of random shit into a giant level without a thought of: what you're doing, how the game-engine is going to react or what the end result will be like. Start small, do one small area at a time and compile regularly to make sure everything works as planned, then when you know a small area works as planned, add another area and recompile; lather, rinse, repeat. If you would have used this building-process from the beginning the map would have turned out okay (I think). But you didn't, and your map ended up like a giant piece of crap...
I think the root of these problems is that you tried to run before you could walk. Without knowing the basics of mapping you decided to take on a big project of building your whole school as a map. This was doomed from the beginning.
first of all check your wad files in wally some of the textures you used are too big so maybe you placed some paintings or something in your map or strched a texture too big. If you did theres your problem but do note that you may also have shrinked a texture too small so go through your map and scheck it out.
I hope this works coz it did when I had that problem.
Funnily enough it changes the line ending characters :)
How good are you with C++? You could write a small program to remove them all from the input string... Unless you felt like writing a Perl one-liner. Or something smart in Python.
OK, I made a brush that should be the door, put a small brush with the origin texture next to it, selected both, right-clicked, selected "Tie to Entity", made it "func_door_rotating", set it to 90 degrees.
Compiled and ran. The door is at a weird 90-degree angle from the start, and when I try and "open" it, it creaks and tilts to a strange direction. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong... please help me!
1st I don't think the transparent brush thing is the way other people did it, I mean on most zm maps have fog like that, if I think for a minute I guess it could be included in the mod itself?
but anyway shouldn't all of those masked brushes reduce the FPS? thus making the whole map lag a bit?...well at least while your looking at them.
2nd well it was a rope I made it a 6 sided cylinder so yeah. But I also saw this problems whit other small brushes I had, said it couldn't find the file. but after i deleted the brushes the error didn't come up.
I'm guessing there is some kind of problem with the compile tools and small brushes, or maybe textures applied to the smallest faces of the brushes.
well anyway thnx for the fast reply. I'm going to check out if the fog thing is mod-related
While I was answering his first question, NewbkilleR said:
also I seemed to get an error like "cannot ind file specified"
I checked and rechecked the paths, but no problem there. Later I deleted a rope I made and and the problem was gone! I'm thinking that the rope was to small or something, cause I remade it a little wider ,with the same texture, and the map compiled just fine.
So I'm asking was my assumption correct, and should i avoid making small circular of any other objects like that?
Are you sure it said 'cannot find the file'?
And when you say 'circular', do you mean you used the cylinder? That can go bad if your brush is really small.
also I seemed to get an error like "cannot ind file specified"
I checked and rechecked the paths, but no problem there. Later I deleted a rope I made and and the problem was gone! I'm thinking that the rope was to small or something, cause I remade it a little wider ,with the same texture, and the map compiled just fine.
So I'm asking was my assumption correct, and should i avoid making small circular of any other objects like that?
I created quite a small map, and when I start it the bots just run / jump around senselessly and don't really try to find the enemy at all or something. They just run back and forth. Why is this happening?
is this boat right?
or this is ok?
i turn on engine
and go narrow...
here is map if u want to try it... (i make big map with boaths, but it need time to load, thats why i create this small...)
http://rapidshare.com/files/226786070/probabrod.bsp.html
The easiest way to be sure that nothing went wrong is to make a folder "zhlt" and put it in c:\
So your folder has path "c:\zhlt"
Make all letters small in "zhlt".
Then copy your every file in that folder.
Those are mapname.bat, mapname.rmf, mapname.map, hlbsp.exe, hlcsg.exe, hlvis.exe and hlrad.exe.
Now copy all the WADs that you use. Maximum is 8 but you can merge them using "Wally".
All .cfg files also in that folder.
That's the safest way. Name all of your work as mapname. In your .bat file make it also mapname.
One more thing. Type everything with small letters, that also reduces chance for making an error.
Ok. Let's say this worked. Take your .bsp file and rename it as you like, eg. "jailbreak.bsp". Copy it to cstrike\maps and you're done.
btw admins, please do not tell anyone of my true identity.
Umm... maybe. I don't like you, but I must admit you're doing a great job covering up your identity. I edited your post a bit because you had a small slip.
Yes my lighting did start working correctly but my map ran well other than small fps lags towards the leaking area.
So i thought that the leak wasnt a problem and i would fix it in the end, turns out i was a real big problem when i figured out i was the only one getting constant 100 fps. (everyone else had 20 and below :( so i looked into it and saw what edan said and fixed the leak. Now it works great other than small chocke and loss issues.
im having this problem with compiling. the first time i followed the steps, fixed small errors and got it to work. now i'm made a new map and am getting error. i'm not seeing the err file after a failed try. cs starts up but the room isn't made. not sure wat the problem is now
A player crouched is 63 units, I think. Standing is 128? 127? Something like that. I'd suggest trial and error - a small map with a few obstacles would get you started at least.
I got a new iPod and I want classical music on it. Until now, I've been capturing streaming video on Youtube, saving the .mp4 file and then converting it to .mp3. That process is like 5-7 minutes a piece, and extremely annoying, as I have to do them manually one-by-one.
Downloading classical music with torrents is impossible. There's a small selection of ill-seeded torrents.
Does anyone know of a good way I can download classical music?
not only that but he also lives deep in the woods on a shitty drive way.... so don't visit him if its icy or anything you might jsut end up stuck with him for a few hours more... and also Havokk you could always go jump in your 2 inches deep pond out back well its usually that small it seems.
Ya my drive way sucks balls.And the pond is actually full now.
not only that but he also lives deep in the woods on a shitty drive way.... so don't visit him if its icy or anything you might jsut end up stuck with him for a few hours more... and also Havokk you could always go jump in your 2 inches deep pond out back well its usually that small it seems.
Yea i meant you know like, make a small one with my friends who i hang out with as well. We are some of the best in our area. I dont like the idea of making a global clan. Just us. I have seen like tha CAL open leagues. This a place for competition. Isnt it?
are we gonna need a server for these things? And i mean steam server.
just put a small null or aaa texted box and put it as buyzone and put the box some where no one can get 2 or just put it some where if you get 2 it you will be able 2 buy like in one of the snow maps you can buy in the mid if you get 2 it now just make m4 and ak where you want then two spawn and if you know know how two do that ask.
Yea i knw to do that.But the problem is even though u cant reach the buyzone when i use gameplayer_equip, both CT n T will get M4A1 and AK47 rite? I want CT to hav M4A1 and T to have AK from the beginning ie they are not allowed to buy anything but are equipped with this from the spawning itself.
eDan Co. said:
There is a complex way of doing this. If the option of having the AK47 / M4A1 of the ground at the spawn areas isn't good enough, I'll explain it to you.
You see i ask my self that question everyday.But im not depressed depressed.My sister used to come home from school and sleep all day and night cause she was depressed.My depression is small.
I got no thunder in my life.I lay in bed for about 30min- 1hr thinking of stupid shit ive done.
just put a small null or aaa texted box and put it as buyzone and put the box some where no one can get 2 or just put it some where if you get 2 it you will be able 2 buy like in one of the snow maps you can buy in the mid if you get 2 it now just make m4 and ak where you want then two spawn and if you know know how two do that ask.
I am thinking of creating a small clan with my friends,like 5-6 ppl. What do you thing that i need to do so we can have fun and get a little noticed? We need a server, a website or anything? Do you have any experience on that? Or any information on the topic anyways.
I dreamed a couple night ago that I was meeting aaronjer and JMB at their new place on the outskirts of a small town. I don't remember much about the town itself, except it's abundance of drainpipes and that the surrounding country was dry, colorful brush while the interior was an uninteresting slate gray. They had rented a duplex, which was a tall, thin, spire of a building. Half of it was falling apart and they had rented the functional half. I tried knocking on the door, but there was no response, so I pulled off the boards from the entrance to the other side. Each side of the duplex was no wider than a modest room and made use of the space by stacking one piece on top of the other. The left side had been in disrepair for some time, dusty, water damaged, cobwebs of all sorts. I edged my way up the broken staircases and made my way up to the joined attic, where I managed to find a trap door that led to a hall closet. When I entered the living room, they were mildly surprised and asked why I hadn't used the front door, so I explained. Also, aaronjer had a Japanese girlfriend, which was perhaps the strangest feature of the dream. And everyone was playing Mario Kart. The SNES version.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Sorry, my computer was all like "ARBITRATION!" and I was all like "I WANT TO LIVE!" and there were some explosions. Think we've all been there
Platanov > Eve just crapped out a minute ago for me.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Yeah, I started in Chaven
Platanov > Well, everyone in the corp is instructed to proceed
to the nearest starter system and harvest warm bodies for the corp.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Can I sew their skin into a form flattering dress?
Vsevolod Petrosyan > "The bodies are supposed to stay warm. They can't do that without skin."
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Shit!
Platanov > Well, you can replace their skin.
Platanov > As long as you use the dress to recruit at least two new members it doesn't matter anyway.
Platanov > You know, while I'm in this n00b system, I'm tempted to drop a can so someone will loot it. Then I can shoot them.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > That's a good recruitment policy. It strains out the stragglers
Platanov > Yea.
Platanov > Ok, here goes the recruitment spam. Oh! Btw, we need a station so we can publish a recruitment advert.
Platanov > Uh, an office I mean.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > We have a station filled with prostitutes. That should be our advert.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > What we don't tell them is that they power a mighty machine
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Which may or may not be Commie's mechanized pants
Platanov > I think I got a two-fer!
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Try for a threesome! Er, foursome...
....
Vsevolod Petrosyan > What happened to that blood you promised? I'm highly disappointed
Platanov > They should be on their way.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > I hope that a miscreant space entity devours them along the way
Vsevolod Petrosyan > We'll all be like, "man, why you gotta do a thing?" but it will only answer in frequencies beyond our comprehension
Semyon Gnyevko > You mean frequencies above 20 kHz?
Semyon Gnyevko > Couldn't we just record it with a machine?
Platanov > How'd you find out about the machine!?
Vsevolod Petrosyan > He knows about the machine... it was supposed to be under wraps...
Semyon Gnyevko > Well, you wrapped it in fruit wraps... I just kept eating them until all was revealed.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > I should have never trusted that twelve year old charlatan.
Semyon Gnyevko > And you sealed it with fruit by the foot. It's like you were just ASKING me to open it.
Semyon Gnyevko > With my mouth.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > We thought mummy wraps to keep it cursed, or perhaps shrink wraps to keep it small and manageable, but no, he had a surplus of fruit wraps. A good deal he said! A good deal of gut turning I assumed
Vsevolod Petrosyan > Clearly, we have underestimated his stomach. To prevent future mistakes, we must study it as an alternative fuel source.
Semyon Gnyevko > Okay, seriously. Are you running some kind of funny boosting algorithm? You HAD me in stitches, but now all the stitches have come undone and I'm spilling hilarious innards all over.
Vsevolod Petrosyan > I don't know. I'm kind of stressed and that causes me to crack out a bit.
Because I'd normally just post a link to a tutorial and then straw would complain, I'm going to write this one myself.
Create your elevator out of brushes (doesn't really matter where you make it - ingame it will move to the first stop target automatically).
Select all the brushes and press ctrl+T. From the list select func_train.
In its properties give it the name 'lift' and make the first stop target 'stop1'.
Make a path_corner exactly where you want your elevator to begin (the exact center of the lift will be aligned with the path_corner) and call it 'stop1'. In its properties make the next stop 'stop2'. In its flags you may want to check 'wait for retrigger' (this will make the elevator stop here and not move on until you've triggered it again).
Make a path_corner where you want your elevator to go next and call it 'stop2'. Now if you want your elevator to only travel between these two destinations, make the next stop target 'stop1' again. Otherwise, repeat this for stop3, stop4, etc.
Now you only need something to trigger the elevator (make it start moving). So make a small button brush (you can use a texture with + at the beginning of the name to make the texture toggle between on and off ingame when you use the button).
Select it, press ctrl+T and tie it to func_button. Write 'lift' under target. In the flags you may want to check 'don't move'.
You may also want to set the delay before reset to the time that the elevator will need from stop1 to stop2 to make the button unpressable in the meantime.
Now you have a working elevator, try it out to see if it works.
OK I will post the tutorial anyway, it has a .rmf file to show you (rmfs are better than words).
Select the brush tool and then look at the right-bottom side of the screen. There should be two small bars, one saying Categories and the other Objects.
Or you can make them out of brushes yourself.
Or you can also download them as models and then use an I think cycler entity to import your model into the map.
If you don't know what the brush tool is, read this.
Also I screwed up. If they're implemented, they're in the 'random objects' category.
You could still make them out of brushes yourself though.
But I got another question;
How do I add items?
Because I'm trying to make my school as a map, and for that I will need chairs and tables and stuff like that.
Where do I get them?
Select the brush tool and then look at the right-bottom side of the screen. There should be two small bars, one saying Category and one Object or something like that. I think chairs and tables are under the category 'Primitives'.
Or you can make them out of brushes yourself. Or you can also download them as models and then use an I think cycler entity to import your model into the map.
P.S. If your school is big, you may have to forget about this as the engine does not allow large maps. I'm currently working on a three-floor building of small-medium size and I'm not really sure it will work once it's done.
1) .wad can be placed anywhere. A good place is C:\<wad>.wad. Why? B/c we like you? ... no, b/c VHE has a small window for the .wad files, and if your looking for a floor or an image of Al Bundy you won't see which is which unless you memorized the order of your now lengthy list of ORGANIZED (I'm so happy ... :___ ) .wad files.
I don't hear the word embezzlement used often enough to really tell you the difference in usage between the two.
Lots of couples of words in English have the same meaning except one small difference in which using the wrong preposition makes you accidentally say a fancy word for vagina.
Idk but im having a small problem.....Basically i want the func_door to stay closed when i press the button but i want another button to open it up. When i use my func_door i set it to starts open and have a button to open it. But when i press the button the door closes back up.... Its a zm map and i set it so they can go through then close up the door using the button but the door goes back to its original place. is there anythign i could do? I did the delay before close but i want it so the ct could open the door back up while it was closed and inside...... I tried putting another button to open it but it didnt work.. any help please?
So if I understand correctly you want one button that can only close the door and one button that can only open the door?
I would guess that an open position counts as on and closed position counts as off for the door. So you could make each button target a trigger_relay that in turn targets the door. But the trigger_relay of one button has Trigger State set to off, the other one to on.
If you don't understand, here are the needed entities:
- 1 func door called 'door'
- 1 button without a name targeting 'open'
- 1 button without a name targeting 'close'
- 1 trigger_relay called 'open' that has Trigger State set to on and targets 'door'
- 1 trigger_relay called 'close' which has Trigger State off and targets 'door'
I'm not sure whether this will work because I don't know if a door really has an on/off state.
kaka said:
And also, i have a func_hurt ontop of a func_breakable so they cant jump onto it.. and i want the func_hurt to disapear when the func_breakable breaks but comes back everyround like the func_breakable.... is this possible? Thanks
A tough one... I think you could do this like this:
-1 func_breakable without name that targets 'multimanager'
-1 multimanager with the name 'multimanager', targeting 'door' and 'relayoff' ('relayoff' has a value of 0.5)
-1 trigger_hurt without name and has 'multi' set under Master
-1 func_door somewhere unreachable called 'door' that has 'relayon' as its target
-1 multisource called 'multi'
-1 trigger_relay with the name 'relayoff', the Trigger State off and targets 'multi'
-1 trigger_relay with the name 'relayon', the Trigger State on and targeting 'multi'
Now again I'm not completely sure this will work and it's not exactly an easy solution so let's wait for some other suggestions, shall we?
I'd have to draw this or try it out to be sure whether it works or not.
I had a dream last night that I was in the passenger seat of a car driven by a hysterical Mexican woman who was screaming in Spanish. There was a small fire in the back seat and she was driving over 100 miles an hour down the free way. I eventually gave up on calming her down and decided to tuck and roll my way out the door to relative safety. Strangely, when I woke up, I had an intense feeling of deja vu about the whole situation.
I had a dream last night that I was in the passenger seat of a car driven by a hysterical Mexican woman who was screaming in Spanish. There was a small fire in the back seat and she was driving over 100 miles an hour down the free way. I eventually gave up on calming her down and decided to tuck and roll my way out the door to relative safety. Strangely, when I woke up, I had an intense feeling of deja vu about the whole situation.
Idk but im having a small problem.....Basically i want the func_door to stay closed when i press the button but i want another button to open it up. When i use my func_door i set it to starts open and have a button to open it. But when i press the button the door closes back up.... Its a zm map and i set it so they can go through then close up the door using the button but the door goes back to its original place. is there anythign i could do? I did the delay before close but i want it so the ct could open the door back up while it was closed and inside...... I tried putting another button to open it but it didnt work.. any help please?
Okay, I have always been wondering and trying to figure out how to make those oldschool retro gradients. Y'know, gradients of two colours, but it's only the two colours and the one coulor changes into small dots of the other and then there's a "fake" gradient. I ever figured out how to do those. But today I did! Weird that I couldn't come up with that for so long.
I did it this way: I made a gradient with Photoshop and saved the file as GIF with just 10 colours (it was more gradients, to test).
Wow thanks eDan it generated a BSP with no errors:)
Thanks alot
Got one small minor problem now:)
instead of generating the map as test.bsp (what i named it)
it generated it as my steam userID.bsp and it didnt place it
in my maps dir listed in hammer config to place compiled maps?
im not sure, but ur map seems really small and doesnt need 5 lights and light_environment is only for the sky
env_shooter is something to do with the beer can model thingy, and i believe there is a model path u can enter, u left it blank so it might have caused cs to fail
If you want a realistic elevator for 7 stories (a button on each floor to call the elevator to that floor, a door that moves with the elevator etc.), I can only say 3 words to you:
Forget about it.
It is possible but if you want it to work properly and make it so that players can't abuse any errors (like pressing invisible buttons, blocking the door that moves with the elevator, calling the elevator to their floor, while someone in the elevator is going to another floor...), you'll end up having several hundred entities, which will most likely make the map unplayable even if you manage to make it without losing yourself in all the entities.
I'm making a map on which I might try a 3-storey elevator. And my plans for it include a lot of entities. I can't imagine a 7-storey one.
Also a 7-floor building would probably be a bit too much for the engine even without the elevator, unless the floors are very small...
This forum used to be half-democratic. In its old format (back in the olive-green days) every user to register got 5 spades that were under his avatar. The spades were clickable. If Bill's spades were clicked by Terry, a poll opened asking the forum community if Bill should lose a spade. If the community voted 'yes' - Bill loses a spade; if they voted 'no' Terry loses a spade for trying to punish the innocent. When a user runs out of spades, he is banned from the forum, or at least supposed to be.
As you read for yourself, people could lose many more spades than they had with no outcome. When the forum admins saw the fault in the system, the decided democracy is shit and decided to do the punishing on their own - no approval from anyone and no law needed anymore. The forum became a very insecure place to be. Any small slip of yours could turn out to be your last.
Then, on the 15th of June 2008, a brave individual known as Biggins lead the revolution. He wrote down the Forum User's Basic Rights. These rights let retarded users such as brad1000 stay around and say stupid things. Probably the most important right that Biggins The Great has put to practice was "the right for every user to register whenever he wanted to, with no need of a valid email address". The new right encouraged banned users to give the whole being an okay person thing a second (or even 23rd, as Havokk was to discover) try.
Well, that pretty much sums up The Superjer Forum History - From Spade Democracy To Point Freedom.
I remember visiting horseporn a while ago. I even installed horseporn when it was released. I've uninstalled it again though, as I need the space (my HDD is very small).
If that's what you're doing this for then you're doing it wrong. I mean, you are a user on a (moderately small) forum where no-one knows who you are providing help to people with information that can largely be found elsewhere. Not that you're being unhelpful; certainly much of the time you give good replies. But really - are you only in it to get some kind of forum-based respect?
yes, actually i long for a medal/points
and the interesting thing is that im user 1360 and ur user 1352, but u have admin power(or so i think), much more points and some great britain medals
If that's what you're doing this for then you're doing it wrong. I mean, you are a user on a (moderately small) forum where no-one knows who you are providing help to people with information that can largely be found elsewhere. Not that you're being unhelpful; certainly much of the time you give good replies. But really - are you only in it to get some kind of forum-based respect?
Start small. Try to create one that is only a few inches tall at first. It will also double as a highly nutritional snack during an emergency.wow that wasnt funny
Look, you obviously are reading our answers carefully. I'll explain it step-by-step.
Knife only What we need to do! 1. Disable buying for all players.
2. Give a knife to every player on spawn.
How do we do it? 1. Place a small brush where no players can reach it. Select the brush and hit Ctrl + T, then make the brush a buyzone (func_buyzone entity). This will create a single buyzone for both teams, at a location no player can reach.
2. Create a point-entity (the light bulb from the toolbar). Select is and open its properties (Alt + Enter), from the list select the game_player_equip. This entity gives the weapons you specify to all players. Now open its properties again and tell Hammer what weapons you'd like it to give, in your case this would be KNIFE.
You can also make a sticky thread where people can add useful stuff! small tutorials etc where we can show people how to make different things. That would be VERY helpful for beginners (like me :D)
I'd scale down your ideas. Both Source and 1.6 have small maps as a general rule. For that size you'd need to look at Crysis or Far Cry 2 (they both have large open maps, generally speaking, I think).
Thank you :)
well I'm a beginner and I really don't know what RAD is :D ... and the map isn't even half ready because I want to make a sky ... ladders and other "small" things :D
rad=hlrad (in the zhlt tools). You are using zhlt tools to compile, aren't you?
Thank you :)
well I'm a beginner and I really don't know what RAD is :D ... and the map isn't even half ready because I want to make a sky ... ladders and other "small" things :D
Hmm... I'm pretty sure players drown under any type of water.
One thing you can try is making your func_water entity using many cubes that have tiny gaps in between them. This way, as the player swims through, he catches his breath in the small gap.
OK I've somehow managed to make the elevator like I wanted it now. With a lot of questioning on different forums (btw thanks newbie for directing me to the twhl).
Now I have a new question. What's the smallest amount that you can input as value in the multi_manager?
Because for the elevator to work properly, I need to make the multi_manager trigger the elevator a bit after changing its target and I want that difference to be as small as possible).
Also I'm interested if there's any guide to making goodlooking buildings (especially texturing them).
but i thougth when a block with too many "verticies" (????) would show up on the comiple log like
"block 1212 outside world" or somthing like that. It had always shown up like that for me.
I explain here. before when I had done for example a halfpipe with too small grids on the compilething came with the error
newbie said:
"block 1212 outside world" or somthing like that.
PS. I had read about high-poly somthing on other forums and I confused it with r_speeds
I just woke up from a dream about robots. Here's my attempt to write it down. Apparently, there were robots that had infiltrated society* by posing as real people. Some of them were in important or famous positions and some of them just acted like common folk. They were deemed a threat by whoever was giving me my orders. My superiors claimed that even in small groups they would be able to seize control of all the vital systems of the city... and do stuff.
*About 50,000 people living in a classic Sci-Fi dome structure on an inhospitable planet. Everything was designed to look like some kind of pristine and advanced overly culturally enriched East Indian city. Lots of the domes and minarets and crap. None of the people were East Indian that I saw, they were mostly Caucasian with a few Chinese thrown in here and there.
At first I thought I was some kind of Super-Soldier or Superhero or something, because I could jump several stories high and lift small cars and such... but as per usual it later turned out that I was some kind of vampiric thing. Why am I always some kind of vampiric thing in dreams?! I don't find vampires particularly fascinating while I'm awake! WTF! Anyway, I'll get into that more later.
The first secret robot I was sent after was posing as a famous race car driver. The race would go through the entire city, and he would only show up right as the race started, and disappear somehow after he crossed the finish line (always first) along with his car. This meant that if I was going to destroy him, I'd have to catch him in a race. The vehicles were heavily armored variations of Japanese sports cars, as was mine, because I decided to join the race to catch him instead of just laying a trap (which would have been a far simpler plan...). After speeding through the city for a couple minutes, we'd already pulled far ahead of the rest of the racers. I managed to pull up along side him and ram both of our vehicles over a turn on a bridge and permanently out of the race. I was wearing a white jumpsuit with completely covering accessories. Black gloves, boots, and a nearly fishbowlesque helmet completely protected me from the bad, bad sun. I also had blades fixed to my arms that projected parallel to my hands as 2-foot long swords.
Both the robot and I burst out of our wrecks with ease, he immediately recognized my mission and sprouted blades similar to mine. He was also wearing a similar outfit, but it had red shoulders and the helmet was open. We were a match in strength and speed. We started off without about 20 seconds of stabbing, slashing, and parrying. Neither of us landed a blow. He then jumped back and slammed his blades onto the ground, they started vibrating with a low hum, and electricity visible coursed along them. I leaped in with an overhead swing with my right arm and a block with my left, and was met with an explosive shock that sent my flying back where I came from. Parries from him now meant ouchies for me. Great. The electricity and vibrated stopped after he had shocked me once, but he slammed them on the ground again for the same effect. He just stared at me and grinned, not moving from his guarding position. I was the one that had to kill him... it's not like I could expect him to attack when he didn't have to. So... I tore a 5 foot tall metal lamp post out of the ground, and used it like a bat to hit a stone bench at him. He jumped out of the way with relative ease. The second time I hit another bench at him, but purposefully aimed way too high and off the mark anyway. He didn't move and just looked confused. I hit a third and final object, this time a drinking fountain, directly at him. He dodged out of the way... and right into a collision course with the still falling second bench. I just assumed he would dodge the exact same distance as the first time. Stupid robots and their precise evasive maneuvers. He was unable to parry in time before I could dash in and cross-cut him into four pieces. He was in fact wires and such on the inside.
The next robot came to me. Immediately. From behind, without me noticing. She apparently wasn't strong enough to kill me directly, so she tore off my helmet... leaving me to fry in the sun. Luckily for me I was wearing a balaclava under the helmet, although I had to spend some of my time looking down to keep direct sun from vaporizing my eyes. I only got a quick glimpse of her, but she was dressed like Disney's Snow White for no explainable reason. She could run very quickly, fast enough to keep away from me if I just ran after her... and I wanted my helmet back and her shooting sparks and twitching. We were right next to a large and very square artificial lake, and she began to run around it. A blast door for a tunnel on the other side of the lake was slowly closing, and she appeared to be heading for it. I'd never make it through running... so I tore off my arm blades, and while leaping as far forward into the lake as possible stuck them onto my feet as water skis. The lake actually had a current going in my direction, and somehow I would push off the water on small waves for more velocity and 10-foot or so jump. It would have been extremely fun if I wasn't so anxious about reaching my destination in time. She got there before me anyway, and I got there just fast enough to dive forward and slide under the door, breaking the blades off my feet on the outside of the door. The tunnel was crammed full of industrial equipment and large heavy metal objects like dumpsters. She could fit between them quickly and easily... I could not. At the other end of the tunnel, probably 100 yards away, was another slowly closing blast door. I really didn't want to get stuck in here... I quickly realized that one of the large industrial objects directly in front of me was an enormous rocket engine. I ripped off a panel and started frantically hitting buttons and switches. It beeped a lot, made a low grinding noise, and blasted the majority of the contents of the tunnel out the other end, while blasting itself through the first blast door. The tunnel was permanently open on both ends, and the robot had been crushed up against a wall by a dumpster. She was definitely shooting sparks and twitching, and my helmet was safe! Yay!
I immediately went across the street to grocery store, where I knew another robot was located. The grocery store had no one in it other than the robot, because this robot was clearly malfunctioning and scaring the crap out of people. It looked like a small old lady in a jogging suit, and she was sitting cross-legged inside a shopping cart. The cart was slowly rolling down aisles, seemingly unpowered, with her somehow directing it to go around corners. Yeah, weird. While she was rolling past the canned fruit I blocked her way at the end of the aisle. Without any expression she picked up a can of peaches and hurled it at me at about mach 4. Luckily she missed, because I didn't see that coming at all, and it put a sizable hole in the concrete wall behind me. While she was selecting a second nutritious projectile, I dashed forward and knocked her cart over, she fell face first onto the ground, and the cart lay on top of her. I stomped on her head as hard and as fast as I could about 20 times... but all I managed to do was scrape off the skin around her head. Underneath was a solid metal head with 8 tiny red eyes placed like spider eyes. It had no other features. The robot lifted itself off the ground, throwing me off in the process, and just sort of slid or possibly floated back up into the grocery cart, which had stood back up on it's own somehow. It then sprouted four obviously mechanical arms from it's sides. With six arms it picked up various cans, and put me into a world of trouble. Five missed, the other one clipped the side of my knee, and probably fractured a bone or two. I got around the end of aisle before a second volley could be fired. The robot resumed it's process of slowly rolling down aisles and going around corners... at least now I could see it over the aisles, because the extra four arms were all sticking up and waving around like Medusa's hair or something.
I limped my way over to the deli, and went back into the employee section. Due the restraints of living in a Sci-Fi dome city, the slaughterhouse was part of the grocery store. I found a live cow in the back, which I bit on the side of the neck. After a few seconds of confused mooing, it started curling up and drying on the edges. After a few more seconds it was nothing but a surreal cow statue of ash like substance, which tipped over and fell apart into no more than 4-5 pounds of dust. This process healed me completely. I had actually been getting considerably weaker and slower up until this point, especially while my helmet was off. I went back into the grocery store for round two at full strength.
My first plan was to get it out of the damned shopping cart, just because it was pissing my off. I went to the aisle next to it, and pushed the whole cereal section over onto it. The robot skittered low out from under the shelves like a spider... which looked very odd given that the arms, legs and torso still looked human. It's cart was mangled, so it stood up on it's human legs and slowly shuffled forward down the aisles... ignoring me completely when I wasn't in sight of it. I waited until it was in the bread aisle for my attack. I had a very large box of gobstoppers and a kitchen knife from the deli for weapons. I confronted the robot in the aisle, and it predictably began throwing foodstuffs at me. The bread, even at Mach 4, did not make an effective weapon. I tore open the gobstoppers and rolled them down the aisle. The shuffling robot immediately slipped on them and fell on it's back. It attempted to right itself, but continued to slip on gobstoppers... it did not have very good balance. I jumped from one end of the aisle into the middle of it and directly on top of the incredibly disturbing looking spider-old-woman--robot thing. I started pulling and hacking away at the joints where it's limbs were attached to it's body, since the head seemed undamagable. The limbs came off surprisingly easily, including the human looking ones, as they were really just the same thing with fake meat wrapped around them. With little resistance, I turned the robot into a squirming torso with a head. I then brought it outside, carried it about a block, and then dumped it into the lake. A few seconds later I heard a muffled explosion and the water rose a couple feet.
I don't remember what happened after that, or I woke up. I dunno which.
I just woke up from a dream about robots. Here's my attempt to write it down. Apparently, there were robots that had infiltrated society* by posing as real people. Some of them were in important or famous positions and some of them just acted like common folk. They were deemed a threat by whoever was giving me my orders. My superiors claimed that even in small groups they would be able to seize control of all the vital systems of the city... and do stuff.
*About 50,000 people living in a classic Sci-Fi dome structure on an inhospitable planet. Everything was designed to look like some kind of pristine and advanced overly culturally enriched East Indian city. Lots of the domes and minarets and crap. None of the people were East Indian that I saw, they were mostly Caucasian with a few Chinese thrown in here and there.
At first I thought I was some kind of Super-Soldier or Superhero or something, because I could jump several stories high and lift small cars and such... but as per usual it later turned out that I was some kind of vampiric thing. Why am I always some kind of vampiric thing in dreams?! I don't find vampires particularly fascinating while I'm awake! WTF! Anyway, I'll get into that more later.
The first secret robot I was sent after was posing as a famous race car driver. The race would go through the entire city, and he would only show up right as the race started, and disappear somehow after he crossed the finish line (always first) along with his car. This meant that if I was going to destroy him, I'd have to catch him in a race. The vehicles were heavily armored variations of Japanese sports cars, as was mine, because I decided to join the race to catch him instead of just laying a trap (which would have been a far simpler plan...). After speeding through the city for a couple minutes, we'd already pulled far ahead of the rest of the racers. I managed to pull up along side him and ram both of our vehicles over a turn on a bridge and permanently out of the race. I was wearing a white jumpsuit with completely covering accessories. Black gloves, boots, and a nearly fishbowlesque helmet completely protected me from the bad, bad sun. I also had blades fixed to my arms that projected parallel to my hands as 2-foot long swords.
Both the robot and I burst out of our wrecks with ease, he immediately recognized my mission and sprouted blades similar to mine. He was also wearing a similar outfit, but it had red shoulders and the helmet was open. We were a match in strength and speed. We started off without about 20 seconds of stabbing, slashing, and parrying. Neither of us landed a blow. He then jumped back and slammed his blades onto the ground, they started vibrating with a low hum, and electricity visible coursed along them. I leaped in with an overhead swing with my right arm and a block with my left, and was met with an explosive shock that sent my flying back where I came from. Parries from him now meant ouchies for me. Great. The electricity and vibrated stopped after he had shocked me once, but he slammed them on the ground again for the same effect. He just stared at me and grinned, not moving from his guarding position. I was the one that had to kill him... it's not like I could expect him to attack when he didn't have to. So... I tore a 5 foot tall metal lamp post out of the ground, and used it like a bat to hit a stone bench at him. He jumped out of the way with relative ease. The second time I hit another bench at him, but purposefully aimed way too high and off the mark anyway. He didn't move and just looked confused. I hit a third and final object, this time a drinking fountain, directly at him. He dodged out of the way... and right into a collision course with the still falling second bench. I just assumed he would dodge the exact same distance as the first time. Stupid robots and their precise evasive maneuvers. He was unable to parry in time before I could dash in and cross-cut him into four pieces. He was in fact wires and such on the inside.
The next robot came to me. Immediately. From behind, without me noticing. She apparently wasn't strong enough to kill me directly, so she tore off my helmet... leaving me to fry in the sun. Luckily for me I was wearing a balaclava under the helmet, although I had to spend some of my time looking down to keep direct sun from vaporizing my eyes. I only got a quick glimpse of her, but she was dressed like Disney's Snow White for no explainable reason. She could run very quickly, fast enough to keep away from me if I just ran after her... and I wanted my helmet back and her shooting sparks and twitching. We were right next to a large and very square artificial lake, and she began to run around it. A blast door for a tunnel on the other side of the lake was slowly closing, and she appeared to be heading for it. I'd never make it through running... so I tore off my arm blades, and while leaping as far forward into the lake as possible stuck them onto my feet as water skis. The lake actually had a current going in my direction, and somehow I would push off the water on small waves for more velocity and 10-foot or so jump. It would have been extremely fun if I wasn't so anxious about reaching my destination in time. She got there before me anyway, and I got there just fast enough to dive forward and slide under the door, breaking the blades off my feet on the outside of the door. The tunnel was crammed full of industrial equipment and large heavy metal objects like dumpsters. She could fit between them quickly and easily... I could not. At the other end of the tunnel, probably 100 yards away, was another slowly closing blast door. I really didn't want to get stuck in here... I quickly realized that one of the large industrial objects directly in front of me was an enormous rocket engine. I ripped off a panel and started frantically hitting buttons and switches. It beeped a lot, made a low grinding noise, and blasted the majority of the contents of the tunnel out the other end, while blasting itself through the first blast door. The tunnel was permanently open on both ends, and the robot had been crushed up against a wall by a dumpster. She was definitely shooting sparks and twitching, and my helmet was safe! Yay!
I immediately went across the street to grocery store, where I knew another robot was located. The grocery store had no one in it other than the robot, because this robot was clearly malfunctioning and scaring the crap out of people. It looked like a small old lady in a jogging suit, and she was sitting cross-legged inside a shopping cart. The cart was slowly rolling down aisles, seemingly unpowered, with her somehow directing it to go around corners. Yeah, weird. While she was rolling past the canned fruit I blocked her way at the end of the aisle. Without any expression she picked up a can of peaches and hurled it at me at about mach 4. Luckily she missed, because I didn't see that coming at all, and it put a sizable hole in the concrete wall behind me. While she was selecting a second nutritious projectile, I dashed forward and knocked her cart over, she fell face first onto the ground, and the cart lay on top of her. I stomped on her head as hard and as fast as I could about 20 times... but all I managed to do was scrape off the skin around her head. Underneath was a solid metal head with 8 tiny red eyes placed like spider eyes. It had no other features. The robot lifted itself off the ground, throwing me off in the process, and just sort of slid or possibly floated back up into the grocery cart, which had stood back up on it's own somehow. It then sprouted four obviously mechanical arms from it's sides. With six arms it picked up various cans, and put me into a world of trouble. Five missed, the other one clipped the side of my knee, and probably fractured a bone or two. I got around the end of aisle before a second volley could be fired. The robot resumed it's process of slowly rolling down aisles and going around corners... at least now I could see it over the aisles, because the extra four arms were all sticking up and waving around like Medusa's hair or something.
I limped my way over to the deli, and went back into the employee section. Due the restraints of living in a Sci-Fi dome city, the slaughterhouse was part of the grocery store. I found a live cow in the back, which I bit on the side of the neck. After a few seconds of confused mooing, it started curling up and drying on the edges. After a few more seconds it was nothing but a surreal cow statue of ash like substance, which tipped over and fell apart into no more than 4-5 pounds of dust. This process healed me completely. I had actually been getting considerably weaker and slower up until this point, especially while my helmet was off. I went back into the grocery store for round two at full strength.
My first plan was to get it out of the damned shopping cart, just because it was pissing my off. I went to the aisle next to it, and pushed the whole cereal section over onto it. The robot skittered low out from under the shelves like a spider... which looked very odd given that the arms, legs and torso still looked human. It's cart was mangled, so it stood up on it's human legs and slowly shuffled forward down the aisles... ignoring me completely when I wasn't in sight of it. I waited until it was in the bread aisle for my attack. I had a very large box of gobstoppers and a kitchen knife from the deli for weapons. I confronted the robot in the aisle, and it predictably began throwing foodstuffs at me. The bread, even at Mach 4, did not make an effective weapon. I tore open the gobstoppers and rolled them down the aisle. The shuffling robot immediately slipped on them and fell on it's back. It attempted to right itself, but continued to slip on gobstoppers... it did not have very good balance. I jumped from one end of the aisle into the middle of it and directly on top of the incredibly disturbing looking spider-old-woman--robot thing. I started pulling and hacking away at the joints where it's limbs were attached to it's body, since the head seemed undamagable. The limbs came off surprisingly easily, including the human looking ones, as they were really just the same thing with fake meat wrapped around them. With little resistance, I turned the robot into a squirming torso with a head. I then brought it outside, carried it about a block, and then dumped it into the lake. A few seconds later I heard a muffled explosion and the water rose a couple feet.
I don't remember what happened after that, or I woke up. I dunno which.
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
Theres nothing out of the world. If you cant find anything i would appreciate to know if i could send you my work so you can tell. Im really serious at THIS map and will finish it completly. I've made a temp email for that klp_vip@hotmail.com.
Full log ( note the name of the map is "maphelp" )
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg -nowadtextures maphelp
Entering maphelp.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ off ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\liquids.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (32 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\hlbasics.wad
- Contains 3 used textures, 42.86 percent of map (21 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\de_aztec.wad
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'SPECIAL_THANKS'
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'THANKS'
- Contains 1 used texture, 14.29 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\cs_oldvillage.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 28.57 percent of map (291 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\as_rising_sun.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 14.29 percent of map (49 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\kael\mes documents\hl mapping\wad\island.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (15 textures in wad)
Texture usage is at 0.09 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.33 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp maphelp
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
BSP generation successful, writing portal file 'maphelp.prt'
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
----- END hlbsp -----
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis maphelp
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file maphelp.log for the cause.
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad maphelp
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file maphelp.log for the cause.
Oh, good question. I only know box size (63 units if you are interested). It's probably no more than 5 or 6 but again I am not sure. It might be best to make a small simple map with a set of stairs, of varying height, to see which one you prefer. Light it with fullbright to make it a bit quicker.
Actually, that might be the crouch height. Ummm I'm forgetting now. It is twenty past one, be forgiving. Please.
Press on the "Smaller grid"-button. You'll see the current "snap on grid"-value in the lower right corner of Hammer, eg. "Snap on grid: 32" etc.
Just don't go too low or you'll have a hard time aligning the brushes which will just end up giving you leaks. When building the general structures of your map try not go below "snap on grid: 8". Only when you need to do some small specific detail in your map do you go below 8.
'Snap on grid' is your friend, not your enemy. You can decrease the grid-size by pressing the "Smaller grid-size"-button, and you'll see the current snap on grid-setting in the lower right corner of Hammer where it says eg. "Snap on grid: 16". Usually, there is no reason to go below "Snap on grid: 8" when building the larger structures of your map, using a "snap on grid"-value of eg. 1 will just give you a headache when trying to align your brushes and you'll just end up with small gaps here and there which will give you LEAKS. Generally, only go below 8 if you need to do some specific small detail in your map.
I have another problem now. I made a new map, but the ZHLT says:
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
If I upload my map, can anybody find it to me?
did you use vertex manipulation? If so, double-check the brush that you vertex-manipulated for any faults (though I still don't see what's so hard about using vertex manipulation. I mean, I'm a complete noob, but I haven't had one single problem using it and I've used it on a lot of different brushes).
I have another problem now. I made a new map, but the ZHLT says:
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
So... I had a dream a little minute ago. Instead of explaining things exactly as they happened, I'll explain it in a way that makes more sense.
It was a fairly generic medieval D&Dish setting. Towns, castles, swords and magic and such. I was a sorcerer working for a king, nobody but the king knew that I was actually the last of an ancient cabal of demons that was supposed to have been wiped off the world millennia ago. The king suddenly up and died, and everyone assumed that I was playing the "treacherous vizier" role and had assassinated him and was planning on usurping the throne. I had nothing to do with his death, and I had no interest in ruling the kingdom, so their suspicious and attempts to yield to me were without necessity.
The king had no family, and so the nobles of the kingdom decided to form a republic. The Senate apparently expected that I would join them or at least go away. I did neither. I stuck around in the castle because I had a really good setup going there, I had a whole floor to myself for magical experiments and sexy parties. Nobody was willing to try to force me out, because they knew I would probably throw a fireball at them or something. Also they didn't want to come to my floor and talk to me because demons wandered freely throughout the halls there... and they might get eaten by a succubus or something. As a side note, the nobles would not stop trying to warn me about the dangers of a man trying to summon and control succubi... what they didn't know was that I had created them thousands of years ago, and was in no danger of being seduced by my own offspring.
The Senate decided to send their armies into an allied country to help stop a genocidal invasion. I was all like, "Hey! Can I come too?!" and they were all like, "No.", but then I was all like, "Too bad! I'm coming anyway!". And so I did. The country we were aiding was the home of the very secluded and isolationist... I'll call them "Wood Elves". I never actually asked what kind of elves they were. By the time we reached their ransacked homeland, however, it had been completely destroyed. Due to my own explosively powerful intervention, the pillaging army (which consisted of just men, I think) was quickly routed. The land had used to be a forest, but was almost completely burned to the ground. The invaders were very thorough, and I only managed to find 2 survivors among the ruins, and as far as we and they knew, the only living Wood Elves left in the entire world. Unfortunately for them, they were both female. Other than being minorly injured and a little singed, they were both total hotties. I never asked, but they looked like they could have been sisters. They wore light metallic armor over dark green and silver dresses. Due to that and the longswords they carried I came to the concluded that they were soldiers. They had very interesting and identical tattoos on the left side of their faces that looked somewhat abstracted like curling branches and a few leaves. They were pale, tall and sported long voluminous brown hair. Whoever designed them even subconsciously was clearly me.
The elven women came with us back to our country, and back to our castle. They were immediately vocal about their distress pertaining to the likely annihilation of their species. Their kind hadn't enough genetic similarity to reproduce with humans or even other kinds of elves. Even if they found a surviving male, the genetic bottleneck would likely see them wiped out after only a few generations anyway. We discussed all of this in detail. I sent out my demonic children to see if they could find any Wood Elves who had gone to live in other countries. The two elven women reminded me of their isolationist policies, and that no Wood Elf had left their country of their own volition during the existence of their kind.
One of the succubi mentioned that incubi were capable of reproducing with any humanoid species, via a magical and much less genetically reliant method. This, however, would result in children that were far more demon than anything else... and did not satisfy the Wood Elves as a method for saving their species. This reminded me however, that as the creator of the succubi and incubi, I was capable of magically reproducing with any living thing. Seriously. Anything. Fish, bugs, plankton. Whatever it was, I could get lucky with it. The result of this sort of pregnancy produces offspring that is one-half genetically similar to the female, and one-half somewhat magically genetically randomized... and just a little bit on the demonic side. They still weren't fond of this idea, because it would mean that even if their offspring were male, the only way for their species to continue reproducing without "genetically" inbreeding would be with me. They were rather disgusted about my description of how that's also the only way to get more succubi and incubi, and how that seemed to be working out just fine. As a side note, succubi and incubi could only produce demonic versions of other species, and were incapable of reproducing with each other.
The elven women were not happy with my solution, and seemed to be of the opinion that it would be better for their race to disappear into oblivion than to be completely dependent on a demon for survival, and to have demonic blood running through their veins. I simply would not accept that, because I really, really wanted to have sex with them, and they certainly weren't going to do it just for fun. They quickly became aware of my intentions due to my lack of effort to hide them, and this only made them even more for the idea of facing annihilation. I remember well only one short conversation I had with one of them that went like this:
Elf Girl: "I don't think you'd make a very good father."
Me: "Actually, I hadn't even thought about that."
Elf Girl: "Exactly."
I decided to try and show that I had some devotion to their cause by going out myself to look for any Wood Elves in other places. Those I had sent out to find any earlier reported that they had found only one. Supposedly, a Wood Elf had been captured a long time ago by a powerful sorcerer, and he was now holding them in a dark tower in the middle of a lifeless desert. I was able to quickly bend my way through dimensions until arrived at the outer reaches of a magical barrier the sorcerer had erected to keep people like me from teleporting into his living room. Strangely, there was a guide waiting for me, sent by the sorcerer, to show me the way to the tower. Apparently one of my succubi had spoken to him about me. After about 10 miles into the desert by horseback, the guide had really gotten on my nerves. He wouldn't shut up about his family, and kept telling all kinds of pointless anecdotes about how precious his children were. After my subtle hints weren't enough to shut him up, I bashed him over the head and left him unconscious in the middle of the night out in the freezing desert where he probably died. Good riddance.
Upon arriving at the tower, which was at the end of a straight line of a road (What was the guide for!?) I found the front doors to be open. The sorcerer was waiting for me, he already knew who and what I was and had no intentions of attacking me. He greeted me as a friend and colleague, for he used demonic sorcery just like I did. He was a tall and very old middle-eastern man. He wore a red turban and black and gold robes. He had somewhat messy black make-up of some sort around his eyes. He moved like an old man, but I could tell it was a Yoda-esque act, and that he was entire capable of great and destructive feats of strength and magic. He showed me that he did indeed have an Elf held captive in his tower... although I really couldn't tell the differences between elven species. I honestly had no idea if she was the right kind of elf. She was different from the other two, she was very short (probably no more than 5' 2"), had darker complexion and black hair. I wasn't sure of her height because the sorcerer was keeping her in such a small cage that she couldn't even stand up or move more than a few inches in any direction. She had probably been there for hundreds of years, and I'm sure she'd lost her mind long ago due to the captivity and the experiments the sorcerer used her for.
I walked into the room she was kept in before the sorcerer, and when she saw me I'm sure she hadn't seen anyone but him in a very long time. She looked almost as if she was happily surprised and that I might rescue her, until the sorcerer casually walked in after me and made it clear we weren't enemies. I actually did consider killing the sorcerer and taking the girl back with me... but I wasn't completely sure I'd win in a duel with him, and he'd make a great partner for magical research. What I really wanted to do was have him bring his operation back to my castle, where we could perform dark arts together, and REALLY annoy the new republic. He'd have thousands of demons at his disposal that he wouldn't even have to put effort into controlling, and I'd make a friend! I also might be able to get the Elf to go along with my reproduction plan! She was crazy anyway, I'm sure she wouldn't even think about how it would all work like those overly pragmatic and analytical sisters.
Sadly... I never found out if any of this would work out... because I woke up. If I forgot anything important Crytax or Zarathustra will probably yell at me. The End.
I do small maps.. and I do complex thing on them... but I want to put them on a clan server... but they rejected them because it doesn't go over 40 fps :| ... but now I ahve in mind a big and kindof simple map... hope it will work.. thanks for the help
AJ, why is it the folder you upload your stuff to is atojer? As far as I can see that means very very small amounts of jer or your name is AaronTheodoreOpheliusJer.
Try Googling a list of entities.
Make a very small buyzone such that no-one can get to it.
weapon_strip will give people certain weapons, I think, and armoury entities allow weapons to be picked up - maybe.
Dunno.
Oh, water is just func_water.
Nah, this is the point! You have to integrate with respect to something; same for the derivative. The derivative is defined as a small change in one variable divided by a small change in another (where both changes are very very small). The integral is not as intuitive as that. So when you said "the rate you piss off admins" I assumed you meant the rate that points change with time. Therefore the integral of points would be, I dunno, actually, I fancy breakfast now.
Lolcat, if it is a good program, there should be a cehckbox that says "convert Actionscript as well" or something. SoThink has it for example, but in most cases this function is only available in the full version.
I tried SoThink, but seriously it sucks. It only can convert small .swf files. It gets stuck when it almost loads finish and makes my com lag.
I didn't even realize what you two are talking about, sorry Mssa.
Knives only: 1. Make a game_player_equip entity and in its properties make it give only a knife.
2. Make a small brush inside the map, but in a place INACCESSIBLE to players. Now turn it into a func_buyzone (with the ToEntity button on the right). This will not let players buy weapons.
and you can take a screenshot and use wally to make your own texutres. But i tried making my own and you cant get really big textures. Theyll be pretty small so i just decided to use the texutres i have or dl them
i looked in all 3 dimension i also tryed like this i made a really small map only the floor and info_player start only and i putted them i the very middle still it didnt compile it good
I had another weird dream last night. Along with a magical guardian-spirit cat named Astariel, I was defending a small town of helpless peasants from a demonic cloud and some really scary man or woman dressed in a way I can only describe as "Turbo Priest." Also the cat called me Azmagel. And I could shoot lightning from my fingertips. And Nezumi was there and he was helping an old woman water her garden.
Fantastic. You are some kind of psychopath genius.
I had another weird dream last night. Along with a magical guardian-spirit cat named Astariel, I was defending a small town of helpless peasants from a demonic cloud and some really scary man or woman dressed in a way I can only describe as "Turbo Priest." Also the cat called me Azmagel. And I could shoot lightning from my fingertips. And Nezumi was there and he was helping an old woman water her garden.
I kid, I kid. What happens if you delete everything, do a fresh install (I mean delete everything, config files 'n' all) and try making a map which is a small textured box with one light and one spawn?
As AaronJer has been telling me for some time to do I have downloaded Fortress Forever. Since he was so adamant that I try it I thought, hell, why not write it up as some kind of a review?
So here we are, safe in the FF truck. I will start by saying the FF is a very impressive mod. I'd equate the work that's gone into it as half a TF2 (which sems about right, to me; the installer is roughly half that of TF2 ad content-wise it seems close. The place where FF wins is on stock maps) which is really rather impressive for a team of volunteers. (Did I see the name Nezumi on a newspost? :p)
Then to the gameplay. I think they have done a good job of making Source feel like GoldSrc (a good thing? ). Everything is quite bouncy and, yes, fun. I would offer the criticism that the classes have perhaps a bit much health; even the Super Shotgun felt rather weak. Then there is the proliferation of weapons - seemingly every class has a shotgun and a primary weapon and a secondary weapon and grendes and ...
So I was a little bit confused by the choices. I haven't played all the classes yet (but I have played most) but it seems that the sniper is overpowered, particularly in the "Hunted" gametype. It was only ever a matter of time before someone got in a shot and once again Churchill-a-like was on the floor.
CPs are ok, if a little confusing. Spies on your team are very hard to spot (the small sign above the head doesn't really help). CTFs look to me like they would run into stalemates quite often (sentries are quite the bitch). I found it hard to tell when I was on fire and it was really difficult to work out the spread of certain weapons - TF2 goes the bright, colourful route of having trails for every weapon; but a few sparks would be nice when shots hit the wall. Please. Something like that. Of course the update is out today so perhaps I shall make another post about that and how it has changed from my limited experience - we shall see. One final thing is that there are not many servers. I know that there isn't a whole lot that anyone can do about that, servers being expensive things and all, but it does mean that I've not had a great taste of the gameplay.
I like the little touches though - the posters are great :) "Don't take candy from just anyone" - a warning against spies. The attention to detail is important. Good menu music as well. I need to find out who made it because I rather enjoy it.
In other news I have been trying to install a processor into my computerbox and it isn't working! Yay!
I made a awesome, im 25% through it, wont done it today,
And then it happend! I lost many maps beacuse of this, It looks like shit,
I change back from the smallest grid to normal, it's still Small grid, so it's like free brushing, but i can't make the correct size with this shit!
Someone got a AnsweR??
Please tell me!
Once a pawn a time, Jig Saw was on the Interwets and he done got a virus!
The virus re-ordered his filesystem and put oyster sauce on his keyboard so now matter how smart Jig Saw tried to sound it come out dumb and stinky.
But Jig Saw had a plan. If he could get the community behind it, he and the others could create a story so powerful and emotionally draining, it could kill the virus.
So Jig Saw went to the SuperJer Forum and put his letters and punctuation in a box and clicked "Hope."
Unfortunatly they refuse to help him.
Being So Bitterly Rejected he loses all hope and is about to give up.Then he got an Idea ...mabye if he could get a conversation going that was interesting and unquie there might still be a chance!
The next few minutes Jrkookid start getting the story on and he said this firetruck is a waste of time! but Jig Saw knew that he left the refrigerator freezer open and now he is about to catch a cold! and yet Jig Saw refuses to give up!
Barely able to sit up on Jigsaw goes endlessly typing. Hoping that mabye somehow he just might be able to reliquish the virus once and for all,But the virus seems to have a mind of its own.It throws pop-up and irrefusable offers but some how jigsaw manages to on!
And yet Jig Saw just happen to notice that there was a McDonalds right across the street! But when he enters the door he accidently got hit in the head with a soccer ball! And his memory has been lost! O NOEZ!!!! Then God knew that the only way for Jig Saw was to get back his memory and defeat the virus was to once again call in Havokk Edge , Jrkookid , Edan , Down Rodeo's help forming the SUPER AWESOME HEROIC BLAZEST IMMORTAL GALACTIC CONQUEST TEAM!!!!
Somehow Jigsaw finds his way home he explores it for awhile.Looking around he starts to remember a lil bit,but nothing of his quest to destroy the virus.Eventually he stumbles into the computer room and sees the computer.He gets on and pulls up the internet.Somehow Superjer.com was his homepage and Everything returned...HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING,BUT before he could start back he suddenly just Blacked Out....
An hour later Jig Saw woke up.He saw a man with a purple furry suit and a cane. Then the man said
Quote:
I am Master Pimp Havokk. I am here to help you!
They went to a limo and Havokk said. Lets go to Dakookid's House. Jig Saw's memory was coming back slightly. Moments later they arrived to a mansion with a highly advanced security system. A voice says
Quote:
Who's There?
Havokk says
Quote:
It's me Havokk and with me is Jig Saw.
The voice replies
Quote:
Excellent
Then a door appears out of no where.
Havokk n Jig Saw enters through the door. Jig Saw a familiar face. He said. Hey there Jig Saw its me Jrkookid , a Spartan-II warrior from the distant future. Come with me to the Arsenal. There lies a section which has a red headband, a red suit, Some boots and a longsword. The encryption said "Vincent Valentine". Jig Saw puts on the armor and his entire memory comes back to him! The virus is no ordinary virus! It is an evil spirit which is trapped in his computer! The spirit's true form is very devastating. Jrkookid , Havokk , Edan , Down Rodeo and Jig Saw fought in a great war with this monster for hundreds of years!!! And now Jig Saw said " Lets Finish the Fight! "
So they suited up a walked up o the giant computer.Jigsaw went to the keyboard and typed something on the keyboard and pressed ENTER.then they were forcfully sucked into the computer.After they all arrived they started to thnk of thier next move.So they uploaded a cmpfire ad tent and sat around it.they though sinc it had been such a long day they would rest and continue tomarrow.As the sun sat they sat around the fire catching up with thier friens they hadnt seen in awhile.
The day final came for the final battle.for the battle had been brought to them.As they were all leaving the tent a army of small virus lined the horizon.Havokk lifted up his sword and gave a battle cry :"CRY HAVOKK!"everyones but Jig saw charged in with bullets and blades as Jigsaw stared down his most thoughtful enemy.The Virus itself.It stood on a hilltop on a crotch rocket and charged down at Jig Saw.
The battle took outside the computer and into another dimension where the great war was held. Havokk killed about 107 soldiers already I , Dakookid , Killed bout 112 soldiers with my sniper rifle while Jig Saw had a sword battle with "Supremus Omegas" AKA the virus. Our army was decreasing by 5% day after day. About 5 days later we called in a 1 Hour worth of Air STrikes to cover us while we are retreating. Now we must setup a battle plan!
so we upload an undergrond hideout and another fire.while resting Havokk gives Jigsaw his guns.He tells him that he left them at the camp be4 the fight and to not forget them next time.Jigsaw takes them shines them and loads them.He points one at Havokk and shoots him in the foot to release all the anger that he built up that day so he wouldnt go off.Then he puts them in his holister and goes off to bed
He wakes up. And sees everyone standing there.
Naked.
AND THEN EVERYONE HAD SEX. LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX. BUTT SEX, STRAPON SEX, EVEN ORAL SEX (zomg)
And then everyone instantly died from implosion, due to an overexposure to System of a Down.
But then suddenly System of a Down broke up, and aliens decide to take over the world.
Only a few ppl survive, but SRAW leads the human resistance.
This is better known as the 6hour war and half life 2
Once a pawn a time, Jig Saw was on the Interwets and he done got a virus!
The virus re-ordered his filesystem and put oyster sauce on his keyboard so now matter how smart Jig Saw tried to sound it come out dumb and stinky.
But Jig Saw had a plan. If he could get the community behind it, he and the others could create a story so powerful and emotionally draining, it could kill the virus.
So Jig Saw went to the SuperJer Forum and put his letters and punctuation in a box and clicked "Hope."
Unfortunatly they refuse to help him.
Being So Bitterly Rejected he loses all hope and is about to give up.Then he got an Idea ...mabye if he could get a conversation going that was interesting and unquie there might still be a chance!
The next few minutes Jrkookid start getting the story on and he said this firetruck is a waste of time! but Jig Saw knew that he left the refrigerator freezer open and now he is about to catch a cold! and yet Jig Saw refuses to give up!
Barely able to sit up on Jigsaw goes endlessly typing. Hoping that mabye somehow he just might be able to reliquish the virus once and for all,But the virus seems to have a mind of its own.It throws pop-up and irrefusable offers but some how jigsaw manages to on!
And yet Jig Saw just happen to notice that there was a McDonalds right across the street! But when he enters the door he accidently got hit in the head with a soccer ball! And his memory has been lost! O NOEZ!!!! Then God knew that the only way for Jig Saw was to get back his memory and defeat the virus was to once again call in Havokk Edge , Jrkookid , Edan , Down Rodeo's help forming the SUPER AWESOME HEROIC BLAZEST IMMORTAL GALACTIC CONQUEST TEAM!!!!
Somehow Jigsaw finds his way home he explores it for awhile.Looking around he starts to remember a lil bit,but nothing of his quest to destroy the virus.Eventually he stumbles into the computer room and sees the computer.He gets on and pulls up the internet.Somehow Superjer.com was his homepage and Everything returned...HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING,BUT before he could start back he suddenly just Blacked Out....
An hour later Jig Saw woke up.He saw a man with a purple furry suit and a cane. Then the man said
Quote:
I am Master Pimp Havokk. I am here to help you!
They went to a limo and Havokk said. Lets go to Dakookid's House. Jig Saw's memory was coming back slightly. Moments later they arrived to a mansion with a highly advanced security system. A voice says
Quote:
Who's There?
Havokk says
Quote:
It's me Havokk and with me is Jig Saw.
The voice replies
Quote:
Excellent
Then a door appears out of no where.
Havokk n Jig Saw enters through the door. Jig Saw a familiar face. He said. Hey there Jig Saw its me Jrkookid , a Spartan-II warrior from the distant future. Come with me to the Arsenal. There lies a section which has a red headband, a red suit, Some boots and a longsword. The encryption said "Vincent Valentine". Jig Saw puts on the armor and his entire memory comes back to him! The virus is no ordinary virus! It is an evil spirit which is trapped in his computer! The spirit's true form is very devastating. Jrkookid , Havokk , Edan , Down Rodeo and Jig Saw fought in a great war with this monster for hundreds of years!!! And now Jig Saw said " Lets Finish the Fight! "
So they suited up a walked up o the giant computer.Jigsaw went to the keyboard and typed something on the keyboard and pressed ENTER.then they were forcfully sucked into the computer.After they all arrived they started to thnk of thier next move.So they uploaded a cmpfire ad tent and sat around it.they though sinc it had been such a long day they would rest and continue tomarrow.As the sun sat they sat around the fire catching up with thier friens they hadnt seen in awhile.
The day final came for the final battle.for the battle had been brought to them.As they were all leaving the tent a army of small virus lined the horizon.Havokk lifted up his sword and gave a battle cry :"CRY HAVOKK!"everyones but Jig saw charged in with bullets and blades as Jigsaw stared down his most thoughtful enemy.The Virus itself.It stood on a hilltop on a crotch rocket and charged down at Jig Saw.
The battle took outside the computer and into another dimension where the great war was held. Havokk killed about 107 soldiers already I , Dakookid , Killed bout 112 soldiers with my sniper rifle while Jig Saw had a sword battle with "Supremus Omegas" AKA the virus. Our army was decreasing by 5% day after day. About 5 days later we called in a 1 Hour worth of Air STrikes to cover us while we are retreating. Now we must setup a battle plan!
so we upload an undergrond hideout and another fire.while resting Havokk gives Jigsaw his guns.He tells him that he left them at the camp be4 the fight and to not forget them next time.Jigsaw takes them shines them and loads them.He points one at Havokk and shoots him in the foot to release all the anger that he built up that day so he wouldnt go off.Then he puts them in his holister and goes off to bed
He wakes up. And sees everyone standing there.
Naked.
AND THEN EVERYONE HAD SEX. LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX. BUTT SEX, STRAPON SEX, EVEN ORAL SEX (zomg)
And then everyone instantly died from implosion, due to an overexposure to System of a Down.
Once a pawn a time, Jig Saw was on the Interwets and he done got a virus!
The virus re-ordered his filesystem and put oyster sauce on his keyboard so now matter how smart Jig Saw tried to sound it come out dumb and stinky.
But Jig Saw had a plan. If he could get the community behind it, he and the others could create a story so powerful and emotionally draining, it could kill the virus.
So Jig Saw went to the SuperJer Forum and put his letters and punctuation in a box and clicked "Hope."
Unfortunatly they refuse to help him.
Being So Bitterly Rejected he loses all hope and is about to give up.Then he got an Idea ...mabye if he could get a conversation going that was interesting and unquie there might still be a chance!
The next few minutes Jrkookid start getting the story on and he said this firetruck is a waste of time! but Jig Saw knew that he left the refrigerator freezer open and now he is about to catch a cold! and yet Jig Saw refuses to give up!
Barely able to sit up on Jigsaw goes endlessly typing. Hoping that mabye somehow he just might be able to reliquish the virus once and for all,But the virus seems to have a mind of its own.It throws pop-up and irrefusable offers but some how jigsaw manages to on!
And yet Jig Saw just happen to notice that there was a McDonalds right across the street! But when he enters the door he accidently got hit in the head with a soccer ball! And his memory has been lost! O NOEZ!!!! Then God knew that the only way for Jig Saw was to get back his memory and defeat the virus was to once again call in Havokk Edge , Jrkookid , Edan , Down Rodeo's help forming the SUPER AWESOME HEROIC BLAZEST IMMORTAL GALACTIC CONQUEST TEAM!!!!
Somehow Jigsaw finds his way home he explores it for awhile.Looking around he starts to remember a lil bit,but nothing of his quest to destroy the virus.Eventually he stumbles into the computer room and sees the computer.He gets on and pulls up the internet.Somehow Superjer.com was his homepage and Everything returned...HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING,BUT before he could start back he suddenly just Blacked Out....
An hour later Jig Saw woke up.He saw a man with a purple furry suit and a cane. Then the man said
Quote:
I am Master Pimp Havokk. I am here to help you!
They went to a limo and Havokk said. Lets go to Dakookid's House. Jig Saw's memory was coming back slightly. Moments later they arrived to a mansion with a highly advanced security system. A voice says
Quote:
Who's There?
Havokk says
Quote:
It's me Havokk and with me is Jig Saw.
The voice replies
Quote:
Excellent
Then a door appears out of no where.
Havokk n Jig Saw enters through the door. Jig Saw a familiar face. He said. Hey there Jig Saw its me Jrkookid , a Spartan-II warrior from the distant future. Come with me to the Arsenal. There lies a section which has a red headband, a red suit, Some boots and a longsword. The encryption said "Vincent Valentine". Jig Saw puts on the armor and his entire memory comes back to him! The virus is no ordinary virus! It is an evil spirit which is trapped in his computer! The spirit's true form is very devastating. Jrkookid , Havokk , Edan , Down Rodeo and Jig Saw fought in a great war with this monster for hundreds of years!!! And now Jig Saw said " Lets Finish the Fight! "
So they suited up a walked up o the giant computer.Jigsaw went to the keyboard and typed something on the keyboard and pressed ENTER.then they were forcfully sucked into the computer.After they all arrived they started to thnk of thier next move.So they uploaded a cmpfire ad tent and sat around it.they though sinc it had been such a long day they would rest and continue tomarrow.As the sun sat they sat around the fire catching up with thier friens they hadnt seen in awhile.
The day final came for the final battle.for the battle had been brought to them.As they were all leaving the tent a army of small virus lined the horizon.Havokk lifted up his sword and gave a battle cry :"CRY HAVOKK!"everyones but Jig saw charged in with bullets and blades as Jigsaw stared down his most thoughtful enemy.The Virus itself.It stood on a hilltop on a crotch rocket and charged down at Jig Saw.
The battle took outside the computer and into another dimension where the great war was held. Havokk killed about 107 soldiers already I , Dakookid , Killed bout 112 soldiers with my sniper rifle while Jig Saw had a sword battle with "Supremus Omegas" AKA the virus. Our army was decreasing by 5% day after day. About 5 days later we called in a 1 Hour worth of Air STrikes to cover us while we are retreating. Now we must setup a battle plan!
so we upload an undergrond hideout and another fire.while resting Havokk gives Jigsaw his guns.He tells him that he left them at the camp be4 the fight and to not forget them next time.Jigsaw takes them shines them and loads them.He points one at Havokk and shoots him in the foot to release all the anger that he built up that day so he wouldnt go off.Then he puts them in his holister and goes off to bed
Once a pawn a time, Jig Saw was on the Interwets and he done got a virus!
The virus re-ordered his filesystem and put oyster sauce on his keyboard so now matter how smart Jig Saw tried to sound it come out dumb and stinky.
But Jig Saw had a plan. If he could get the community behind it, he and the others could create a story so powerful and emotionally draining, it could kill the virus.
So Jig Saw went to the SuperJer Forum and put his letters and punctuation in a box and clicked "Hope."
Unfortunatly they refuse to help him.
Being So Bitterly Rejected he loses all hope and is about to give up.Then he got an Idea ...mabye if he could get a conversation going that was interesting and unquie there might still be a chance!
The next few minutes Jrkookid start getting the story on and he said this firetruck is a waste of time! but Jig Saw knew that he left the refrigerator freezer open and now he is about to catch a cold! and yet Jig Saw refuses to give up!
Barely able to sit up on Jigsaw goes endlessly typing. Hoping that mabye somehow he just might be able to reliquish the virus once and for all,But the virus seems to have a mind of its own.It throws pop-up and irrefusable offers but some how jigsaw manages to on!
And yet Jig Saw just happen to notice that there was a McDonalds right across the street! But when he enters the door he accidently got hit in the head with a soccer ball! And his memory has been lost! O NOEZ!!!! Then God knew that the only way for Jig Saw was to get back his memory and defeat the virus was to once again call in Havokk Edge , Jrkookid , Edan , Down Rodeo's help forming the SUPER AWESOME HEROIC BLAZEST IMMORTAL GALACTIC CONQUEST TEAM!!!!
Somehow Jigsaw finds his way home he explores it for awhile.Looking around he starts to remember a lil bit,but nothing of his quest to destroy the virus.Eventually he stumbles into the computer room and sees the computer.He gets on and pulls up the internet.Somehow Superjer.com was his homepage and Everything returned...HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING,BUT before he could start back he suddenly just Blacked Out....
An hour later Jig Saw woke up.He saw a man with a purple furry suit and a cane. Then the man said
Quote:
I am Master Pimp Havokk. I am here to help you!
They went to a limo and Havokk said. Lets go to Dakookid's House. Jig Saw's memory was coming back slightly. Moments later they arrived to a mansion with a highly advanced security system. A voice says
Quote:
Who's There?
Havokk says
Quote:
It's me Havokk and with me is Jig Saw.
The voice replies
Quote:
Excellent
Then a door appears out of no where.
Havokk n Jig Saw enters through the door. Jig Saw a familiar face. He said. Hey there Jig Saw its me Jrkookid , a Spartan-II warrior from the distant future. Come with me to the Arsenal. There lies a section which has a red headband, a red suit, Some boots and a longsword. The encryption said "Vincent Valentine". Jig Saw puts on the armor and his entire memory comes back to him! The virus is no ordinary virus! It is an evil spirit which is trapped in his computer! The spirit's true form is very devastating. Jrkookid , Havokk , Edan , Down Rodeo and Jig Saw fought in a great war with this monster for hundreds of years!!! And now Jig Saw said " Lets Finish the Fight! "
So they suited up a walked up o the giant computer.Jigsaw went to the keyboard and typed something on the keyboard and pressed ENTER.then they were forcfully sucked into the computer.After they all arrived they started to thnk of thier next move.So they uploaded a cmpfire ad tent and sat around it.they though sinc it had been such a long day they would rest and continue tomarrow.As the sun sat they sat around the fire catching up with thier friens they hadnt seen in awhile.
The day final came for the final battle.for the battle had been brought to them.As they were all leaving the tent a army of small virus lined the horizon.Havokk lifted up his sword and gave a battle cry :"CRY HAVOKK!"everyones but Jig saw charged in with bullets and blades as Jigsaw stared down his most thoughtful enemy.The Virus itself.It stood on a hilltop on a crotch rocket and charged down at Jig Saw.
The battle took outside the computer and into another dimension where the great war was held. Havokk killed about 107 soldiers already I , Dakookid , Killed bout 112 soldiers with my sniper rifle while Jig Saw had a sword battle with "Supremus Omegas" AKA the virus. Our army was decreasing by 5% day after day. About 5 days later we called in a 1 Hour worth of Air STrikes to cover us while we are retreating. Now we must setup a battle plan!
Once a pawn a time, Jig Saw was on the Interwets and he done got a virus!
The virus re-ordered his filesystem and put oyster sauce on his keyboard so now matter how smart Jig Saw tried to sound it come out dumb and stinky.
But Jig Saw had a plan. If he could get the community behind it, he and the others could create a story so powerful and emotionally draining, it could kill the virus.
So Jig Saw went to the SuperJer Forum and put his letters and punctuation in a box and clicked "Hope."
Unfortunatly they refuse to help him.
Being So Bitterly Rejected he loses all hope and is about to give up.Then he got an Idea ...mabye if he could get a conversation going that was interesting and unquie there might still be a chance!
The next few minutes Jrkookid start getting the story on and he said this firetruck is a waste of time! but Jig Saw knew that he left the refrigerator freezer open and now he is about to catch a cold! and yet Jig Saw refuses to give up!
Barely able to sit up on Jigsaw goes endlessly typing. Hoping that mabye somehow he just might be able to reliquish the virus once and for all,But the virus seems to have a mind of its own.It throws pop-up and irrefusable offers but some how jigsaw manages to on!
And yet Jig Saw just happen to notice that there was a McDonalds right across the street! But when he enters the door he accidently got hit in the head with a soccer ball! And his memory has been lost! O NOEZ!!!! Then God knew that the only way for Jig Saw was to get back his memory and defeat the virus was to once again call in Havokk Edge , Jrkookid , Edan , Down Rodeo's help forming the SUPER AWESOME HEROIC BLAZEST IMMORTAL GALACTIC CONQUEST TEAM!!!!
Somehow Jigsaw finds his way home he explores it for awhile.Looking around he starts to remember a lil bit,but nothing of his quest to destroy the virus.Eventually he stumbles into the computer room and sees the computer.He gets on and pulls up the internet.Somehow Superjer.com was his homepage and Everything returned...HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING,BUT before he could start back he suddenly just Blacked Out....
An hour later Jig Saw woke up.He saw a man with a purple furry suit and a cane. Then the man said
Quote:
I am Master Pimp Havokk. I am here to help you!
They went to a limo and Havokk said. Lets go to Dakookid's House. Jig Saw's memory was coming back slightly. Moments later they arrived to a mansion with a highly advanced security system. A voice says
Quote:
Who's There?
Havokk says
Quote:
It's me Havokk and with me is Jig Saw.
The voice replies
Quote:
Excellent
Then a door appears out of no where.
Havokk n Jig Saw enters through the door. Jig Saw a familiar face. He said. Hey there Jig Saw its me Jrkookid , a Spartan-II warrior from the distant future. Come with me to the Arsenal. There lies a section which has a red headband, a red suit, Some boots and a longsword. The encryption said "Vincent Valentine". Jig Saw puts on the armor and his entire memory comes back to him! The virus is no ordinary virus! It is an evil spirit which is trapped in his computer! The spirit's true form is very devastating. Jrkookid , Havokk , Edan , Down Rodeo and Jig Saw fought in a great war with this monster for hundreds of years!!! And now Jig Saw said " Lets Finish the Fight! "
So they suited up a walked up o the giant computer.Jigsaw went to the keyboard and typed something on the keyboard and pressed ENTER.then they were forcfully sucked into the computer.After they all arrived they started to thnk of thier next move.So they uploaded a cmpfire ad tent and sat around it.they though sinc it had been such a long day they would rest and continue tomarrow.As the sun sat they sat around the fire catching up with thier friens they hadnt seen in awhile.
The day final came for the final battle.for the battle had been brought to them.As they were all leaving the tent a army of small virus lined the horizon.Havokk lifted up his sword and gave a battle cry :"CRY HAVOKK!"everyones but Jig saw charged in with bullets and blades as Jigsaw stared down his most thoughtful enemy.The Virus itself.It stood on a hilltop on a crotch rocket and charged down at Jig Saw.
WTF Are you freakin' crazy your map is HUGE! Its too big!
Valve Hammer Editor said:
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
And you map only has one CT and one T spawn point. And 1 light.
(Click for image) And whats your email? I'll send to you a modified version if you want.
Wheres that guy unkillable? I answered his question and coolcat is the only one that responded.
WTF Are you freakin' crazy your map is HUGE! Its too big!
Valve Hammer Editor said:
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
And you map only has one CT and one T spawn point. And 1 light.
(Click for image) And whats your email? I'll send to you a modified version if you want.
pls can someone help i tried loading the pointfile and finding the leak but ive been doing it for the last 2 hours and still can't find it
pls if you download just tell me where the leak is and i will fix it
Just woke up from one heck of a dream at 1:00 PM PST today. This is what I managed to write down before forgetting all the details. I usually don't get 3 hours to remember and write! I was lucky today! Not nearly as good as the last one, though. I don't remember any of the dialogue except one line...
I title this dream: The Witch of Faraxia. Because she was the only person with a name.
The Witch of Faraxia is a very old (like hundreds of years old) woman from a long destroyed city called Faraxia. Everyone just thinks her name is 'Faraxia' because of the fact that they've never heard of the city Faraxia. She is supposedly very good at summoning spirits and gods into a physical form. She wore a brown hooded robe, sported stringy grey hair, and you couldn't ever see her eyes due to the hood.
The very first thing that happens in this dream is that she tries to summon me into a physical form. I was the the sorcerer king of ancient Faraxia, long dead from the time of the terrible catastrophe that left the entire city permanently frozen in ice. As we all know, sorcerer kings are ALWAYS evil, so her summoning of me was probably a bad idea. She was unable to summon me into a physical form. She could only grant me an ethereal body that could have little effect on the world. I didn't get a good look at myself in this form, but I could see that my hands were transparent and skeletal. I can only assume I was very much like the popular image of a 'phantasm'. I looked for a mirror, but the dark hole of a room she summoned me into didn't have much in the way of decorations. Other than the magical symbols drawn on the floor, of course.
Apparently everyone who died in Faraxia is nearly impossible to summon because a god is specifically keeping them all from leaving the afterlife. In most cases Faraxia's people would be unsummonable, but I was 'pushing from the other side' so to speak, and could at least come back as a ghostie. I had been a last resort for the Witch, she really didn't want to risk summoning me. But she wanted to bring her daughter back from the dead before she herself died of old age and she couldn't break the god's curse on her own. I told her that I would help her out of spite for the god that was keeping me from coming back into the living world. This actually quite true. What I didn't tell her was that I was going to possess during the ceremony to resurrect her daughter. She'd be unable to defend herself if she wanted her daughter back, so she'd be an easy target and a very powerful physical medium for me.
Everything went entirely according to my plan. I possessed the Witch of Faraxia just as her daughter regained physical (and naked, woohoo!) form. This meant that her daughter would never even know I had been summoned, so wouldn't suspect that I wasn't who I looked like. I then had to put up with being unfortunately old, female, and blood-related to this girl. At least this body had the magic mojo equivalent of Super Gandalf. I had to use the majority of my own power keeping the Witch possessed and keeping myself from being torn back into the afterlife by the god who I'm sure was starting to get very disturbed by my prolonged presence in the living world. The Witch's daughter didn't have to worry about the god trying to kick her back to the afterlife again, because the curse keeping her dead was only a side-effect of the curse that was supposed to keep ME dead. The witch's daughter looked like Brigitte Bardot (from the 60's) with black hair. The Witch apparently had kept her daughters personal belongings for the past couple hundred years, because there was an outfit that fit her perfectly laid out on the floor. It was an ornate, silver suit of lorica segmentata with metal greaves and bracers, leather leggings, a long sleeved black tunic and cape and a silver ring that I can only assume was magical in some way. It was heavy armor and unfortunately left much to the imagination. I recognized what she was wearing as the armor of a soldier of Faraxia, probably an officer. Completely breaking with the Roman style of her armor, she carried an English longbow and a hand-axe.
I told the Witch's daughter that I had summoned her so that she could go with me to Faraxia and ask the god to free the city from the freezing curse. She apparently didn't know much about the sorcerer king or why the city had been frozen, so she obliged without resistance. I got the feeling that the Witch didn't know her daughter very well, because she didn't trouble me with many personal conversations that I'd have to improvise with. The Witch's daughter seemed obedient, but somewhat distant and even slightly fearful. Apparently the girl expected her mother to be cold and business-like, so I didn't have to fake much of anything. I thought the fact that I didn't know her name was going to be a huge boulder in the road, but calling her 'you' or just telling her to do things without addressing her didn't upset her.
We traveled to Faraxia on a very uneventful boat, we climbed a few hills and crossed a river or two and even blazed a trail through a forest. It was all terribly boring. I'd just as soon use my magic to instantly transport us to Faraxia, but that's a power that the Witch shouldn't have and it might raise questions. We arrived at the outskirts of the curse hanging over Faraxia. It got cold and fast. There had been moisture in the air so everything was covered in a thin sheet of ice, but it didn't snow here. It was far too cold. I could use a simple sort of spell to keep the both of us from freezing to death (which would've taken less than an hour) and keep us mostly comfortable. Ahead of us was a building that was not covered in magical ice, and so must have been constructed after the freeze. It was a small wooden cabin with a stone chimney, only a couple hundred square feet. The billowing black some could only mean it was inhabited. I had no idea what this could mean. There was no reason why someone would want to try to live here.
The building sheltered a dozen sorceresses in training and their teacher. They were on a pilgrimage to visit their patron god. The same deceitful god who froze my city and killed me! I can't remember what happened, but I'm positive the god had tricked me in some way and that it was the cause of my downfall. They were protected from the fatal temperature by their allegiance or some rituals or something. I didn't know or care very much. I told them we were the last living Faraxians and wished to apologize to their god for what the sorcerer king had done and pledge our allegiance to him. They didn't question my motives.
We traveled into the city, you could barely tell that the city was medieval in style due to them much thicker sheets of ice that covered it. We made our way to the palace in the center of the city. The drawbridge to the palace was completely missing, but the moat was frozen over so you could just walk across. Inside it looked like a barely symmetrical white cavern due to all the ice hanging down. Straight ahead my old throne lay under at least a foot of ice, and a seat made out of ice sat atop it. The sorceresses busied themselves with their ritual to summon their god. This actually worked out quite well for me, because I didn't have to waste any energy summoning him myself. They all merely wished to gaze upon him and receive his blessing.
The god had apparently noticed us interlopers, and would not appear before us unless we proved the strength of our will to see him. From the ice rose a frozen cat-like beast. I sent the Witch's daughter to fight it. I stayed back and imbued her with the strength and speed required to defeat such a creature. This was also a power the Witch shouldn't have, but I was SO close and there weren't any other options. For what seemed like a much longer period of time than it really was, the Witch's daughter fought the monstrosity. The ring I assumed had magical properties could be used like a shield, hold up you hand as if you were holding a shield and it would deflect blows. Her bow was quite useless at this short range, so she fought with axe and 'shield'. The battle continued until the Witch's daughter was unable to continue fighting. The thing didn't kill her, it just pinned her down. The god, fortunately, was impressed with her will to keep fighting and deemed us worthy. The creature atop her shattered into tiny shards and was no more. The god finally appeared, an ethereal cat-like humanoid sitting in the throne of ice. This was very good for me, he was ethereal and was therefore something I could fight without needing to possess the Witch. I burst forth from the Witch in a cloud of dark smoke and floated before my nemesis in phantasmal form. He just looked at me, he clearly recognized who I was, but was apparently waiting for me to make a move.
I menaced, "Shouldn't you be busy murdering your allies and destroying cities? Get outta my seat!"
At this point he stood, and the Dawn of Sorrow version of 'Dance of Illusions' started playing. An amazingly appropriate piece in name and sound for what was happening. I could see my reflection in the ice now. I was a transparent skeleton as I had thought. I was wearing armor similar to the Witch's daughter's, but it was more ornate and much lighter. The armor itself was silver with burgundy highlights. I had a long, burgundy coat on over my armor, not dissimilar to a trench coat but more flared. I had a thin robe under my armor instead of a tunic, it was tied with a belt and obscured my feet entirely. I levitated everywhere I went, so it's not like I had to worry about tripping. When I closed my right fist a sword shimmered into existence. It was transparent as I was and bright white. It was a 19th century saber like what cavalry would carry. The god remained unarmored, but lifted a somewhat crudely formed broadsword of ice out of the ground. As we circled each other for a moment, hovering in the air, thousands of phantasmal being like me appeared in the hall around us. These were the cursed people of Faraxia and the god was apparently too busy focusing his power against me to keep them from coming to watch the fight.
Our actual fight only lasted about a minute and a half. We quickly maneuvered around each other, fading in and out of sight and would clash swords, strike and parry quicker than humanly possible and then back away from each other. We did this three times until he ran me straight through the chest as I attempted to recover from a poorly executed parry. I dropped my sword, used my right hand to grab onto his sword to keep him from pulling away, and turned to face the very confused sorceresses who were watching us fight. I reached out with my left hand and magically sucked the life out of them. They fell to the floor as bones and dust. I glowed very brightly for a moment and crushed the god's sword in my hand. Before he could back away I grabbed his shoulders and similarly sucked the life out of him. He turned very pale and hung in the air barely able to lift his head enough to look at me. Without a word from either of us I rematerialized my sword in my hand and cut him vertically in two. He shattered and disappeared.
The ice faded away and the cursed spirits of the dead went with it. I used the life I sucked from the god to reform my living body and happily strolled over to my throne. The Witch hadn't died from my possession, and had managed to stand at this point. Her daughter had sat up and was obviously totally confused about what had just happened. The Witch looked angry as if she intended to do something about me, but I told her that she and her daughter were both still alive and that they had better not even complain. She told me that I would doom the entire world with my war against the gods, but I thought otherwise. It's true I had a penchant for angering the gods, but now that I had killed one it was unlikely that the others would risk themselves in an attempt to chastise me. This is where I woke up and started furiously writing.
is everything on the same drive ? ( your cs should also be on that drive )
also are all the wad files you had in hammer in the cs folder ?
make sure that all the paths to your wad files in "hammer -> tools -> options -> textures " are where the actual wadfile is (but only if you moved any wads from the lace you added them)
also if you have ZHTL on drive D then all your wadfiles should be on drive D to
so everything on the same drive .
EDIT : i got this error sometimes when i had strange brushes in my map . check for any very small or strange shaped brushes
like for example i had a cylinder that had 32 faces and was about as big in game as a rope in real life , and it caused that error
if you carved with any strange shapes , or just have some strange shapes then that mite also be the cause of the problem
I culdnt find expert.fgd on my PC .. so I downloaded from internet halflife-cs-expert.fgd ... I forgot where I found it on net... but this is what was writen in read me txt file :
===============
This is my "Expert" CS FGD file for WorldCraft.
I'm calling it the "Expert" FGD as I've added
a number of entities that are difficult to use
and/or not very "realistic" for cs maps. The
new entities are not for the faint of heart
nor the new HL/CS mapper. For more information
on entities, including descriptions and sample
maps, be sure and go to the HalfLife Editing
Resource Center (AKA the HLERC) at
http://halflife.gamedesign.net
-----------------------------------------------
DESCRIPTION
-----------------------------------------------
Some of these entities (the game entities in
particular) actually have some usage in CS maps
to have team-specific things happen in a map,
and some are rather unrealistic, such as the
trigger_gravity and the env_funnel. But my
philosophy is that if it works in a CS map,
it should be in the FGD. If a mapper can
come up with a realistic map that uses low
gravity in an area, then let them do it :^)
For example, parachute jumps anyone?
Also, I've created a number of new sprites
for use in the 3D mode. Some are designed
to distinguish sprites that were previously
identical. For example, before the light,
light_environment, and light_spot entities
all used the same light bulb sprite. I've
replaced the light_environment with a 'sun'
and the light_spot with a small 'spot light'.
It makes it very easy to tell them apart.
-----------------------------------------------
INSTALLATION
-----------------------------------------------
Place the FGD file and the sprites/cs folder
into your WorldCraft folder. Then go into the
WC Options... dialog and change your FGD to the
"Expert" FGD.
-----------------------------------------------
CREDITS
-----------------------------------------------
This FGD was based on the original CS FGD by
the late N0TH1NG and is dedicated to him. His
work was based on the original HalfLife FGD
maintained by Autolycus/Valve.
If you make any good changes or have any
suggestions, let me know!
Tim Holt AKA Waldo (burkenholt@home.com)
====================
Is this ok ?
Ok guys I made few maps on my own... I am not total beginer.
I am working on one smaller map ,but is it bit more higly detailed - it has biger ammount of details in it ,and textures are detailed - like in de_train 4 example... But I noticed that map doesnt lagg in all parts of map .. when I look at "more detailed" part of map it laggs .. but when I turn around and look on "small-detailed" it looks fine ... Can u help me somehow!? / I am sry 4 my rusty English :(
As your former CS server admin, I regret to inform you that I recieve the following message when I try to connect:
] connect freshmap.net
NET Ports: server 27015, client 27005
Server IP address 192.168.1.104:27015
Connecting to freshmap.net...
Connection accepted by 216.9.0.93:27015
BUILD 3651 SERVER (0 CRC)
Server # 4
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_Primary Button Text.tga
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_CommandMenu Text.tga
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_Scoreboard Text.tga
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_Scoreboard Title Text.tga
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_Scoreboard Small Text.tga
Missing bitmap font: gfx\vgui\fonts\1440_Title Font.tga
Couldn't find map maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp, server will download the map
Commencing connection retry to freshmap.net
Connecting to freshmap.net...
Connection accepted by 216.9.0.93:27015
BUILD 3651 SERVER (0 CRC)
Server # 4
Couldn't find map maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp, server will download the map
Error: server failed to transmit file 'maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp'
Error: could not load file maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp
Model maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp not found and not available from server
Cannot continue without model maps/fresh_0_48661e61.bsp, disconnecting.
My assumption is that it may only be the one map, but just in case, there it is.
It seems to be caused by having too many brushes in a small area, I think. Or something like that. Basically there is a section of your map that gives vis some big problems. Any high-detail areas in your map?
I have a relatively small map.
It is Surf map.
Its 48,000 Patches.
But when I get to compiling,
From Buildfacelights - Swaptransfers.
It takes 2 hours.
When I AAATrigger it takes 4 minutes to compile.
But crashes when I try to play ingame.
Any ideas?
Oh yea, all my textures are 32x16
im trying to make a prefab . it involves some small brush sizes . im stuck cause the brush im making with vertex tool is pretty small, i can't make it bigger cause that wouldn't look good in game , it should be a cross between a cylinder and a spike , its a strange curving cylindrical shape that has a round end , its pretty complex , i can make it but because its so small it gives me the invalid brush error .
i made custom textures and everything , so i really want to take this to the end .
how could i make this prefab anyone have any ideas ?
if i could make the grid size even smaller than the smallest size then i mite just make it
From the inside, maybe. You've made 2 cubes (why 2?) one inside the other and all the walls are big and sloppy.
The error was probably caused by the huge brushes that were close the to end of the grid.
I sent you an .RMF that is exactly the same from the players' side, but "cleaner" on the outside.
I guess? I set 4 small red lights in the top right corners (its a box). And it turns out like right when you get flash-banged color and its fuzzy and pixely.
It works fine without adding a sky and roof and whatnot...
If you want I can upload the bsp real quick and you can see for yourself
Can I create Cs:Cz maps using the steps given on this website but by changing only very, very small details? I dont really want to go and do a ton of work to convert my map making data to Cs:Cz so if there is a way and it is easy plz tell me what to do...
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
Yeah i got that..lol
but i got a error when i tried to compile..
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg zm_ubcs_bighouse
Entering zm_ubcs_bighouse.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \caids\wads\cstrike.wad
- Contains 12 used textures, 75.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \caids\wads\halflife.wad
- Contains 4 used textures, 25.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Including Wadfile: \caids\wads\zhlt.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (3 textures in wad)
added 6 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.62 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.30 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp zm_ubcs_bighouse
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
----- END hlbsp -----
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis zm_ubcs_bighouse
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file zm_ubcs_bighouse.log for the cause.
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad zm_ubcs_bighouse
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file zm_ubcs_bighouse.log for the cause.
anyway i think making a lot of little func_trains seems like a good idea but ITS NOT ! first to make them darts they need to be pretty small -> PROBLEM for compliers , there should be a lot of them ( right ? ) -> problem with lag and others , its much better if you just make some kind of illusion [/hint] instead of real moving arrows .
If you found an animated texture you might be able to do it with that... I guess since they are darts you want them to be poisonous or whatever, that's a trigger_hurt. Or whatever it is, you know what I mean. The issue is that small flying objects are physics objects; good as the GldSrc engine was at its time it can't handle that kind of complexity. So perhaps animated textures are the way to go (ask others with more expertise though).
you cant make a brush smaller that 1 unit ( the smallest grid size )
you just need to make the grid smaller to make smaller brushes
and i don't believe that you need something smaller than 1 unit
1 unit is very very small
for example an info_player_start is 32 units wide , and 72 units tall
so you get how small 1 unit is , if you make a hole 1 unit wide 1 unit tall, then you won't even be able to see trough it
i think the hole for the trap door is just to small for a player to fit trough ( you know a player is like a big block like what you see in hammer )
just make sure that the hole is wide enough ( make it wider and test if you have the same problem )
or put a player spawn in the trap door and see if its to small or not . it should be at least 1 unit larger then the player spawn , so it can fall trough without touching
or make sure you don't have a little brush ( like something left from carving ) in the way ..
and you can uplode photos to sites like www.photobucket.com
and post the direct link of the photo
actually the best way is to create a really complex situation which i will explain
1. create the lamp
2. make it a func_breakable
3. go to "target on break"
4. call it "god i suck at this"
5. create a func_train and path corners
6. path corners should stop when all the func_train comes near the lamp
7. the func train must be small 8. trigger the train and the name is "god i suck at this"
9. set the speed or something to like REALLY FAST
10. when broken, it triggers the small trains which suddenly block the lamp and blocks the light:)
I was makin a small map real quick on valve hammer editor, but then i go to click on the 3D view with the selection tool to try and select a peice, and it doesn't work!
I also tried adding Point-entities with the 3D view, and they didnt work either.
EDIT::
I need help installing .NET FRAMEWORK 2.0!
When i'm going through the installation, i get an error saying this:
Error 25015.Failed to install assembly 'C:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.NET\Famework\v2.0.5727\Microsoft.VisualBasic.Vsa.dll' because of system error.
I suppose, if you make a really big circle, make it a prefab, then insert it and resize it. Try to make the big huge curble out of rectangles and squares..
That's all i could think of.. lol
It would look like a normal perfect sphere if you shrink it small enough..
Description: The program failed to allocate a block of memory. Likely causes are (in order of likeliness) :
* do not compile thru WC/Hammer F9 "running" - this hogs RAM. Instead use a front end or batch file to organize your compiling;
* the partition holding the swapfile is full (clean out your hard drive, empty trash, clear out unused files, purge your temp files folders and internet browsers temp files.);
* swapfile size is smaller than required (let swapfile be dynamicly allocated, do not set it too small yourself.);
* memory fragmentation (defrag your hard drive);
* heap corruption (reboot and try again. If you have old RAM, make sure it is seated well. check for viruses!).
* on at least one occasion this was caused by a corrupt prefab.
* on at least one occasion this was solved by removing a skybox and so making the level smaller.
Does that mean my computer is to slow? lol... yeah i know my computer is slow! 400$ labtop
Thx for correcting me and my problem but I have another (not to do anything with lighting its something else ( new to me WTF ).
I play but then it kicks me from game says fatal error.
Sorry to bother you and thx for your time realy
Here is the log:
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg awp_zen
Entering awp_zen.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\cstrike.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\cs_dust.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (28 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\de_piranesi.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 25.00 percent of map (160 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\de_aztec.wad
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'SPECIAL_THANKS'
- Warning: Larger than expected texture (348972 bytes): 'THANKS'
- Contains 1 used texture, 12.50 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\cs_office.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 12.50 percent of map (102 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\halflife.wad
- Contains 3 used textures, 37.50 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\itsitaly.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (99 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\counter-strike 1.6\cstrike\de_storm.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 12.50 percent of map (74 textures in wad)
Texture usage is at 0.18 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
1.70 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp awp_zen
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis awp_zen
439 portalleafs
1281 numportals
-= Current hlvis Settings =-
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
max vis distance [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
fast vis [ off ] [ off ]
full vis [ off ] [ off ]
BasePortalVis:
(4.48 seconds)
LeafThread:
(40.89 seconds)
average leafs visible: 158
g_visdatasize:19867 compressed from 24145
45.55 seconds elapsed
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad awp_zen
-= Current hlrad Settings =-
Name | Setting | Default
--------------------|---------------------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
vismatrix algorithm [ Original ] [ Original ]
oversampling (-extra)[ off ] [ off ]
bounces [ 1 ] [ 1 ]
ambient light [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ] [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ]
maximum light [ 255.000 ] [ 256.000 ]
circus mode [ off ] [ off ]
custom shadows with bounce light
[ off ] [ off ]
rgb transfers [ off ] [ off ]
2219 faces
Create Patches : 14175 base patches
0 opaque faces
96262 square feet [13861842.00 square inches]
Error: No Lights!
Description: lighting of map halted (I assume you do not want a pitch black map!)
Howto Fix: Put some lights in the map.
----- END hlrad -----
Not only this but like I said it kicks me and in a small window says the following:
I don't think you've fully understood the trigger_gravity, it's enough that a player touches a small AAATRIGGER-brush(trigger_gravity) once then the player will have that gravity for the rest of the map. The player doesn't need to touch the trigger_gravity all the time only once.
Loading? Do you mean compiling? If so, 20 minutes isn't that much depending on the size of your map, a really big map can take hours to compile. But if your map is rather small then clearly there's something wrong. One common problem beginners make is that they make the sky as a big box around the map, instead skies should be made like this(imagine this two maps are seen from the side)
Also, NULL unseen brush-faces and make sure you don't overlap brushes.
You can also set vis to -fast but it is not recommended for final compiles since it will decrease the performance of the map in-game and could also cause some visual glitches.
Well...that's just it...my my map is small (kind of like iceworld)....and teleports?...hell i don't even know how to make one:))...the thing is it's small, it's indoor, dosen't have "teleports", "guns on the ground", not eve windows :))(only a small opening on the roof (wich i filed with sky texture) , but that's it, the players are not close togheter....Wy won't it work? (i made the map really detailed with brushes but I don't thing that's the cause)
PS : the map is 36 players...can this be a problem?...i've tried puting just 2vs2, but now my map dosen't work at all, it compiles, and evrything, but when i load it up, it dosen't want to work at all, not just with bots, but not even real players...DAMN!
Ok, so i created very small map with respawnpoints, lights ect and no leaks.
I created mapname.bat file to convert .map file to .bsp, but this is the error i get from "mapname.err" file:
Quote:
hlcsg: Error: Could not open wad file \games\cs 1.6\cstrike\cstrike.wad
hlcsg: Error: Could not find WAD file
Description: The compile tools could not locate a wad file that the map was referencing.
Howto Fix: Make sure the wad's listed in the level editor actually all exist
But the cstrike.wad is there!
Maybe because it says "Could not open wad file \games\cs 1.6\cstrike\cstrike.wad" and not "Could not open wad file C:\games\cs 1.6\cstrike\cstrike.wad"? and how could i fix thix :D
thnx
Counterstike game is on D drive
Hammer Editor is on C drive
Use GCFScape to extract fire.spr from half-life.gcf(in your SteamApps-folder), extract the fire.spr to your sprites-folder(eg C:\Program\Valve\Steam\SteamApps\xxxxx\counter-strike\cstrike\sprites)
Then insert a env_sprite in your map, go into its properties, in the filepath make sure it points to your fire-sprite (sprites/fire.spr) and set "Render Mode" to Additive.
Done! (It's recommended to add a small yellow/orange light right next to a fire sprite, that will give the impression that the fire gives off light in-game. Also, if you wan't the fire to hurt people when they touch it then cover the sprite with a trigger_hurt.)
There may be other sprites that looks like fire except for fire.spr, you can see a list of standard Half-Life sprites with pictures on this site: http://www.vlatitude.com/resources/sprite_list.php
(There may also be some nice sprites inside counter-strike.gcf but i haven't had time to check...)
Stairs are stairs. Make Lot's of small brushes piled diagonally. You can change the grid size with [ and ] keys. (Making it smaller twice would give you a good size for stairs).
Boxes that blow-up on explosion: Create your func_bomb_target. In it's properties (Alt + Enter) set target to "superjer". Now create your box, select it and press Ctrl + T. Select func_breakable from the list of entities. Go to func_breakable's properties and set name to "superjer", and check the "Trigger Only" flag (in the Flags tab).
About the view thingy: That can be controlled by server settings, not by the map itself.
i made a small block, added origin texture to it, configured it: pressed ctrl+T added func_vehicle and stuff, did the stop 1, stop 2 part. After this i made an even smaller block and gave it the aaatrigger texture and wrote vehicle1 in the properties (i put the aaatrigger block on the origin block. But when i search for problems i see: Solid Entity (func_vehicle) is empty.
Blender has an integrated game engine. It's fairly decent but not worth making a production quality game in. Really Blender is a tool for... let's go with many things. CrystalSpace has good integration with Blender. There is a project currently being developed in joint between CrystalSpace and Blender. My advice? Still start with GameMaker. Starting small is best until you learn a bit of maths, a bit (ok large chunk) of coding, a bit of modelling... Loads of hilarious stuff.
Ok to start i want to make a game with 3 rooms.(like i said "small")
And to work with the sprites Ive been given.Im taking a ball we will call: "Meteor" and move it through the sky.
and there are stop signs in the way you must dodge to get to earth.Harder for each room.If hitting the stop sign you die.and go into a burning flame.
I know it sounds stupid but im just trying to learn.
You would need a server for online.And for that is some pretty big Online coding.To make online game would be long.I mean look at koolkid hes still not done.
But one map.Well shouldn't take long i would just depend how big your room will be and what you want.It could be done. but how not sure.
I'm currently trying to make a game a small one i still can't figure it out.But for the room you draw your own spites+Objects(recommending for like RS) and set them in the room and work on their triggers and whatev.
I have finally decided to try to lay off the porn for a while and that means no more jacking off....But i need something to keep my mind of girls showing me their asses and letting me kiss it,and the big ass tits going up and down.
So I decided to work on the Game I mentioned.But id Rather start with something simple.A small game that I can do over the weekend.
Though I'm still in the learning stage of Game maker.
Heres what I know:
Sprites.
Triggers.
Thats it.I may know more but thats all i remember right now.
Well how long do you want it?I played runescape only ounce so i wouldn't really know...
I would do what Rodeo said and try Gamemaker and use it a bit and make a simple small game to know what your doing and then make it.I have plenty of free time im just too lazy to learn so :D
"brush outside world" means that the mentioned brush is outside the area where your allowed to make your map ( the edge )
now that this " brush 0 " is an exploded brush , this means that it has 1 or more sides that are endless ( very very long ) this side can be very thin/small so you may not observe it .
this is usually caused because you carve with a complex shape / wrong vertex manipulation
just check if you can see a brush over the edge of your map
"HEADLINE:Britney Spears going Lesbian at Rehab? "The Bald bitch started flashing her tits everywhere in the girls showers,"said employee Madelin Duncan"She pulled out a dildo and called it her:Little Dickie and got all the girls to Join.I mean what a sick bitch!!!The workers even joined, the Janitor video taped it.It was so sick,but Little Dickie felt so good...." Well thats the story on that, and back to you Pornjer!
Thats Lovely Brock she has small tits though..I wonder how she fucked for twins.Well this is Channel 11D7 Porn team.I'm Pornjer and goodnight
1. The tunnel can be made using cylinder shape in the brush tool.
2. Make a small brush- this will be your button. Select it and make it func_button, then set it's target to "door1". Create your func_door and name it "door1".
3. NO FRIGGIN IDEA.
trigger_teleport teleports you immediately. But the whole idea was to have it teleport after 25 seconds, so it was set to 25 sec delay. That creates a new problem: All the players in the room will be teleported to the same spot at the same time. The solution was supposed to have many different teleports (where each one was too small for two people to fit in). BUT THEN THERE IS ANOTHER PROBLEM: If there are many trigger_teleports that have 25 second delay, you have time to walk around. Each time you enter a new trigger_teleport, that brings the 25 sec delay BACK TO ZERO.
That said, I do not think this is a possible thing to make, or at least not practical.
This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
How to Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
Pretty self explanitory, did you use the vertex tool to fuck with stuff? idk. MOST LIKELY: NEVER EVER EVER just put a big box around your map and hollow it. it stuff doesnt fix the problem, it just makes it say you dont have a leak, confusing you even more. So, fix the leak, delete the big box, and you should be okay.
um......to make sure that there were no leaks i just made a box around my map and hallowed it, so there shouldt be any problems but..... wtf i dont kno why it says this no entites are putside or anytin
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlcsg.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle"
Entering c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\vart kaze\desktop\files\halflife.wad
- Contains 9 used textures, 90.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \program files\steam\steamapps\adrenalin_rising\counter-strike\cstrike\cstrike.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 10.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
added 3 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.15 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.42 seconds elapsed
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlbsp.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle"
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlvis.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle"
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle.log for the cause.
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlrad.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle"
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\boatbattle.log for the cause.
You need to change the pitch to 90 (maybe) and set the boost to be more than 800 which is the default gravity. You then need to make it the length that you want to be boosted through, eg not just a small block on the floor.
i once got an error that the system cannot find the file specified because i had a very small / complex brush
that needs to go away ( just suggesting that something mite not be what it seems )
im tryin to compile a small box i made to test if my hammer still works cus i reformatted my comp, but it takes rlly, rlly, rlly,RLLLY long. I have rlly fast internet i think pretty good ram, i set up all the configurations "correctly" and i put spawnpoints and 1 "light".......this is wat it says tell me if i need to wait longer of if something is wrong.HELP ME SUPERJER IM LOST!!!I kno ur a genious when it comes to this kind of andvanced stuff
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlcsg.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\test"
Entering c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\test.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \program files\steam\steamapps\adrenalin_rising\counter-strike\cstrike\cstrike.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 100.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
added 1 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.04 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.02 seconds elapsed
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlbsp.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\test"
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\VARTKA~1\Desktop\ZHLT25~1\hlrad.exe "c:\program files\valve hammer editor\maps\test"
-= Current hlrad Settings =-
Name | Setting | Default
--------------------|---------------------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
vismatrix algorithm [ Original ] [ Original ]
oversampling (-extra)[ off ] [ off ]
bounces [ 1 ] [ 1 ]
ambient light [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ] [ 0.000 0.000 0.000 ]
maximum light [ 255.000 ] [ 256.000 ]
circus mode [ off ] [ off ]
Is it THAT hard? you have the best fuckers at valve hammer helping you and you can't put a few small walls together and a roof?I don't want to be mean.But 80?
(sorry about talking about another truck)
Hi, I have a surf map with a small jail, and I want to make it so when you jump up at hit the button, it changes colour and then opens up the bottom like a latch and makes a sound.
Hm. OK well I did what I said before in my first post, and adjusted pitch to 90 and 180, then adjusted speed to 700.. When I go in my map its as if nothing is there. I also made a small map with tons of them to test it out, and nothing worked.. Also, read this last post by superjer http://www.superjer.com/forum/jumppad.php It says -45, so in my case -90.. I tried that and nothing worked.. and see where in says Angle: Up/Down? I set that to up
...that's not a particularly good thing is it? Ah well. I did my small bit in Source, then was shit and had no ideas, so moved on to the next shiny proje-
OOH something shiny!
I do have zhlt compilers i went thru the tutorial so i know how to save and create maps, though not all the advanced things like triggers which is why i dont know how to fix the problem.
Since sdaw didnt understand my first post i will restate that i open leetskeet map and WITHOUT changing anything if i try to compile it i get that error. I did that because when i did edit small things (no triggers, just textures) i got the problem and seeing if it was my fault i compiled the original one.
I take the head and put it on another pic.Then Ii will either be to small or to big for it.It changes on each pic.Small pics its to big.Unable to fit the face...same goes for big pics but to small...
Make sure that you have all the paths right to the various files in the bat file; it could be that there's a small spelling mistake stopping it from finding it.
By how much though? cus if its a couple minutes then i could wait a lil more but freekin watin 2 hours for it to compile....thats insane edpecially for a "default" cstrike.wad texture. and the box is rlly small too, i only put in a "light" texture
THIS is how much I sometimes manage to frantically write down about a dream before I forget everything. SuperJer is officially blown out of the water. No, my dreams are not ALWAYS this coherent. There are a few "non-canon" things that I'm sure I forgot about that I dreamt while in the middle of this, but I didn't bother writing them. If you've got a big brain and play/watch a lot of semi-obscure games/anime you'll probably be able to tell where most things in this came from.
I honestly don't expect any of you to actually read all of this, I just wanted to blow superjer up.
I basically never edit my dream notes after I first draft them, there's a few weird sentence structure problems and a few grammar mistakes. Get over it.
I was on a beach running towards a walled city (about a mile away) with a mother and her two daughters while being chased by something called a Finisher. The Finisher was dusty white skeleton with a purple hooded cloak and a spear that could teleport. They are created by powerful mages and monsters to be sentient assassins, but do not disappear if their creator dies. This one had no master, and just liked to kill things as far as I could tell. I was still badly injured from a previous fight so I was hoping I could avoid combatting it, for whatever reason I'd decided to help that family get away from it too. The Finisher kept appearing behind us and disappearing and occasionally it would appear close enough to attack me (I was at the rear) and I'd have to block it. Eventually he appeared in front of me, and said,
"I'll spare the rest if the youngest is left behind."
This made me realize that he thought I was strong enough to be a threat to him. I said,
"I was never told that Finisher Coso was such a fool as to show his hand to an enemy."
He then responded,
"The youngest will die no matter the outcome."
This made me think this Finisher DID have a master... he really wanted her dead. He turned towards the family, who stupidly had not continued running during our dialogue... and before I could do anything teleported and impaled the little girl, killing her instantly. The older daughter and mother just froze in fear and shock. I lunged at the Finisher (I had no weapon, mind you, and had apparently been cut and stabbed at least a dozen times in the past day) and while _barely_ avoiding his spear grabbed his wrist... bone... and with a flash of light did something that apparently sealed his magical abilities. It left him unable to teleport or use the hand that wrist was attached to. He attempted to do an overhead swing with the spear at me one-handed, but I fairly easily grabbed it with two hands and wrenched it away from him, pulling him face first into the sand in the process. As he attempted to stand up I thrust it straight through his skull, smashing it to pieces and killing him.
Things were looking up... I had a weapon now, and a very strong one. The spear was fairly lightweight but made of some dark grey magical material that would bend slightly but not break under extreme circumstances. The point was sharp enough to thrust directly into rock and the shaft was approximately 6 and a half feet long.
The older daughter was still standing wide-eyed in shock but the mother had moved on to crying (and I mean like, loud, screaming horrible crying) and huddling over the youngest daughter's corpse. Lucky for her I had some seriously over-the-top magical powers. I told her there was still time and that I could still save her. I placed one hand on the deceased's forehead and one over her heart (it wasn't all gross or awkward, she was too young to have boobs), closed my eyes and suddenly my vision was filled with a very scary rotting demonic face.
I said, "Return this girl's soul, I will heal the body."
It looked almost amused and responded, "This girl died by a Finisher's spear. You can't save her."
Finally I said something that I might actually say in the waking world...
"That sounds like a challenge!"
It's expression became much more serious, and it said, "Have it your way, she will simply die again from the same wound."
What I did at this point hurt a LOT. I really can't express in words the sheer utter pain this caused me... I thought the parasite in the back was bad in a previous dream but this SERIOUSLY fucking HURT. I'm pretty sure what I did was dig into one of the wounds I already had, wrench out a chunk of bloody meat, and use it to magically replace the flesh that the Finisher's spear had destroyed. This part hurt considerably less than the next... using what I can only assume was my own blood and soul I used some form of magic that forced her soul back into what was no longer entirely her own body (that makes it harder to do) and broke past the curse a Finisher puts on their slain victims. I can only imagine the sensation felt like burning alive. When it was over, I passed the fuck out... if only for a moment.
When I awoke the mother was hugging her children a lot, and the children were complaining that it was awkward/embarrasing/that they were hungry. The younger sister's dark blue kimono-ish clothes didn't show blood very well, but my white dress shirt and bandages were now a solid bright red. If things were realistic I'd have been very dead at this point. At least I'm pretty sure that like usual I wasn't human in this dream... apparently I used as much magic as I could when I killed Finisher Coso and ressurected the girl, because I wasn't able to heal myself much. I saw a bunch of people in white hooded robes running towards us from the city and then passed out again.
I awoke in a poorly lit and fairly cramped room with wooden walls and a low slanted ceiling. At the other side of the room was a man I recognized as the General of the walled City's defense forces. I will be refering to him as General Souther to avoid confusion. He was completely bald and looked to be in his late forties. Other than being a little scruffy he had no facial hair. He looked a little bit like Bruce Willis, but not enough to make me think his likeness came from him. He was wearing a fairly standard suit of light plate armor. It had the whole harness thing going on, the front side of his legs had plate but the back just had mail. He had bracers but lacked upper arm protection. I had the feeling that we hadn't seen each other in a while but had known each other for a very long time. He wasn't wearing a helmet, probably because he was busy sorting through some paperwork on the desk he was sitting at. I was still badly injured, I'm not sure how long it had been since I got all sleepy, but it couldn't have been more than eight hours. I was able to stand, and did so quietly. I walked up behind General Souther and tapped him on the shoulder. He practically jumped out of his chair. He had a southern accent, hence the name.
"Dammit boy, I oughta put a bell on you!"
"Sorry, where is The Finisher's spear?"
"Equipment, end of the hall on the right... how the damn hell can you stand up with a hole the size of a fist ripped outta your stomach?!"
"I've had worse. It doesn't hurt."
That wasn't a lie, it didn't hurt at all.
"I swear, you Empire guys aren't human."
"How sweet of you to say."
"Get on outta here, you stink like a carcass."
"Uh... where's my shirt?"
"Burned it. Nobody wanted to clean it. The mages wouldn't even come near you. Afraid of your blood and all that nonesense."
"Well fuck... I was kinda hoping I'd wake up with all my parts intact."
At that, I went out into the hall, to the end of it, turned right... and the door was locked. I was too lazy to ask for somebody to open it so I just yanked the nob right outta the door... there were only two things in the room that weren't contained in large crates. The Finisher's spear and his hooded cloak. I took both... didn't want to scare any children with my gaping wounds. Also, I knew at this time as I did before that a Finisher's spear is extremely valuable and his cloak only marginally less so. Both are very magical... the spear for obvious reasons. The cloak was a little more subtle, it made the wearer immune to non-violent death and injury. As in, you don't age or get sick and things like poison and curses have no effect on you. I went up some stairs that were at the same end of the hall as the equipment room and out into the sunlight... The area looked like this:
!!! Forum can't handle my ascii, it was in a weird font !!!
I walked to the left as soon as I exited the building, went about 40-feet, and realized that my wounds were too serious and I couldn't walk anymore. There was a big rock next to the road that was almost completely flat on top so I crawled up on to it and laid down. It wasn't comfortable but I liked the fresh air. A man and his boy (probably about 12, dressed similarly to the little girl from before) walked past and the man looked like he was pretending I wasn't there. The kid was tugging on him and talking about me. I don't think they thought I could hear them...
"Can I talk to him?"
"No! Keep your distance, he's an Empire soldier."
"But he saved that kid! I bet he's nice!"
"Nobody from the Empire is nice. Let's go."
The kid proceeded to complain and they got too far away to hear... I'm not sure why everyone distrusted people from the Empire so much... I don't know much about this "Empire" except that I was from there and that I was a fairly high-ranking soldier. There were a few other obvious things like that the Empire was the most powerful force in the area, and that empire soldiers didn't often come to towns like this. By that I mean this town was on the fringes of the Empire and was mostly an autonomous city-state that defended itself, but was still ruled by the Empire. I think most of the people's distrust came from rumors they heard, because I don't think an Empire soldier had set foot in this city in many years. I had begun the process of healing myself, I felt I had regained enough MP or whatever to pull it off... when some more kids showed up... lots of chillin' in this here dream. Of the half-dozen or so chillins two of them were the sisters that I saved earlier. The other four were all boys about the same age as the last one. The younger sister looked to be 8 or 9 years old and the older one had to be 14 or 15. They all looked really happy, like they were getting away with something fun by talking to me without their parents around to haul them off. They were all whispering to each other stuff like "Wow, cool! A soldier!" and "Look at that wound! He's gotta be super-strong to live through that!" excitedly when the older sister decided to actually say something 'to' me.
"You got hurt helping my sister... can I help you get better?"
I don't know why I always have to be so... bad... in dreams... I decided to say:
"Does your mom have a husband?"
She looked a little confused... but answered anyway.
"Yeah, he said we shouldn't talk to you, but my mom said we could."
Too bad she was't single... but now I had a twisted justification... their mom was pretty hot by the way...
"Is he tough?"
She smiled and said, "No, mom bosses him around a lot, he's a wimp."
All the kids laughed at this one.
"Well tell her to come out here and give me a kiss and I'll feel a lot better."
The boys now had decided I was the coolest person ever. The older sister looked really embarrased and said, "I can't tell mom that!"
One of the boys immediately yelled out, "Empire soldiers rule! I'm gonna go say it for you!"
They all ran off and the older daughter was yelling, "No, don't!" and such.
After a few more minutes General Souther came out and talked to me. I guess he just had nothing better to do... I'm pretty sure that Finisher Coso was the worst thing that had come near this city in quite a while. This was a peaceful, although well defended town.
"What's the matter with you, boy? You get outta that bed to come lay on a rock?"
"S'better than staring at the back a' your wrinkled dome all day."
"Do you talk to your commander like that, boy? If one of my men talked like that to a superior officer he'd get his god damn teeth knocked down his throat."
"Haha, I don't have a commander, I'm a specialist."
"What do you specialize in? Pissing people off?"
"No, just you, General."
"I shoulda figured as much. Anyway, let's get serious. You've got some explaining to do. What the hell are you doing all the way out here, and why would a god damn Finisher be after that little girl?"
I really didn't remember how I got where I was.. so I made something up...
"I was fighting a sorceror and he hit me with a spell. Next thing I knew I was on the beach and saw Coso chasing those people. I owed him one for sticking a knife between my ribs once so I decided to help them get away. He apparently learned a few new tricks since I last saw him so-"
General Souther cut me off.
"I don't need to hear your life story, son, I know you killed Coso and I don't care how you did it. I take it you have no idea what he was after them for, then."
"Tch, nobody ever wants to hear about how I kick ass... I know he was after them because somebody paid him, Coso is... or was, a mercenary to the core. I haven't a clue who hired him, though."
"That doesn't do me any good, talking to you has been a waste of time as usual."
General Souther turned to leave as he spoke, it looked like some mages and soldiers were waiting for him now over by the building I came from. I really was expecting a thank you for all the effort I went through...
"Yeah. You're welcome for saving that kid. I feel sooo appreciated."
He turned and looked at me with his mean face.
"Keeping the townsfolk from kicking you out into the desert is my way of thanking you. You're causing a lot of trouble by coming here."
Can you feel the love? These people really hate Empire soldiers! Jeez! I just nearly killed myself saving the life of a little girl from this place and they won't even give me the time of day! I mean... it started with me just wanting to get back at Coso, I know... but NOBODY could have blamed me if I didn't try to bring that girl back to life. THAT was a freebie, dammit! What's the matter with these people!? Ahem. Sorry about the rant. My dreams get pretty emotional.
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Now that I could walk again I decided to go buy a horse... and a map... so I could figure out where the hell I was and go home. I had money but I knew it wasn't the currency they used here, and I'm sure it would just piss people off if I tried to convince them to take Empire money, so it was bartering time. This town was actually pretty big, there had to be at least 15000 people living inside the wall, and probably another few thousand living by the water fishing and farming and crap. Some people stared and muttered to each other as I walked past and others turned around and went the other way. At this point I decided it wasn't that the people didn't appreciate me saving that girl, it's that they didn't believe I did it. They simply could not accept that an Empire soldier helped someone, at the very least not without ulterior motives. I saw what looked like a fairly large and well-rounded store and went inside. It was called "Lion Heart" and had an overly ornate sign depicting two lions facing each other and an angel in between them. When I went in the two customers that were inside went out. I went straight up to the man that looked like he was in charge, a husky man in his early thirties wearing a thick leather apron and sporting one hell of a mustache. He didn't look too happy that I came into his store...
"I'll trade you this Finisher's Spear for your best horse (I saw a stable around back of the place). It's worth more than everything in this store... good deal, don't you think?"
He continued to look pissed off, and wouldn't even look at me while he spoke... he just continued to act like he was busy with something.
"I wouldn't give you a lame horse, or a lame horse's shit for that."
This was a little surprising to me... most people know that magical things, especially those created by powerful sorcerors are typically very valuable...
"Do you know what a Finisher's Spear is? You could sell this for-"
People like to cut me off in this town. And he was mad now.
"I damn well know what it is. And we don't want your black arts or your demon weapons in this town, you hear me?!"
Hooboy... the fact that this city is called "Holy City Okan" would have been useful information to know BEFORE I came in here... but hey! Who ever said that I use black magic! I mean, I do... but he couldn't possibly know that!
"Hey, who says I use black magic?!"
"Nobody could hold that cursed spear bare-handed without being paralyzed by fear if they weren't a master of demon sorcery!"
Bugger is too damn smart... what the hell do I do now? How am I gonna get a horse if nobody will take my money and nobody wants my evil soaked loot... since when do Merchant's know so much about magic anyway? What kind of town IS this?! I mean, it's not like I'm gonna starve, since I'm wearing a Finisher's cloak... but it's HUNDREDS of miles back to the Empire!
"Also we have a no-shirt no-service policy."
Gehehehe... I'm not the one who lit my damn shirt on fire... it was his holy friends that decided my shirt was buddies with the devil and needed to be purged of evil...
"Okay, look-"
I was interrupted... again... but this time it was a good thing. It was the mother of that girl! The one adult in this town who couldn't POSSIBLY hate me! Right...? I mean, she was there when the Finisher offered to let me go if I let the girl die, and I attacked him anyway! She HAS to know I'm on the up and up!
"Dear! This man brought our little girl back to life! Show him your manners!"
The man looked a lot less big and mighty all the sudden... but still said, "Bastard probably used black magic to bring her back... now she's cursed to-"
"You LISTEN to ME! I will NOT hear ANY MORE unkind words about this courageous and honorable knight who risked his own life to save our precious daughter!"
At this, the man had been thuroughly quelled by his wife.
"I suppose (he said this very grudgingly)... I could offer you one of my horses to show my gratitude... for what you did for my family."
"You'll give him our FINEST horse, and you'll stop using that tone if you don't want to sleep in the stables!"
"Yes, dear..."
He shuffled off to find a saddle or something, I dunno. The mother looked at me with a very kind expression. She was really quite beautiful. A lot more beautiful than a 30-year old woman who has had at least 3 kids ought to be. We're talkin' perfect here... and what she was wearing could barely qualify as more than a negligee or some other kind of undergarment. I think she had been taking a snooze since the incident like I had.
"I could never thank you enough for what you did this morning... you'll always be welcome here in our home. If there's anything I can do for you before you leave let me know."
Why did she have to be married?! I REALLY wish I had known this was just a dream at this point. It might have been worth the complete lack of story afterwards... I woulda been all over her... Ahem, enough of my perversions. At this point the most... 'enthusiastic'... boy, who I'm fairly certain is her son poked his head in the front door. He and the two sisters had been listening outside.
"He said he wants you to kiss him and make him feel good!"
Ehehe... heh... heh... that's what I get, I suppose. Earlier, I was imagining her husband to be a scrawny little guy who wouldn't be a threat to anyone. I mean, she had him wrapped around her finger and all... but he already freakin' hated me. I'm just glad he wasn't within hearing range. And wait a minute! The way that damn kid said it makes it sound a LOT worse than how I said it! Also, I don't remember his name so I'm just making one up and going with my Streets or Rage theme. Before I could say anything stupid and incriminating, which I'm sure I would have, the mother turned on the scold-o-matic.
"Samuel! Behave yourself! This man has had to deal with enough trouble already!"
"Wha-at! That's what he said!"
Damn kid! Shut up!
"Go outside and play with your friends this instant!"
"Awww..."
He turned around and ran off, the sisters giggled a lot and ran off too. Precocious little scamps. I hope that kid falls down and scrapes his knees or something... I proceeded to say something that the mother chose to hear in a way that made sense to her.
"Kids these days. It's that darn music they listen to."
"Oh he's always been like that, he just loves to cause trouble."
"Well let's hope he doesn't try to be like me..."
The mother saw something that I didn't outide and looked at me with a very grave expression. Then she opened her word hole and spat sentences at me.
"I know it's harsh to say this, but it would be best if you left town as soon as possible. Personally I don't care if you really have had dinner with the devil like so many here think. But you have to watch out, the only reason the mages here didn't kill you in your sleep is because General Souther wouldn't let them. Even he can't keep them in check for long."
"I can tell, the good General told me the mages wouldn't come near me... but I know he was lying now, I'm sure he had to beat them back with a stick... why does everyone here hate Empire soldiers so much, anyway?!"
She hesitated for a moment.
"The children aren't old enough to remember... that's why they don't avoid you. Even I thought every Empire soldier was a heartless murderer until you came along. A squad of Empire soldiers came to this city 12 years ago... it was the last time we've let anyone from the Empire in our city until now. I don't know a lot of the details, and I don't know why they did it... but they killed hundreds of us... men, women and children... it didn't matter. They laughed as they cut down innocent people who pleaded for their lives... nobody ever talks about it. We all just try to forget."
Jesus christ. Damn. Well, at least I know now. I had no idea I was working with people like that...
"Whoa... okay. You don't have to tell me anymore... except, if you know who they were or at least what banner they were flying I can have them hung by their entrails as soon as I get home."
I meant it too, even if I was a field agent I was a high-ranking officer in the military. It's the sort of thing I had enough pull to do. She looked a little taken aback by my words... if only for a moment.
"I... can't recall. It was too long ago and I was hiding in the cellar. I didn't get a good look at them. Although the thought of there being some justice is a pleasing one."
I like her style. People who are all lame and like "Killing them wouldn't bring back the people that died it would only cause more suffering blah blah blah" totally suck. Yeah it would cause suffering! That's the whole point! Suffering for those sons-of-a-bitches that killed your friends and family! Revenge is a wonderful thing to have! Ahem, anyway. At this point Mr. Unappreciative came back to give me some more attitude and annoy me. He was simply incapable of at least faking a few pleasant words.
"Your horse is out front. Try not to trample anyone on your way out of town."
I hate this guy. I guess he built up some more anti-wife courage while he was away... I'm sure he regretted it later.
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS-!" she screamed. She didn't cut off... I just plugged my ears and ran outside.
At least the horse really was ready and didn't have anything wrong with it. General Souther was waiting for me by my brand new steed. His arms were crossed and he looked a little worried.
"You'd better saddle up and get on outta here, boy. I didn't wanna have to tell ya but the mages are trying to form a mob to get rid of you."
"It's always something..."
"They seem to think you've come here to scout the defenses so that the empire can send in troops and take over."
"I'm not a damn piss-ant scout. That's about as low-rank as they get."
General Souther suddenly looked a lot more serious than he ever had before.
"If they knew who you really were, they'd already have killed you."
I hopped onto the horse and got serious too.
"You sound so sure that they could catch me. I'd ask you to tell me how you ended up in this town... but I really don't want to have to hurt anyone, I think I can hear them tying a noose..."
That last part was a joke, and I said it with a smirk. As I started to ride off General Souther said one last thing. He knew what my job was as well as I did. I effectively had the same profession as lovable old Coso... I'm writing things in such a way as to have more dramatic effect for the reader. Shut up.
"I hope you never have official business here, assassin."
Without incident, I left town and headed East.
I have no recollection of the events between my leaving Holy City Okan and arriving at the Capitol city of the Empire. Also approximately 10 years passed between my returning home and the next set of events. I was awaiting the arrival of some people I was intended to work with in a dark and rainy alley between two buildings. Across the city at least a quarter of a mile away I could see a tall black tower through the gloom. So tall in fact that you could not discern the top of it. Lights pouring out it's windows kept rising into the sky until you could no longer see where one ended and the next started. That was part of some sort of headquarters for the Empire.
I still had the Finisher's spear and cloak after all that time, and I specifically noticed that I hadn't aged a single day because of the cloak. Normally people who had Finisher cloaks and Finishers themselves would be in a great deal of danger because obviously a lot of people would be willing to kill someone or battle a Finisher to get one of their cloaks... but there were severely high, nigh unreachable requirements for being able to even wear one without being cursed by it. Like the merchant said, one must be a master of demon sorcery to use such a thing effectively... and I was one of very few capable. In fact, it seemed as if the magic I used was forbidden even in the Empire except under certain circumstances like allowing specialists like myself to use it.
I was getting very bored and very irritated waiting for these guys... they were supposed to be here before me. When they showed up I saw that it was a team of Empire soldiers ten strong. They all looked like they were well-trained as warriors. Their leader told me that our orders were to head out to Holy City Okan. The Empire wished to install their own governor in the city, for it was an important city in the path of expanding to the West. Apparently they tried this a few months ago and the governor was violently kicked out of town... he didn't survive long after returning to the Capitol. They intended for me of all people to be the next attempt at installing a Governor... and it had been decided that this team of elite soldiers would be protection enough from the dissenting citizens. Normally I'd object to the whole thing but no matter what I did a governor would eventually take over that city, even if he had to massacre half the population just to do it. It might as well be me, I can trust myself to be fair to them at least, even if they were total dicks to me in the past.
I actually remember the journey back to Okan. After we left the enormous city that was the Empire's Capitol there was a distinct difference in reaction to seeing Empire soldiers. People in the Capitol would barely even notice us, or occasionally throw a friendly greeting our way. But on our way through a small burg people shut their windows and locked their doors, as if a glance from us could mean death.
Only one part of our travels stood out in particular, and that was when we were only a few miles away from the city and stopped to rest for the night. It was a dry and sandy climate, but couldn't qualify as a desert. You could always see another patch of trees down the road, and shrubbery was hardly uncommon. We sat in a circle around a fire... or more of a semi-circle with a floating point across from it. The soldiers all stayed out of arm's reach from me as if I might suddenly lash out at them. Nobody trusts an assassin, I guess.
While the soldiers muttered to each other and further ostracized me I saw several things lurking in the dark. One of them made some kind of crunching sound and all the soldiers shot to their feet and grabbed the hilts of their swords.
"What was that?! Does anyone see anything?" Their captain asked.
"Yeah. We're surrounded." I casually responded.
One of the soldiers had a worried look on his face, and loudly whispered, "Bandits...?!"
"Like anybody would be stupid enough to attack us... it's animals." I calmly replied.
I could tell it was a pack of some large anthropod beast, they we're standing hunched over in the dark about 30 feet away in every direction. There had to be at least two dozen of them. I hadn't stood up. I was just sitting on a log and gnawing on the bone of some animal. The soldiers had begun to stare at me with looks of disbelief.
The captain sounded none to pleased with me, and queried, "You don't seem worried! You just gonna sit there?"
"Your job is to protect me, isn't it?"
"That's our orders..."
"Well go earn your pay!"
Now all of the soldiers looked displeased and grumbled indecent words, but they formed a circle around me and advanced towards the beasts. I moved on to picking my teeth and I really paid no attention to the fight. I heard some yelling, and some roaring... and some high-pitched whining noises like a dog yelping as the soldiers undoubtably stuck swords in the monsters. I was kinda actually hoping the soldiers would lose, or at least get the crap beat out of 'em. An excuse not to go back to Okan would have been just dandy.
This is the end of what I had time to write before I got distracted and forgot most of everything. Everything after this is just notes that are in the order I remembered them after I got back to writing it down. Dreams fade fast, I'm sure there was more, but that's all I got down. If you actually read everything up to this point you can write a 100 word essay on why sleeping too much fun. This may earn you an undetermined amount of points. Only the first few essays will get points. Yes, I know it's awesome to hide something like this in the middle of something most of you probably won't read. If Edan or that other guy writes something good again they'll get a double score for a combo.
-We arrived at town I had a terse argument with Souther. About what, I can't remember.-
-As Evening set in and we claimed an unused building we were attacked from all sides. Men on roofs of buildings with bows and arrows attacked first to little effect, the soldiers have very thick armor and I was behind them.-
-We backed off and ended up getting caught between two buildings with no way out. Except up... but only I could manage that. Even if the other soldiers were acrobatic enough they'd never have done it in that armor.-
-On both sides there were about 20 men with spears and round shields. The shields were silver and were designed with three crescents. Their spears were unremarkable other than that they all hadThey were mostly unarmored but held a massive advantage against our weapons given the confined space. Behind each group of men was an older man in white robes that looked just like the people who I saw earlier as I was passing out.-
-My soldiers weren't panicking but they knew they were totally screwed. I saw the old men in robes raise their hands at the same time, and all the enemy soldiers held their shields up to their faces. I yelled "cover your eyes" but it was too late. There was a bright flash, which I avoided most of, and the enemy soldiers charged forward. In the time it took me to jump and pull myself onto the roof of the shorter building my soldiers had already been killed or fatally injured.-
-Pact with demon.-
-Girl forced out of town.-
-Mother leaves with other daughter.-
-I bring the girl with me back to the Empire, and Empire sorcerors notice she has demonic power. I start trying to cover it up by saying that I just found her and she was already like that, but they don't listen and cut me off because they detect that she has the same blood as me. Empire mad that I did an unauthorized demon magic transfer, but I cover it up by saying she's my daughter, which is the only legal way to give someone demonic power since it can't be avoided. Then things get extremely awkward when we fall in love. Some nosey officials or nobles ask too many questions about us so I use my political pull to have them shipped overseas somewhere.-
-Well, I love me so much... and after I ressurected you you're more like me than any other girl... it's only natural, right?-
-I love you too, even if you are a coceited bastard.-
Ok im making a surf map, and as you probably know, surf ramps are huge. Ive made mine so that there is no extra space and its fairly small, and compiles quickly, but when im in game, there so much lag and choppy-ness I cant play
Anyway I could fix this other then making my map smaller?
Hey, that works. Besides, most dreams take from real events...
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
"What?" Jeff said; but at that very moment, Linus's face turned into that of Darth Vader. Then he woke up, bumping his head on the roof of the gondola he was laying in. "Shit", he said, looking from the water at the Hong Kong Skyline.
Hou was very confused. Who had he been- Jeff? He was going to have to lay off that cheap imported whisky; it always made him have those disturbing dreams.
He couldn't believe the time. His wife was supposed to be here hours ago and bring take-out. As he rubbed his grumble-belly his phone began to ring with a familiar tone.
It was Linus Torvalds. Hou was astonished, after the last kernel update had to be cancelled due to his monkey business he was sure Linus wouldn't call him again.
"Hey asshat, tell me what the password to the zip file you sent me is so I can stop talking to you," Linus menaced.
Hou Ling was boggled. He had stopped working with Linus for two months now, and only now he had bothered to call him? A programming major in college, Hou had learned English at the age of 16 to work in his passion: Free Software Development.
After compilation, map size is more than 1 mb.. some small box with some walls and light's .. size is: 1.7 mb.. but i sow maps with size less than 1mb..
we need some kind of connexion to the original story.
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
"What?" Jeff said; but at that very moment, Linus's face turned into that of Darth Vader. Then he woke up, bumping his head on the roof of the gondola he was laying in. "Shit", he said, looking from the water at the Hong Kong Skyline.
Hou was very confused. Who had he been- Jeff? He was going to have to lay off that cheap imported whisky; it always made him have those disturbing dreams.
He couldn't believe the time. His wife was supposed to be here hours ago and bring take-out. As he rubbed his grumble-belly his phone began to ring with a familiar tone.
It was Linus Torvalds. Hou was astonished, after the last kernel update had to be cancelled due to his monkey business he was sure Linus wouldn't call him again.
"Hey asshat, tell me what the password to the zip file you sent me is so I can stop talking to you," Linus menaced.
Waking up and being someone else? That's a little too topic changey.
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
"What?" Jeff said; but at that very moment, Linus's face turned into that of Darth Vader. Then he woke up, bumping his head on the roof of the gondola he was laying in. "Shit", he said, looking from the water at the Hong Kong Skyline.
Hou was very confused. Who had he been- Jeff? He was going to have to lay off that cheap imported whisky; it always made him have those disturbing dreams.
He couldn't believe the time. His wife was supposed to be here hours ago and bring take-out. As he rubbed his grumble-belly his phone began to ring with a familiar tone.
[about the ladder thing ] i think that they caused the error because they were to flat or had any other invalid form so just try to remake them in a more valid form ( not super small sized and no strange curves and stuff )the error , i don't really get it sry
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
"What?" Jeff said; but at that very moment, Linus's face turned into that of Darth Vader. Then he woke up, bumping his head on the roof of the gondola he was laying in. "Shit", he said, looking from the water at the Hong Kong Skyline.
Hou was very confused. Who had he been- Jeff? He was going to have to lay off that cheap imported whisky; it always made him have those disturbing dreams.
I added the whisky thing as I know a man whose job is to travel around the world (to some really random places) and sell lots of whisky to businessmen. He works for Bell's and has been to HK I believe.
Not gonna lie; this is getting a little out there...but I can fix that...
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
"What?" Jeff said; but at that very moment, Linus's face turned into that of Darth Vader. Then he woke up, bumping his head on the roof of the gondola he was laying in. "Shit", he said, looking from the water at the Hong Kong Skyline.
Well, you're not necessarily evil - but you're pretty darn bad.
Morals are something you don't concern yourself with. You're amoral... not immoral.
So what motivates you instead of ethics? Greed, lust, laziness, anger. The usual bad stuff.
Bottom line, you're not trying to be a good person. In fact, it probably never crosses your mind.
You are also probably: Not too terribly concerned about what anyone thinks of you
Right now you are on track to being: An evil dictator
To be a better person: Start small. Pet a puppy.
...this blogthings has a one-track mind! What's with the dictator stuff?!
Well, you're not necessarily evil - but you're pretty darn bad.
Morals are something you don't concern yourself with. You're amoral... not immoral.
So what motivates you instead of ethics? Greed, lust, laziness, anger. The usual bad stuff.
Bottom line, you're not trying to be a good person. In fact, it probably never crosses your mind.
You are also probably: Not too terribly concerned about what anyone thinks of you
Right now you are on track to being: An evil dictator
To be a better person: Start small. Pet a puppy.
...this blogthings has a one-track mind! What's with the dictator stuff?!
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
Jeff and Linus Looked into each others eyes for a moment..Jeff looked closely at Linus' mouth and saw that it as orange.Jeff went up to him an grabbed the collar of his shirt in anger and said, "FIRST MY HOME AND NOW MY DORIOTOS?I should kill you right now you bastard!'As Jeff pulled back his fist with all his anger Linus looked at him with a sad face, and said," but Jeffrey..I am..Your Father"
aaronjer made me do it. I was hoping i'd never see any of you jacktards ever again.
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar.
It was Linus Torvalds. Jeffrey was astonished, he was sure nobody could have survived that fall so many years ago. But here was his arch-nemesis in the flesh, kneeling over in pain and clutching his raw, tender leg-wounds.
We use spaces after our periods in this here language.
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home. He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back. He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
Through the smoke and burning embers of what was once his home, Jeff carelessly stumbled towards the figure that seemed to be eluding him. Jeff was positive his quarry would escape, as he barely had sight of him, but a crash and a painful scream made it obvious he was going to confront the one who destroyed his beloved hovel. And as he came upon his prey he could see a face that was all too familiar...
Jeffery Davis was walking down the street one day, enjoying the crumbling city around him. It was a beautiful day, and all was quiet, especially since The Disaster. As he walked down the street, something briefly caught his eye at the edge of an alley, before it vanished. It was the only moving thing he'd seen in weeks. After freezing for just a second he bolted after it. Could it be what he thought? He ducked round the corner.
"Dammit, another FUCKING cat!" He swore out loud at another day ruined by yet another dashed hope.
He stood there, stunned and demoralized for a minuite, before continuing to trudge on. However, after walking for another half hour, he did find himself some frozen steak, a bag of Doritos, and some stale bread at an old resturant.
"Enough to keep me going" Jeff said aloud with a smile.
Upon further inspection he discovered that the bag of doritos had already been opened, the chips removed, and refilled with hundred dollar bills. Ol' Jeffy's heart rose and sank, first the brief pang of excitement upon finding money, and then the realization that it no longer held any value. As he uncomfortably gnawed on the thawing steak he heard a catastrophically loud explosion far away towards the maroon setting sun.
Another one. They'd been getting more frequent of late. Warming the steak in his hands, he began the slow trek back to his latest 'home'.
He found himself at his home and came to realize, the last explosion was his home.He gnawed at the site of the blaze of his home an saw a shadow like small figure run from the back.He sat his steak down beside a flame and burnt the Doritos bag, but kept the money and ran after it.
It's a map of a curch by spraymoreplease. I just fixed leaks, planes with no normal, and added some basic stuff. It's a very nice map, but not a good one- asymmetrical and small. so...yep.
Knives only:
1. Make a game_player_equip entity and in it's properties make it give only a knife.
2. Make a small brush inside the map, but in a place INACCESSIBLE to players. Now turn it into a func_buyzone (with the ToEntity button on the right).
**THIS WAS COPIED RIGHT OUT OF A POST FROM A FEW DAYS AGO. PLEASE SEARCH BEFORE ASKING**
(sorry bout the caps)
WTF is wrong with this i don't get it . i changed the sky in my map to " green" but before that i tested it on a small map that complies fast first it didn't work, then i put it in again and it worked . after this i changed the sky in my bigger map and the same thing first time didn't work the second 3-4-5. time it worked . then i quit the game and put the map in to another cs maps folder ( a 1.6 mod ) thinking that the problem was fixed ..but when i played the map it had THE DEFAULT SKY . now i quickly go back to the other cs i put the map in first time and that had the default sky AGAIN ..
now idk why the default sky keeps coming back but it doesn't go with my map at all ! i really need help
Knives only:
1. Make a game_player_equip entity and in it's properties make it give only a knife.
2. Make a small brush inside the map, but in a place INACCESSIBLE to players. Now turn it into a func_buyzone (with the ToEntity button on the right).
35 hp:
Make another entity. This time it'll be a game_player_hurt. In it's properties set the damage to 65.
A 2nd grade teacher decides to teach sex ed. to her
class. She starts out by drawing a penis on the chalk
board and asks the class,
"Does anyone know what this is?"
And little Johnny says, "Yes, my dad has 2 of them!"
And the teacher says, "Are you sure about that?"
And little Johnny says, "Yes, he uses a small skinny
one to go to the bathroom, and a big long one to brush
the babysitter's teeth."
It is near the end of the school year.
The teacher has turned in the grades and there is really
nothing more to do. All the children are restless
because of this.
Teacher: "Whoever answers the questions I ask first and
correctly can leave early today."
Little Johnny says to himself "Good, I want to get outta
here. I'm smart and will answer the question."
Teacher: "Who said 'Four Score and Seven Years Ago'?"
Before Johnny can open his mouth, Susie says,
"Abraham Lincoln."
Teacher: "That's right Susie, you can go home."
Johnny is MAD that Susie answered the question first.
Teacher: "Who said 'I Have a Dream'?"
Before Johnny can open his mouth, Mary says,
"Martin Luther King."
Teacher: "That's right Mary, you can go."
Johnny is even madder than before.
Teacher: "Who said 'Ask not, what your country can
do for you'?"
Before Johnny can open his mouth, Nancy says,
"John F. Kennedy."
Teacher: "That's right Nancy, you may also leave."
Johnny is BOILING mad that he has not been able to
answer to any of the questions.
When the teacher turns her back Johnny says,
"I wish these bitches would keep their mouths shut!"
The teacher turns around: "NOW WHO SAID THAT?!?!"
Johnny: "BILL CLINTON. CAN I GO NOW?"
A teacher asks her class, "If there are 5 birds sitting
on a fence and you shoot one of them,
how many will be left?" She calls on little Johnny.
"None, they all fly away with the first gunshot."
The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4,
but I like your thinking."
Then Little Johnny says,
"I have a question for YOU.There are three women sitting
on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking
the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream.
The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone.
The third is biting off the top of the ice cream.
Which one is married?"
The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies,
"Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top
and sucked the cone."
"The correct answer is the one with the
wedding ring on...
.....but I like your thinking."
A father came home from a long business trip to find
his son riding a new 21 speed mountain bike.
"Where did you get the money for the bike?
It must have cost $300," he asked.
"Easy, Dad," little Johnny replied.
"I earned it hiking."
"Come on Johnny," the father said.
"Tell me the truth."
"That is the truth!" Johnny replied.
"Every night you were gone, Mom's boss, Mr. Reynolds,
would come over to see Mom. He'd give me a $20 bill
and tell me to take a hike!"
Little Johnny was passing his parents' bedroom in the
middle of the night in search of a glass of water.
Hearing a lot of moaning and thumping, he peeked in
and caught his folks in The Act.
Before his dad could even react, Little Johnny
exclaimed, "Oh, boy! Horsy ride! Daddy,
can I ride on your back?"
Relieved that Johnny was not asking more uncomfortable
questions and seeing the opportunity not to break his
stride, Daddy agreed. Johnny hopped on and Daddy
started going to town.
Pretty soon Mommy started moaning and gasping.
Johnny cried out, "Hang on tight, Daddy!
This is the part where me and the,
milkman usually get bucked off!"
Pai hartile fy implica urmatoarele: sa fie simetrica, oarecum mica si sa aiba arme pe jos. Armele sunt entitati pe nume "armoury_entry"; dupa ce le-ai plasat (la fel ca si spawn points, in aer) dai clic dreapta si selectezi properties si selectezi arma care sa apara acolo.
English:
Well fy maps involve next things: being symmetrical, kinda small and weapons being spawned on ground. You can add weapons by creating an entity (armoury_entry); after you placed them(they shouldn't be touching the ground) right click on them and select properties and then the type of weapon to be spawned with it.
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
How to Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
I'm not sure how to fix....
Check it out....It's not much of a map, i know....i just learned how to make them 3 hours ago but here u go.....
ok.. i know theres a post on this but i couldn't fix my problem with that.. i have a small map and its all inside the grid... i also checked the .map file and didn't find anything about the brushes exploding. it shows that i have like brush 15 - 34 outside world... anyone know how i can find whatever is outside the world or can i group and copy my map to a new hammer file?
--> Nevermind.. i did export to .map(or w/e its called) again and for some reason the compiling suddenly worked... those of you with this problem should try that :)
A couple cool things would be the addition of being able to quote posts from the topic, and announcements and stickys as well.
EDIT: Also having an advanced user account, as opposed to a regular account, for trusted users, with abilities like making stickies, and other small things that users aren't normally able to do. You know what I mean?
little known fact: superjer eats the heads of other small babies to gain their knowledge, so he eventually learned how to map and how to burn CDs with his elbow.
little known fact: superjer eats the heads of other small babies to gain their knowledge, so he eventually learned how to map and how to burn CDs with his elbow.
i am sick and tired of noobs trying to use hammer (1.6) for source
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First of all, I want to inform you why I am writing another sets of tutorials for CS:S. There are already countless tutorials on the internet on the same subject, but what makes these tutorials stand out is that I am going to make you into a good (or even great) mapper. I am going to teach good mapping techniques from the start, so you don't develop bad habits. I am going to infuse you with practical knowledge from the perspective of an experienced mapper. It's not just about the technical aspects of mapping--you can get that from any other counter-strike website. Follow my advice, and I'll save you from regret and massive mistakes in your mapping career.
In addition, I am going to cover the aesthetics aspects of mapping as well as the technical skills. Mapping really should be considered an art form. Simply getting a map to compile and load without error is not sufficient. A serious mapper should set his sights on something more. Not only are we going to discuss gameplay, but we're also going to cover performance optimization and how to make your maps realistic and beautiful. These will be covered in the advanced topics later, but once you mastered them, you're going to impress your friends and clan members to no ends.
So, without further delay, let's get right to it. By the end of this tutorial, you will know how to make a simple room in CS:S. But before we get started, you should already be familiar with the Steam directory structure and know how to work with the CS:S console. If not, I strongly recommend you reading up on the tutorial Configuring Hammer and Working with CS:S Console first.
Quick Tour Of Hammer
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When Hammer first loads, there is no map open. Go ahead and start a new map by picking "New" under the "File" menu. Once the new file is created, there are two toolbars on the screen--one horizontally on top and one vertically down the left side. You will be using the tools on the left most frequently. The section on the right hand side is mostly for texture and entity selection. We'll cover them one by one in detail later.
Let's tidy up the various tool bars on the screen first. Drag the "VisGroups:" bar all the way to the right side (sometimes it starts out cluttering the screen, depending on the resolution of your monitor), so you'll have more screen real estate for viewing your map. The VIS groups is an organizational tool for map editing. I don't find it particularly useful, and many experienced mappers don't really bother themselves with it either. So let's ignore it for now.
After you've cleaned up your screen a bit, it should look like this:
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The central part of the screen consists of four different views of your map. The camera view is the most difficult to understand, but it's also the most powerful. Imagine you are actually inside the map, getting a preview of what your map is going to look like once it's done. You can "fly around" in the map using different camera controls, but we won't get into that right now.
The 3D camera view has several options, and you can select them by clicking on the word "camera" in the upper left corner of the grid. I find the "3D Flat" option most practical, but I occasionally use the "3D Textured" view as well. The other options are for specialized mapping tasks. Set it to "3D Flat" for now.
The top (x/y) view is the view of your map from a birds-eye perspective. It's the easiest to work with. Whenever you become disoriented, it's the best place to get you back on track. The side and front views are self-explanatory. They are important because they give you the position of objects along the vertical axis (or the z-axis). The z-axis determines how tall or how high the objects are in your map.
Constructing A Room:
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After the tedious technical process of configuring Hammer and setting up your editor, this is the moment you have been waiting for. We're going to make your first map. It will not be considered a masterpiece, but it will be your very significant personal milestone.
The first thing you need to do is select the brush constructing tool, also known as the Block Tool. A brush is the term mappers use for a block of solid geometry. It could be a wall, a ceiling, part of a window, or even glass. For now, you can just think of a brush as something solid that the player cannot walk through in the map. The Block Tool is on the left side of the screen, as shown below:
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With the Block Tool, drag a square-shaped block in the top (x/y) view. Drag out a 256x256 block. Don't make it too big. The dimensions in Hammer is generally bigger than you expect. After you're done, it should look like the screen below:
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In the side (y/z) view, drag the rectangular shape until the block is 192 unit tall. When the block is 256 unit wide, 256 unit deep, and 192 unit tall, hit Enter to create the block.
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You're not done yet. The block you just created is completely solid. It's just like the wooden block kids play with. Players and entities cannot exist inside a solid block. So now you need to hollow out the inside of the block to make it into a room.
With your box still selected (the edges of the box in 2D view should be red), press Ctrl-H. A small dialogue box pops up, asking you for the thickness of the wall. As prompted in the dialogue, a negative number will extend the thickness of the wall outward, allowing more space inside the hollowed box itself. I tend to always hollow outward, so type in -32 for the thickness, and press Enter.
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For future references, the external wall of a map should always be at least 8 unit thick. Anything thinner might cause a problem with leaks. I'll address leaks in another tutorial. For now, -32 units will do the trick.
No, we're not there yet. We still need at least a light entity and a spawn point in the box. These are the minimal requirements for a map to load.
Another question, umm how do you make words appear on the screen of players? like say you enter a room, then small white words appear on ur screen, is that possible? anyways thx!
hey again. Im trying to decompile de_inferno, and it has included textures in it, try to use winbsp but it gives me an error. I tried to open it useing Quark but it cant save *.map only bsp again, I wish to make de_inferno A or B bomb site, a small map.
(p.s. I grabbed all textures from the map, and i created a wad file with it.)
i diddnt even see this and im replyin. nice flash videos. even better than that time when i took a shower, i looked down and thought i had 1 ball but i realized it was caught in between meh legs. also bettter than the time i got sexual harrasment lawsuit for giving a (female) a small pinch on that sweet ass. can you beleive motherfuckin bullshit?
oh and superjer. you cant cover up the stench of failure under your armpits with cheap mother fuckin tag spray.
im not a mad snowman for notin gad damnit.
Load the pointfile of the map (I use the .pts file), and look for where the thick red line leaves the map. It'll give you a general location of where you're leak is.
In the future, to prevent leaks, use big grid sizes, and only use small grid sizes for details.
And also, make sure you're lights aren't in the solids. You should be able to see the 'lightbulb' fully.
And also make sure you're info_player_starts or info_player_deathmatches' aren't in the ground as well. I usually place them above the ground, but not by much. Just so they fall a little when they spawn.
Anyone who has been here a while probably knows that I wanted to design a game engine in C++, and I almost have it done.
Using Allegro, I have created one akin (from what I've read) to be a engine similar in function to that of Mugen. Its a small 2D, data driven game engine that can display 2D graphics, and uses a scripting language similar to C, only it has no arrays, and is used only to manipulate things in the game (ie: enemy ai, level scripting, dialog, changing levels, ect.)
Also it can play sounds, and have up to 10 scrolling or fixed backgrounds, and has input detection, ect. Entities are loaded each level individually from an ini file. An external level editor, that I'm in the process of making, can load, save , and edit levels from scratch.
Here is a mockup of the user interface of the level editor:
The confusing labels are just abbreviations.
Now I just have a couple problems with my project.
-First, I'm not sure how I'm going to make it evaluate mathematical formulas in a file using fstream (like "Var*12(Var+14)"). In other words, interpret like a calculator would for the scripts. Everything else, if statements, else statements, accessing of other entities, functions, temporary and static variable creation, ect, works.
-Second, I'm hooked on Dawn of War, and too busy to keep coding on it.
-Third, I want to add networking capability but I have no idea how to do this.
-Fourth: Coding a level editor is somewhat boring.
However, I'll overcome these....somehow. Meanwhile, I'm posting this truck to I guess spamvertise this , and ask for help. But mainly just for feedback. I'm going to make it a sort of log of my progress.
Chances are its going to be open source. And chances are I'm probably going to make a game with it. Therefor if anyone wants to lend a hand, and if you got skillz, then I'll gladly let you help out.
Q. What is this "Bad Surface Extents ????/0" error?
A. This is most commonly caused by having a really large brush. Sometimes a brush doesn't necessarily have to be too large, but if the texture is scaled down too small on it, you can still get this error.
The way compiling works is that on a standard texture scale (1.0) the compiler will break that texture up according to it's scale. In the case of 1.0, it doesn't have to. However, when you scale down the compiler has to make more cuts. The lower smaller the texture becomes, the more the compiloer has to cut. If it has to cut an insane amount of times, you can get this error.
On the flip side, scaling too large can give you this error as well. The solution? Find the offending brush and cut it into two or three smaller pieces using the clip tool. This will generally solve around 95% of the problems associated with this error. However, in some cases, this error can also be generated when you have an invalid shape. These generate floating point values that cause problems during compile. You may not know what that means, but WorldCraft usually does. Go into WorldCraft/Hammer and click on map > Check for Problems. This will point you to the offending brush and either fix it for you, or allow you to delete or fix the brush yourself.
i got some ideis. as_crazytruck, as_crazytruck2, as_crazytruck3. i seiries on better maps
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------as_crazytruck just a drive the vip to the safty point.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------as_crazytruck2 flying the vip to safty with atuo same truck from 1st 1 held by a helecopter by rope
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------as_crazytruck3 boating the truck whith the vip spawning in it, and a ramp 4 terrests 2 get on and the ts get 3 seadues a small boat and 2 copters with a tank on the board were the copters are and tanks around the map. a tunnle for the ts to drive thruogh whith a ramp for the boats to jump off on the lake. the lake gos to the t spawn
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------i know it might be to much u dont have to do it id be happy if u did
A good-looking woman walks into a bar wearing a tube top. She sits down at the end of the bar and immediately raises her hand to signal the bartender for a beer. At that moment, everybody notices that she doesn't shave her armpits. When she finishes her drink she raises her arm again to get another one. Again, everybody sees her incredibly hairy armpits. This happens a few times.
Meanwhile, a drunk man on the other side of the bar says to the bartender as he passes him, "Hey! D'you see that ballerina on the other side of the bar?"
A woman went to the Post Office to buy stamps for her Christmas Cards. "What denomination?" asked the clerk.
"Oh, good heavens! Have we come to this?" said the woman. "Well, give me 30 Catholic, 10 Baptist ones, 20 Lutheran, and 40 Presbyterian."
A Post Office worker at the main sorting office finds an unstamped, poorly hand-written envelope addressed to God. He opens it and discovers it is from an elderly lady, distressed because some thief robbed her of 100 dollars. She will be cold and hungry for the rest of the month if she doesn't receive some divine intervention.
The worker organizes a collection amongst the other postal workers, who dig deep and come up with 96 dollars. They get it to her by special courier the same morning.
A week later, the same postal worker recognizes the same hand on another envelope. He opens it and reads: "Dear God, Thank you for the 100 dollars. This month would have been so bleak otherwise. P.S. It was four dollars short but that was probably those thieving bastards at the Post Office."
The neighborhood postman was retiring after 30 years. On his last day of delivering mail, all of the people on his route left him something in the mail box in honor of his retirement. Some left money, some left small gifts, and some met him at the door and invited him in for a drink.
As he was putting the mail in the mailbox of the last house, the door opened, and the woman of the house stood there in beautiful lingerie. She invited him inside and lead him upstairs where she made mad passionate love to him. After their lovemaking she lead him downstairs where she prepaired an exquisite dinner for him.
He found a dollar bill under his plate as he ate and asked her about it. She explained, "When I called my husband to tell ask him what we should give you for your retirement, he said, 'fuck him, give him a dollar.' Dinner was my idea."
A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted and it immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse''s mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip.
She tries to throw her arms around the horse''s neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly ignorant of its slipping rider.
Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot becomes entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse''s pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.
She starts to lose consciousness, but to her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
Looking at it as if there's a joke there to be laughed at is approaching it from the wrong angle.
The original strip, which you almost have to see to understand it, has Garfield in the first panel saying "This is all I'll be shedding today." This sets up the whole punchline at the end with Jon, implying that if Garfield only sheds a single hair on that day, he's going to shed possibly double his normal amount tomorrow, a "ha ha" moment for cat owners who can understand and commiserate on the matter.
Without the input by Garfield, the humor isn't there in its normal form. The strip takes on Existentialist and Absurdist tone. Garfield enters and drops a single hair to the floor, an immediately strange gesture, to keep one small thing as though it had meaning, only to discard it without a word or even a visual response. Jon, stares at the futility of it all, and looks at the audience and admits that he fears the future.
It's not funny in and of itself, but it becomes funny in the juxtaposition of the two elements. We expect a punchline, and instead have the terrifying realization of Jon that nothing is certain in the world.
I've been writing too many goddamn English papers lately.
It's a poorly sound-synched clip from a show on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim Comedy Block, airing from 12:30 am to 12:45 am on (technically) Monday morning. The show is called Metalocalypse, though some refer to it as Deathklok Metalocalypse after the ficticious band that the show's main characters are in. It is made in part by Brendon Small, who also created Home Movies, which isn't funny despite what people might otherwise tell you.
Specifically, it is the clip from the episode that made me decide that I was never watching that show again, at least partially because the clown did not die, though he was beaten to a bloody pulp as he was in a previous episode. It is no longer available on Adult Swim's streaming online "Fix".
May God have mercy on your soul, and the soul of anyone else who reads this.
I noticed the different shapes, but I am still having an issue with this. I am trying to make very small shapes and the smallest I seem to be able to get down to is a 64x64 block (or other various shaped brushes) or a flat variation of this AND they seem to only want to stick to the sides of the grid in the top, front, side views.
This is a picture of a building similar to what I am trying to build, its not the exact building, but close enough so you can get the idea.
<img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e51/RaptStarGazer/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Not What I'm Doing, But A Good Example">
I understand that it is a game, and I will not be able to replicate the building to my desires, but I want to make a level that is pleasing to the eye and challenging to the mind.
I want to make things like posters, toilet stalls, columns, overhangs, signs ect.
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\MERRYC~1\Desktop\File's\maps\AWP_SN~1\DEVELO~1\hlcsg.exe "C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0"
Entering C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 2 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\merry christmas\desktop\file's\maps\textures\halflife.wad
- Contains 10 used textures, 100.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Including Wadfile: \documents and settings\merry christmas\desktop\file's\maps\textures\zhlt.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (7 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\merry christmas\desktop\file's\surf_blackknight_btm.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (29 textures in wad)
added 6 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.11 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.95 seconds elapsed
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\MERRYC~1\Desktop\File's\maps\AWP_SN~1\DEVELO~1\hlbsp.exe "C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0"
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 2 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
Warning: === LEAK in hull 0 ===
Entity light_environment @ (-2240,-128,3392)
Error:
A LEAK is a hole in the map, where the inside of it is exposed to the
(unwanted) outside region. The entity listed in the error is just a helpful
indication of where the beginning of the leak pointfile starts, so the
beginning of the line can be quickly found and traced to until reaching the
outside. Unless this entity is accidentally on the outside of the map, it
probably should not be deleted. Some complex rotating objects entities need
their origins outside the map. To deal with these, just enclose the origin
brush with a solid world brush
Leak pointfile generated
Warning: === LEAK in hull 1 ===
Entity light_environment @ (-2240,-128,3392)
Warning: === LEAK in hull 2 ===
Entity light_environment @ (-2240,-128,3392)
Warning: === LEAK in hull 3 ===
Entity light_environment @ (-2240,-128,3392)
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\MERRYC~1\Desktop\File's\maps\AWP_SN~1\DEVELO~1\hlvis.exe "C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0"
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0.log for the cause.
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: C:\DOCUME~1\MERRYC~1\Desktop\File's\maps\AWP_SN~1\DEVELO~1\hlrad.exe "C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0"
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file C:\Documents and Settings\MERRY CHRISTMAS\Desktop\File's\surf_pr0.log for the cause.
Thank you, that was helpful. I have made the basic skeleton for a small fraction of the mall and it seems to be doing wellI understand that you need a wad file in order to have textures in the game. How do you make you're own textures and thus make your own wad files? Or is there someone who is interested in making specific textures for me?
im compiling with settings at normal, and hdr off.
my pc is only amd athlon 2000+ but i compiled a bigger map (about 3 times bigger) with a hell of a lot more details in about 6month ago and it only took about 3-4 hours to compile.
in my new one ive done as much possible to keep it tidy (i.e. make the sky box as small as possible etc) but compile times seem massive for such a small map compared to the much larger one ive done b4....... is there an alternative programme for compiling or should i just be more patient and leave it to compile overnight or something?
The first problem (The Leak) is because there is a hole in your map somewhere. What I mean by a whole is that there is a place where your brushes didn't meet exactly and there is a gap between the inside of your map and the black region outside the map. Also there might be an entity inside a wall, or outside the map.
The second problem is caused if you have a huge brush or a really small texture. What probably happened is that when you saved it as a .map some brushes exploded. Open the .map and see what it looks like.
hlbsp: Error:
A LEAK is a hole in the map, where the inside of it is exposed to the
(unwanted) outside region. The entity listed in the error is just a helpful
indication of where the beginning of the leak pointfile starts, so the
beginning of the line can be quickly found and traced to until reaching the
outside. Unless this entity is accidentally on the outside of the map, it
probably should not be deleted. Some complex rotating objects entities need
their origins outside the map. To deal with these, just enclose the origin
brush with a solid world brush
hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
Can someone please help with this? I've had this problem for about a month now and no one is replying.
Superjer; i sent you an e-mail with the map zipped and a PM regarding this but you havent replied.
My .log looks like this:[code:1]hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg cs_mirel
Entering cs_mirel.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\ajawad.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (1 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\chateau.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (136 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_bdog.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (132 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_cbble.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (61 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_havana.wad
- Contains 2 used textures, 50.00 percent of map (122 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_office.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 25.00 percent of map (102 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cstraining.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\de_vertigo.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (19 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cstrike.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\cs_747.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (143 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\administrator\desktop\mapping_tools\wads\halflife.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 25.00 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Warning: More than 8 wadfiles are in use. (11)
This may be harmless, and if no strange side effects are occurring, then
it can safely be ignored. However, if your map starts exhibiting strange
or obscure errors, consider this as suspect.
Texture usage is at 0.26 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
0.11 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp cs_mirel
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
Warning: No entities exist in hull 0, no filling performed for this hull
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
----- END hlbsp -----
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis cs_mirel
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file cs_mirel.log for the cause.
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad cs_mirel
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file cs_mirel.log for the cause.
----- END hlrad -----[/code:1]
I cant do ANYTHING without solving this problem. Someone please help me with thios!!!!!
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg rh_meto
Entering rh_meto.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cstrike.wad
- Contains 6 used textures, 21.43 percent of map (123 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\halflife.wad
- Contains 13 used textures, 46.43 percent of map (3116 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\ajawad.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (1 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\chateau.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 3.57 percent of map (136 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cs_747.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (143 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cs_bdog.wad
- Contains 1 used texture, 3.57 percent of map (132 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cstraining.wad
- Contains 0 used textures, 0.00 percent of map (24 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cs_office.wad
- Contains 4 used textures, 14.29 percent of map (102 textures in wad)
Using Wadfile: \documents and settings\rh-pengy\desktop\cs mapping appz\wads\cs_havana.wad
- Contains 3 used textures, 10.71 percent of map (122 textures in wad)
Warning: More than 8 wadfiles are in use. (9)
This may be harmless, and if no strange side effects are occurring, then
it can safely be ignored. However, if your map starts exhibiting strange
or obscure errors, consider this as suspect.
added 6 additional animating textures.
Texture usage is at 0.97 mb (of 4.00 mb MAX)
1.50 seconds elapsed
----- END hlcsg -----
hlbsp v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlbsp -----
Command line: hlbsp rh_meto
Current hlbsp Settings
Name | Setting | Default
-------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
nofill [ off ] [ off ]
null tex. stripping [ on ] [ on ]
notjunc [ off ] [ off ]
subdivide size [ 240 ] [ 240 ] (Min 64) (Max 512)
max node size [ 1024 ] [ 1024 ] (Min 64) (Max 4096)
Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect
----- END hlbsp -----
hlvis v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlvis -----
Command line: hlvis rh_meto
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file rh_meto.log for the cause.
----- END hlvis -----
hlrad v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlrad -----
Command line: hlrad rh_meto
>> There was a problem compiling the map.
>> Check the file rh_meto.log for the cause.
----- END hlrad -----
I've got 9 wads included but that cant be the cause of this error. I removed one leaving 8 WAD's left (restarted Worldcraft) but nothing has changed......
I got this error when trying to compile my map:[code:1]hlbsp: Error: Exceeded MAX_LEAF_FACES
Description: This error is almost always caused by an invalid brush, by having huge rooms, or scaling a texture down to extremely small values (between -1 and 1)
Howto Fix: Find the invalid brush. Any imported prefabs, carved brushes, or vertex manipulated brushes should be suspect[/code:1]
I dont have any extremely huge room nor did i resize a shape really really small......
I fixed all the problems which existed(Alt+p) but i still get the same error.
Is there a particular way of finding out which shape/brush is corrupt?
Thanks!
You don't have to actually find out what the problem is... you can just delete everything in the 'problem half' once it gets down small enough to easily remake.
general_zim: you need to be careful about using VERY SMALL grid sizes. When your grid is tiny, you can easily & accidentally create tiny leaks like these.
BTW the way I found that leak under the door was by using the Pointfile. Don't look at all the red lines in the pointfile, focus on the corners, and where they go from having a corner OUTSIDE to INSIDE. That's always where a leak is.
If your map is really really leaky and/or messed up for whatever reason, it is often easist to just start over. As you have seen, it does not take a long time to build a lot of rooms/objects. It does take a long time to repair them if you screw something up.
You can always copy the stuff you worked really hard on from the old map to the new one. Like doors and detail objects. Those have nothing to do with leaks anyway.
PS: NEVER put a box around your whole map to catch all the leaks. This will just cause it to lag even worse than if you just keep the leaks. It's not the leaks themselves that cause the slowdown, it's the fact that the whole outside of the map has to be saved into the BSP as playable space.
There's no such thing as an outside area really. You just put the "SKY" texture on the walls/ceiling and then in the game it will do some magic and LOOK like it's outside.
Join forums?... errrrrr. I'm too busy working on McDiddy's 3 sorry!
The correct answer is, no, we don't really sleep. At least not at regular hours.
1. You hung out with? Probably Ato, Gato, and Supes. I went on vacation and was in a car for pretty much seven days without end and it almost blew up, but only once.
2. Rode in a car with? With? Probably Vanessa from work a couple weeks back when she needed a ride 'casue her car gone done did broke itself.
3. Went to the movies with? Prolly my mom and a long time ago.
4. You went to the mall with? That was at least ten years gone! Stop living in the past and go to hell already!
6. You talked on the phone to? Work, bastids are calling me in again.
7. Made you laugh? Myself because I capable of amazing feats of nonsequitor. Or it might've been Spigot the Bear.
W O U L D . Y O U . R A T H E R?
1. Pierce your nose or tongue? Tongue, I guess, but that would probably be too distracting for me.
2. Be serious or be funny? Dry humor, saying absolutely insane things with a straight face and a monotone.
3. Drink whole or skim milk? Ovaltine in large quantities daily.
4. Die in a fire or drown? I've nearly drowned three or so times now, once at my mom's wedding reception, so I think fire would be different.
5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? Trick question! My parents are enemies, with each other at least. Er. I'd like to exploit my enemies, but they're such a drag.
A N S W E R. T R U T H F U L L Y.
1. Do you like anyone? It depends on how close I have to be to them. I'm powered by a small core of blood, irony, and seething hatred.
2. Sun or moon? I don't know, glare or bitchin' Top Gun shades...
3. Winter or Fall? Winter because then everything's finished dying and there are snow days.
4. left or right? Nez won't stop calling me a freak because I'm a southpaw.
5. 10 acquaintances or two best friends? The second one because I can buy or drug acquaintances rather easily.
6. Sunny or rain? Rain because then when I drive all crazy people are less inclined to tail me.
7. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Chocolate has always been the right choice.
A B O U T . Y O U.
1. What time is it? I live in a boundless time continuum where there is no weekend. Except this weekend. (HEY ATO)
2. First Name? I don't know, people keep on making up names for me and I've never identified with any of them.
3. What do you want to do? Have a cult following. Then sell out.
4. Where do you wanna live? Anywhere I hang my head is where I'm going to call my home.
5. How many kids do you want? I 'unno, one at least.
6. Do you want to get married? Married to the mob or just regular married?
7. have you ever done drugs? I've overloaded on caffiene and painkillers a few times while writing papers and as an artist it's my responsibility to be drunk all the time.
8. Are you double jointed? Not just, but I can also dislocate my shoulder at will.
9. what do you like on your pizza? I eat pizza almost every day and it needs variety.
10. Can you cross your eyes? They're the wrong shape to do that, they'd need to be longer and of uneven lengths. I can, however, dot my eyes and cross my teas.
11. Do you make your bed daily? under no circumstances.
1. Which shoe goes on first? Both.
2. Ever thrown a shoe at someone? Yes. But only once and it was the least I could've done.
3. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Sometimes both and the third kind too.
4. Have you ever eaten Spam? Remember when Ryan opened the Spam? And we all nearly died? You can't have your cake and eat it too, but spam is for having, not eating.
Alternative answer: what? how can I eat intarnet junk mail?
5. Favorite ice cream? Dublin Mudslide?
6. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? Chex (4 MIX), Maple and Brown Sugar Oatmilk, Honey Bunches of Oats?
7. Do you cook? For a living, but probably not too much longer.
8. Current mood? Shakey and mildly irate.
IN . THE. LAST. 48 HOURS. HAVE. YOU.
1. kissed some one? That's a no.
2. sang? All the time.
3. been hugged? In the nude, sometimes for forty hours at a time.
4. Felt stupid: Not if I couldn't make someone else feel more stupid.
5. Missed someone: Sure thing.
6. Danced Crazy: Nah.
7. gotten your hair cut? Who does that? Superjer? He's not real.
8. Cried: Cried in a 48 hour period? What do I look like? A vagina?
9. Lied: Often.
10. been kissed: Same basic thing as one, isn't it? And does it matter?
. S T U F F .
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? Once in a Miami airport but it turned out it was just batteries and not WMDs, which is pretty much what I told them to the dismay of the teacher.
2. do you have a Dog? I'd like one, but I'm not goign to be living in any one place for much longer and my mother keeps listening to my aunt, who only wants mechanically obediant dogs.
3. When's the last time you've been sledding? Several years ago, I have this bitchin' wooden sled that was made long before they started to put safety regulations on children toys.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? Anyone I've ever slept within thirty feet of tends to snore or grind their teeth and I need near absolute silence or steady noise to pass out. Or alcohol. Let's go with that.
5. Do you believe in ghosts? Yeah, sure.
6. Do you consider yourself creative? Not in some flamingly predictable "I'm so different from you" way, but yeah, I do weird things and I get around.
now with the cube selected hit ctrl+H which should bring up a small box which is our hollowing options
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/warmoose/hollowcube.jpg
16 is usually a good number for wall thinkness. i did a negative value to hollow outwards.
dont worry, you will see what i mean when u do it.
Now open the texture browser on the right hand side(default)
and in the filter type toolsskybox (pic below)
Now there should be only one texture showing. double click it.
Now with your "Box" selected, hit the apply texture button
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/warmoose/fullscreen.jpg the texture browser
If your following me so far good job. were nearly done
Now we must choose what we want to sky to look like
reopen the texture browser
and in the filter type skybox/
the / just helps eliminate other thinks which we done want.
now have a look through the sky sets.
Once u have found the one you want take note of its name, good idea to write it down.
you only use one of the 6 as they are called the same thing but with slightly different endings
make sure u leave the ending off eg "sky_day01_03bk" should just be "sky_day01_03"
hit apply then your done.
save and compile your map
for ingame screen shot purposes i have added player spawn and some light. If u dont know how to do this im sure its covered on another tutorial here
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/warmoose/s0000.jpg Another matter is the pitch of light_environment. Frequently, beginner mappers set this angle to -90, so the sunlight shines straight down. Lighting in high-noon doesn't provide very interesting shadows. If you pay close attention to de_dust or de_dust2, even though it's set in the afternoon, the pitch of the sunlight isn't exactly perpendicular to the ground. It's slightly off, just enough to create all sorts of beautiful contrasting shadows. We should learn from these official maps when we make our own
-Gulliver
A white pelican. He flies in a UFO, which you can shoot down between
6AM and 12PM on weekdays. When you do he gives you an item. He
is currently the only way we know of to get the Metroid legally.
-Harriet
A pink poodle who runs the beauty shop at Nookingtons. Can be found
at "The Roost" at 11PM. If you become good friends with her (by talking
to her a lot) then she will allow you to get all of the haircuts, not just
your gender's haircuts (so girls can get boy haircuts and boys can get
girl haircuts).
-Joan
A dark brown boar who sells White and Red turnips every Sunday in
the morning.
-K. K. Slider
A white dog, generally accepted as the mascot of Animal Crossing. He
carries a guitar, and appears every saturday night, starting at 730, at
the Cafe' under the museum. Between 8 and 12 PM he will play you a
song, and at the end he will give you a bootleg copy of it.
-Kaitlin
A small skinny yellow kitten who comes to your town if you commonly
use WiFi. She says she's from the town of someone on your friend list
who's added you, and she wants you to take her back to that town.
-Kapp'n
A green cabdriver who takes you to town. It would appear he is a
Kappa, a creature from Japanese mythology that usually appeared
as a turtle-like humanoid beast who lived underwater.
-Kaitie
Same as Katilin, except she's rather plump. It is random which one
comes to your town.
-Katrina
Comes to your town at a random time and offers to tell your fortune
for 100 bells. The fortune heavily effects you for the day, and it can
be good or bad. You can have your fortune "cleansed" for 10k.
-Lyle
Lyle is a gray-blue otter. He is an insurance salesman. He
appears outside your home on the first Saturday after you move
in. He sells 3,000 Accident Insurance. I you buy it then he will
send you 100 bells in the mail when you get stung by a bee.
He returns the following Saturday, selling Damage Insurance.
If bought he will pay you a certain amount of money when you
buy fake paintings from Redd. He also makes you take a
questionnaire. One of the questions is when Redd comes.
The day you give him is the day Redd will appear in your town
from then on.
-Mabel
A dark blue porcupine who runs the Able Sister's clothing shop
with her sister.
-Mr. Resetti
Mr. Resetti is a brown mole who appears when you turn off your
game without saving (aka reseting). Every time you reset he comes
and yells at you. Eventually he will make you type out things, or use
a meter to show how sorry you are.
-Pascal
A beaver who appears on your shoreline at a random time each
week. He gives you a random item when you talk to him, and then
dives into the ocean.
When BSP leaked, it created a file called ArtOfWar.pts
This is called the point file and it contains the path that BSP followed when inspecting your map.
In Hammer, use Map -> Load Pointfile ... to view the path in 3D.
Sometimes this will help you find the leak.
The worst leaks are SUPER-TINY and result from moving LARGE objects while using a VERY SMALL grid size. Be careful to always use the largest grid-size that makes sense for what you are building.
I'm not sure what it is, I'm not that *Great* at english, Oh and the name of the map might sound weird.. Well this is how the map, " CT/T spawns in the air (like 1hp), either CT/T's can kill eachother =) (There is loads of boxes in the middle *Like boxwars*)or find the *Secret* room wich teleports the character to a tower.
Where you surf down and at the end of it you're supposed to jump in a tunnel * Like surf_water-run *, then you get teleported to a room where you can either choose to go back to the CT/T spawn or to a place with some guns.
Anyways, who cares about what the map is about, Here's what it says:
Here's some pics. Not sure if they are needed, if they are they're here.
Top:
Front:
The side looks just like the top anyway's so who cares about that.
*******This map worked BEFORE i added a few things, like teleport places, a ladder , a sky.
Tell me if you need any file to make it work.
****I'm new to this, this is my first map****
Oh, by the way! is there any good WADconverter? (not for sprays) I'm going to add some credits and that, or is there any other way to do this? The spray wadconverters makes the picture too small to even see a word lol.
hlcsg v2.5.3 rel Custom Build 1.7 (Dec 9 2002)
Zoner's Half-Life Compilation Tools -- Custom Build
Based on code modifications by Sean 'Zoner' Cavanaugh
Based on Valve's version, modified with permission.
Submit detailed bug reports to (merlinis@bigpond.net.au)
----- BEGIN hlcsg -----
Command line: hlcsg surf_25hp
Entering surf_25hp.map
Current hlcsg Settings
Name | Setting | Default
---------------------|-----------|-------------------------
threads [ 1 ] [ Varies ]
verbose [ off ] [ off ]
log [ on ] [ on ]
developer [ 0 ] [ 0 ]
chart [ off ] [ off ]
estimate [ off ] [ off ]
max texture memory [ 4194304 ] [ 4194304 ]
priority [ Normal ] [ Normal ]
noclip [ off ] [ off ]
null texture stripping[ on ] [ on ]
clipnode economy mode [ on ] [ on ]
onlyents [ off ] [ off ]
wadtextures [ on ] [ on ]
skyclip [ on ] [ on ]
hullfile [ None ] [ None ]
min surface area [ 0.500 ] [ 0.500 ]
brush union threshold [ 0.000 ] [ 0.000 ]
Using mapfile wad configuration
Wadinclude list :
[zhlt.wad]
1 brushes (totalling 6 sides) discarded from clipping hulls
CreateBrush:
10%...20%...30%...40%...50%...60%...70%...80%...90%...Error: Entity 226
, Side 0: plane with no normal Error: plane with no normal
Description: The map has a problem which must be fixed
Howto Fix: Check the file ZHLTProblems.html for a detailed explanation
roblem
Error: Entity 227, Brush 0, Side 0: plane with no normal
(0.27 seconds)
hlcsg: Error: Error opening test.map: No such file or directory
shows up and i'm not to clear what that means, i've looked through the forms and made small changes here and there, but still no change. I have all the hlbsp, hlcsg, hlrad, hlvis along with the .bat and map file in the same folder. If you need anymore info plz ask, i'll gladly try to give you what ever info i can.
Max size is hard-coded into the engine at 8192 inches across (682 feet).
It is pretty small but also your waves look HUGE. Have you compiled that yet?
Like 20 people could fit on that side by side no problem.
Also, if you build too close to the edge of the map-space, the compile will sometimes break. As intermediate steps, sometimes the compilers have to create extra solids and sometimes they are a little bigger than you map. If any of this extends OUTSIDE the -4096/+4096 range, it will fail.
Is there any possible way to make the actual allowed MAP SIZE bigger? The maximum space i can have is WAAAAY too small for surf maps. I can barely fit a few waves in there, let alone any other map types too. Am I missing something? Please help!!!
1. Just add a light entity. It is a point that will emit light. It is invisible though. In its properties you can shoose a color and strength for the light coming out.
You should build a lightbulb or light fixture of some kind out of normal brushes to explain the light. Your light fixture (and most small detail things) should be converted to a func_wall or func_illusionary, and your map will run faster. Lots of tiny little world brushes (non-entity) are BAD for your map.
2. Some textures automatically emit light. Open the file called lights.rad in your compilers folder (use Notepad). You will see lines that look like this:
[code:1]lightpanel 255 240 180 8000[/code:1]
That makes the texture called lightpanel emit yellow-ish light at 8000 strength. Each line follows this structure:
[code:1]texture_name Red Green Blue Strength[/code:1]
Red, Green and Blue are all from 0-255. Strength has no limit.
You can add or change lines in the file all you want. The file is used by HLRAD.exe
So now we find are Hero / me up north at a camp called hobart bay{Alaska}..pretty much guys running from the law /child suport ect..and a few normals..anyways ...well it was summer time and the {BUGS} were out in force.Well we got to the job /landing " landing = were the fuck were working " thats logger talk / man shit ..anyways...So the Crumy /Truck that what we call the rig we drive around in for you tards that dont know...anyways..I looked out the window and sure as hell ..Yup..BUGS! ..I was not happy..why u ask ..well let me tell you why..thanks for asking..anyways..well they call these BUGS {No see um's} there a very small fly that lays eggs on your skin = itchy time ..anyways ...well you Hero/ me got out of the truck and went over the Hill ..and down to were the work is ...anyways ..about 2 hours into the morning the BUGS had my number ...I went to the tail end of the job and told the {Hooktender} / boss ..im fucking DONE ! ..he says come on son dont quit you can hang back here with me for a bit..I was like F that shit, they will be back 2morrow !..anyways...I went back up the hill to the landing..member landing = were the job starts...very good..anyways Now are Hero/ me was not really ready to drag up from this job..SO ! I got 2 cans of logging paint and went back over the hill again ..I found a large stump that was like 4 ft above ground and sat on it ....anyways ...the BUGS were still on me and were following me !..so I poped the lid on the can of paint and started to spray them down..1 dot of paint = death to a BUG !..so I sat and turned on that log hitting them from all sides with this {pink} logging paint..I killed 1000's that day and it made me feel GOOD !..anyways ...I did this on 2 diff stumps before I ran out of paint..the other can was yellow paint btw...anyways ...well yeah I went back to work and ended my day..SO now ..the next day we came back to the landing and the camp manager was there too../ he shows up all over from time too time..lucky me ...well he looks over the landing down at the work and see's two crop circles of paint and ask wtf did that ?..well now your Hero/ me was prob in deep shit right ? well to be onest I dont member wtf happened to me ..guessing not much..So anyways just a note to you BUGS out there ...dont get close to a man with a can of paint !
That's very good, Elenkos, you get 85 'anchorwoman' points for your last submission.
You scored an 88% with your caption on this picture:
Of course, we would have also accepted "Aparently 8 out of 10 of the elevators to Blue Team's secret underground fortress have broken down, and team members are making do with the remaining two."
or "They called a plumber but not before the shit backed up to the roof."
This last entry, while only scoring a 73%, would earn you a one-time bonus of 150 points from red team.
In other news, both red and blue team have submitted their designs for doomsday machines.
Red submitted a nasty little number, pictured here:
Which earns points for being portable and easy to hide in briefcases, backpacks, or small motor vehicles. Aparently it's operation involves lasers and being reflective (which it clearly is), and is perhaps designed to controll the weather in some way. It lacks somewhat in power, barely making it into the doomsday-class of weaponry (meaning it will have trouble blowing up an entire small nation state in one go), but none the less we've awarded this Doomsday device a score of 2738 points, based on an average of 1 judges score.
Blue's submission is a little less elegant, although it makes up for that somewhat in it's sheer power. Originally intended as some sort of satellite, it has since changed into an emp ray, reflective laser bomb, mirv warhead, and finally wound up as you see here, as a device designed to cause all electronic devices in the world to simultaneously explode, with a magnitude somehow propotional to the number of circuits in the device:
We're not sure how it works, and no one on blue's team has been crazy enough to press the switch yet so only time will tell if this thing truly is powerful enough to earn the title "Doomsday Device". We've given it a score of 2655.
And finally, the karaoke competition is about to begin. Here's a photo of a tech doing final testing on the "Kara-tron 8,000,000,000", the worlds most advanced karaoke machine by a wide margin:
Hopefully we've worked out all the kinks inherent in the design of the "Kara-tron 7,000,000,000", which had a meltdown before the competition even began.
I find it reassuring to see that i am not one of the only people who thinks about these issues. I would write a lot but i am not feeling like it so i would just make some small comments.
The mass people who believe in religous deitys ( i dont know the plural for deity) are uneducated.
Change in soceity and the common way of thought will be quickly ignored until its too late sadly.
At the rate we are going mankind is unfortunately doomed.
I would love to continue an intelligent conversation, but i am very lazy, maybe some other time...
Q. What is this "Bad Surface Extents ????/0" error?
A. This is most commonly caused by having a really large brush. Sometimes a brush doesn't necessarily have to be too large, but if the texture is scaled down too small on it, you can still get this error.
The way compiling works is that on a standard texture scale (1.0) the compiler will break that texture up according to it's scale. In the case of 1.0, it doesn't have to. However, when you scale down the compiler has to make more cuts. The lower smaller the texture becomes, the more the compiloer has to cut. If it has to cut an insane amount of times, you can get this error.
On the flip side, scaling too large can give you this error as well. The solution? Find the offending brush and cut it into two or three smaller pieces using the clip tool. This will generally solve around 95% of the problems associated with this error. However, in some cases, this error can also be generated when you have an invalid shape. These generate floating point values that cause problems during compile. You may not know what that means, but WorldCraft usually does. Go into WorldCraft/Hammer and click on map > Check for Problems. This will point you to the offending brush and either fix it for you, or allow you to delete or fix the brush yourself.
Notice that the game gave you coords too (-320,0,448)
If you go to that location in Hammer, the offending object should be nearby.
most people get programs from either bit torrent my favorite is azureus. or sites such as phazzeddl. i only reccommend pirating to learn about the program and once you get a job, make money, or profit in any way from it you should go ahead and buy it. The people who work on those programs really need the money ( the small companies really need it the most )
i dont reccomend limewire due to the viruses and the ease to be tracked, i only use it to dl a song that i want to hear before getting it from somewhere else.
No, on a small scale they function as leaderless hunter-gatherer groups. As a whole they are ruled by "Clan of the Nomads." You heard me, that's his name.
What equipment is commonly taken on storm chases? The variety of chase equipment is almost limitless; however, some of the same basic components can be found in most chasers' vehicles. Besides cameras and camcorders, basic gear can include: 2-meter and/or weather radios, scanners, miniature TVs, microcassette recorders, first-aid kits, state and national road atlases, plastic bags, batteries, extra hub caps, videotapes, 3 condoms, a rubber chicken, and a lucky banjo. Many chasers have onboard PCs or laptops, cellular phones, GPS tracking, two-way radios (for communicating with other vehicles of a caravan), power adapters and splitters, anemometers, thermometers and hygristors, window-mounting camera brackets, built-in camera holders, and much more.
Where do most storm chasers go? The hub of activity is in central and western Oklahoma, into parts of northwest Texas and the eastern Texas Panhandle. This area has by far the most tornadoes per unit area on the planet; and it also tends to have open spaces for good viewing at a distance. Kansas and eastern Colorado are also favored for the same reasons. Some chasers venture further north into Nebraska and South Dakota during the late spring and early summer months, when the climatological trend of severe thunderstorms shifts northward. There are regional storm chasers from coast to coast, and even in a few other countries.
When is chasing done? Severe storms are most common in the central and southern Plains -- where viewing is best -- during the spring period. March storms often lack much instability or move too fast to chase effectively. April brings some of the first chasable weather, and by May the storms are usually moving slowly enough and instability is at its peak. This continues into the first half of June; but afterwards, the wind fields tend to weaken in the central and southern Plains and the best supercell activity shifts into the northern Plains. Some chasers go to Colorado in July to chase hailstorms and so-called "landspout" tornadoes, which are fairly common there during that month. Overall, the last half of May is statistically the best time to chase. A small secondary peak (within a week or two) of chaseable severe weather sometimes occurs in the Plains in late September or early October.
What do storm chasers drive? What are the best storm chasing vehicles? All Storm Chasers utilize customized equipment, and vehicles are no exception. Four-wheel drive SUVs (Broncos, Explorers, Durangos) are the most popular among many chasers for their ability to handle wet, slippery conditions as well as dirt, gravel, mud, landmines, and 44mm shells; although they do have fuel mileage and expense burdens. More frugal chasers may be seen in older sedans or even compact cars. For chasing purposes, small cars (Civics, Celicas, Escorts) generally have great mileage, but get cramped after long hauls with people and equipment; and they are less safe in the event of a
To make a flash, you take some black powder and light it, preferably with one of those long lighters/ matches, don't wanna burn your hand now! So put all the black powder in a pile (try a small one first) and light it! It makes alota smoke too!
you know, dburnell01, you are not cool by writing messages in small text down the bottom of your post. only a few of the admins, and some other people can do that effectively.
they're obviously different. although i'd love it if it really was some psychological thing (seeing as how Freeman ends HL and starts HL2 on a subway in space with G-man talking to him. i'd have loved that twist. oh btw i haven't finished HL2 so no spoilers plz.
NEway, Freeman's cheeks aren't as pronounced as G-man's. Freeman has broad, round cheeks, while G-man has sharp angular cheeks. The five-o shadow is convincing, though. Next there are the eyebrows. One of the many reversals. Freeman's brows bush out, while G-man's bush in. G-man also has earlobes. Freeman has small or no earlobes. Also G-man's hairline has a pronounced cleft while Freeman has a nearly straight hairline. This is innate and not something that can be easily changed, especially when you consider Freeman obviously doesn't consider an upkeep of his appearance (buy a razor, man!). Lastly, the nose. Freeman's nose is big, while G-man has a very skinny nose. Also, G-man's nostrils flare out at the tip and close in at the bottom. Freeman's nostrils flare at the cheek bone.
So there, as you can see they're two different people. End of subject. New post now.
i like kelvin if you add 273 to a celcius reading then you get a kelvin. i dont know the farenheit version. and its an absolute bitch to convert from celcius to farenheit.
yes we all should use kelvin, but it would probably end up sending a few small countries broke with the conversion
as for FPS, I play MOHAA, but that gets old fast...still play it though. at the internet cafe they let me play Call of Duty: United Offensive and Battlefield: Desert Combat for free, although recently I forked over 12 bucks to play COD for three hours. They pitied me for losing my computer, so I also got four free hours the last time i was there. on thursday nights they let me play for free. one of the owners is nice to me. i kick decent ass in CoD. Among those of us in the cafe, I probably rank 4th. Although Smashhead (the one that lets me play for free every week) can easily snipe my ass and pretty much always outranks me in every FPS match we play, he still fears me on some maps. when i pull out the PPS4 or um...think it's called the Stein or Sten something or other... British assault rifle, i'm deadly. occasionally i get lucky and we end up in a heated gunfight. the greatest one was when i was trying to toss a grenade, but i had reached second rank so i had a smoke grenade also and because i always mousewheelUP, it selected the smoke grenade. so i tossed the smoke grenade out and it popped right between us. i used that opportunity to run backwards then hide behind some bushes. then i ran out of the bushes and the gunfight continued. i forgot who won that fight, but Smashhead congratulated me on the awesome duel. my reflexes are also a little faster than his, so when i have the automatics and run out around a corner, sometimes i bump into him and BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM! ... he gets lucky and kills me first. how the fuck he does that i dunno, some fucked up glitch in the game. i get him to low health though. and sometimes i snipe with an SMG. in COD that is hard to do. i picked off Smashhead in Stalingrad one time using burst-fire with my MP40 (German SMG), four bullets in paired burstings. Smashhead complimented me on that too. That game is heart-pounding. I come out of that game shaking sometimes. serious adrenaline rush. If you ever wanna join us, i think the server name is CODUO GALAXY GAME CAFE. My SN is (GGC)Theou Aegis.
Gunbound never gets boring for me. It's always fun talking shit and in Gunbound you have plenty of time to talk shit. Unfortunately the fuckhead minors playing video games these days keep kicking me or banning me from games. I've been banned from I dunno how many MOHAA servers... but in Gunbound i'm just soooo cute, so i love playing it. although, i've had falling outs with some of my Gunbound buddies, one of which is slowly being pieced back together, and other buddies just stopped playing. my Japanese guildmates are rarely on when i'm on nowadays. and the 14yr old girl in Brunei whose father's Japanese and mother Chinese (small tits but GODDAMN SHE'S CUTE!!!!...she sent me a photo) never plays anymore now that she's working at a bank. I miss Yuri.... That was Kanariya's real name. Yuri Miyazawa. Or was she 16? I forgot. I just know she was too young and lived too far away. oh wait, maybe she was 17. Aaron probably doesn't remember how old i first said she was. it's been so long since i've seen her. i think she was 17. i remember wanting to go out with her once i moved to Japan. she has relatives in Fukuoka and so i was gonna date her on her reunion trip. but i haven't heard from her in ages and all the emails i send to her result in mailer daemons. i'm very sad...
in America muscle cars died around 1971. they're trying to bring back the muscle cars but they're failing horribly. basically anything with a hemi or other bigblock engine is usually dubbed a musclecar. ford and chevey tended to put small blocks in they're cars which ellimintae them for being muscle cars.
if you dont know what you are talking about then dont say any thing. but just to let you know he was dead befroe his heart poped. and the explosion in his heart was just a small hole, but it was enough had he not ben dead that would have killed him. I am being serious alcohol kills. so it is best to just stay away.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and all of his shenanigans. THE END.
cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and all of his
and do you mean except? or accept? because accept is like you are accepting an award and except is like no one could do it except me
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could accept superjer and
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...but no-one could
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really lock this truck...
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end. Someone should really
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. like echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off to no end.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded and goes off
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story is quite long-winded
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback. But this story
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Unlike echidna, he has no comeback.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline. Like echidna, he
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't spell or underline.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probably not because we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with idiots who can't
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we are overrun with
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense, but now we
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all love cheese. In the recent past this made sense,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all love cheese. In the recent past
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all love cheese. In
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly notbecause we all
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon. but probly not.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years. Or maybe soon.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die in 100 years.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time banana will die
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care. By this time
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There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares? We all care.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it. But who cares?
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course is not it.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask? Milk of course
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese be, you ask?
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What fluids could theese
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own bodily fluids. What
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool of his own
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance, in a pool
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly. Jacksmoke is now pondering his existance,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly.Jacksmoke is now
im going to ignore bananas post. it wasnt capitalised or underline so it doesnt count.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. "The only one who can save us is me," Jacksmoke said boldly.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. The only one who can save us is me. a moot is
Sorry about that, I accidentally underlined 4 words
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. The only one who can save us is me.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. The only one who can save
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die. The only one
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life everyone must die.
its a THREE word game jacksmoke, not a four word game.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we treasure in life
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now', but with all the things we
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now'. but with all
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to stop saying 'now'.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited. Now we all really have to
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited.Now we all
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions that he commited.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for the terrible transgressions
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy to pay for
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must have a histerectomy
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices. Now he must
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't compare store prices.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh because he doesn't
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so we must laugh
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly hardware-rendering upgrades so
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs some very costly
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat. Now Piles needs
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far too advanced to treat.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with conditions far to
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a problematic child with
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that Piles was a
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls couldn't understand that
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him grief. The girls
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill, which caused him
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up in his grill
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly honies all up
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he had his fly
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while he danced he
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed him that while
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly, his mom showed
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty name calling. Unexpectedly,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering for some naughty
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles had a hankering
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
Of course! New Orleans! Where Piles
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
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There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph lead us to.....
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this brave new paragraph
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation, where will this
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members of superjercom.webstation
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of all the members
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
Without the insight of
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a new paragraph.
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There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified. Now we are entering into a
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked.Now we are
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked. Piles was horrified.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles. Then aliens attacked.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good interpretation of Piles.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease, a damn good
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use, unsuccesfully, with ease,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who, tried to use
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all extraterrestrial lifeforms, who,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey that hates all
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought by a donkey
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent charges were brought
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage driver's handbasket. Fraudulent
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a horse and carriage
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to hell in a
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company is going to
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
The turtlemeat company
here once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act and her thunder.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to steal her act
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers are trying to
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in turtlemeat, obviously. Managers
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company, which specialises in
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around the turtlemeat company
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act stunned many around
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome. Her new act
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys. That was awesome.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead pile of monkeys.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance on her dead
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she decided to dance"
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters even better, she
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos. To make matters
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to wear tangerine Speedos.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely too fat to
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like something else entirely
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing stripteases dressed like
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL and start performing
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had brought us FLCL
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the ones who had
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to do like the
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats. She decided to"
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series of continuous defeats.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed after a series
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many emotional wounds. Widowed
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was, suffering from many
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles, daft she was,"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the mother of Piles"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must speculate on the"
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass. Now we must
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell cow's eat grass,
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder why the hell"
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch southpark christmas specials we all wonder
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude. As we watch
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders our undying gratitude.
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto the many leaders
There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all to give unto
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's causing us all
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation, vulnerable for space-muffin's
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world with great hesitation.
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions made the world
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the bomb timer. Explosions"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the duration of the"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a hernia for the"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!' Resulting in a
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to yell 'Shaft! Noooooo!'"
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff causin piles to
"There once was a cow named Piles H. Maloney. Who liked to stack plates on red parked cars. Now this cow didn't understand that butterflies like to eat green eggs and cows. So he decided to drop a line of orange penuts and forget them.Which caused major swelling of the profits of Microsoft. Leading to the release of Microsoft causing many people to eat their vegetables and parents.Now this catastrophic diet causes severe pain to the area where it releases them carrot's into a blender with five burgerkingmanager's which resulted in pure chaos.
Piles said, 'Shaft! Report' into his shoe' causing many people named Shaft to jump off a very small cliff
If you want to know how to do spawning like this in the source engine it's a bit different (because there's no trigger_changetargets).
In awp_snowsk337 for source I was forced to make the spawning random. That is, instead of alternating between being a shooter and being a skeet, each team is one or the other, randomly.
The randomness was accomplished by a logic_case entity, which can be set to fire a random one of it's cases.
The rest of the spawning was done by enabling/disabling teleporters (which was not possible in HL1 engine counterstrike).
For example, if the logic_case happens to randomly pick case1, then the 'oncase1' output is fired. I have the logic case set up to enable the teleporters that send the CTs to the shooter house, and the Ts to the skeet launcher. If the logic case thingy picks case2, then it fires it's oncase2 output, and enables the teleporters that send the Ts to the shooter house and the CTs to the launcher.
Actually, the spawning happens in several phases. Everyone spawns, and the case picks either case1 or case2. From their initial spawn point (which is a small unlit chamer, so you can't see anything) they are teleported to another unlit chamber. Once there, everyone on both teams are stripped of their weapons. The people on the team destined to be shooters are given awps, and the team going to the launcher are given knives. Once everyone has their weapons, they are teleported again to either the launcher of the shooting house. This second teleport doesn't require any logic, because the teams are already separated into skeets and shooters. As soon as they enter the weapon stripping/giving chamberf a teleporter is activated after a delay.
I usually try to change the tapeworm's mood. I get it to calm down and realize that the world is too small for all this waylaying, and that there's really no reason to try to take back what you've already lost. Mostly it soothes it's rage, and forces it into dormancy.
Maybe a hlvis command I can add?
) Rather make much 
All entities must be inside the map.
i should try eating babies heads
, and ask for help. But mainly just for feedback. I'm going to make it a sort of log of my progress.
