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Okay.

[*O*]

Thanks, DVD!

Once finals are done, I am going to spend my whole winter break trying to figure out how to play this!

'unno. Got harder to write the further along it went. 'Twas the night before the update, when all through the forums Not a poster was stirring, not even the trolls; The regions were set to Paraguay with care, In hopes that the update soon would be there; The traders were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of craft-numbers danced in their heads; And ned in his keyboard, and the guys with a wiki cap, Had almost logged out for a long winter's nap, When out on the inbox there arose such a clatter, They sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window they opened in a flash, Tore open the homepage and forgot a backslash. The their error corrected, the web page now would show A sight as welcome as fresh fallen snow, When, what to their wondering eyes should appear, But a hlds email, and eight tiny patch notes, And then, so lively and quick, They knew at that moment the clock began to tick. More rapid than eagles these heralds they came, And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Scout! now, Soldier! now, Pyro and Heavy! On, Medic! on Sniper! on, Demo, Spy, and Engineer! To the top of library! to the map of itemtest! Now test away! test away! test away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So to the Steam Library the coursers they flew, With the all programs closed, and other games too. And then, in a hour, they heard from the speaker The the final ding of every last byte. As they closed the window, and clicked “play now,” Op came the update with a sound. It was all shiny and new, from the items to the map, And its code was all tarnished with bugs and glitches; But a bundle of guns it had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. The items -- how they twinkled! their models how merry! There were hats like roses, and a bomb like a cherry! Each user would receive a gift with a bow, And our favorite maps have been covered with snow; The Medic got a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the Pyro got a hat like a wreath; The Heavy got a belt for his round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. The Scout was elated, no longer an elf, But we still laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourselves; The Demo got an eye, that lit up in red. And of course the Soldier had nothing to dread; The Spy said not a word, but went straight to his work, And sapped all the sentries; then turned with a jerk, And turned as the Sniper doused his clothes, And giving a nod, the engineer rose; Repairing the new dispenser, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all ran down to cap the next point. And thus the threads began pouring in, stating "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Finally got around to making this. Not really happy with how the scales turned out.

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks its the witching hour! Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH I came to heal,heal,heal,heal I hit the lane And there's no chance,chance,chance,chance My cary's farming all the creeps,creeps,creeps,creeps And I'm denying all your hits, hits, hits, hits OH, OH Cause it goes on and on and on And it goes on and on and on Howyah! I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks, its the witching hour, Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH 'Cause we gon' own this game Void's got chronosphere Lets go win this fight Cus i'm Witch Doctor. And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus i'm the Witch Doctor. I came to heal, heal, heal, heal Get out the way me and my crew, crew, crew, crew I'm in the lane so I'm gonna do, do, do, do Just what the doc, came here to do, do, do, do OH, OH Cause it goes on and on and on And it goes on and on and on Howyeah! I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks cuz it's the witching hour Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GO 'Cause when your on roshan I gon run right in Snatch that agis up Cus im the Witch Doctor. And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus i'm the Witch Doctor. I'm gonna heal em all like, We're gonna be the last team standing, Might as well call good game All of your towers are falling 'Cause I, I, I Believe it And I, I, I I just want some farm, I just want some farm I'm gonna throw my cask up in the air Cask up through the air. Put my cask up through the air I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks cuz it's the witching hour Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GO 'Cause your lanes are pushed We gon' go win this fight Fire's gon' light it up Cus im the Witch Doctor And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus I'm the Witch Doctor ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There. Now, someone sing it.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks its the witching hour! Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH I came to heal,heal,heal,heal I hit the lane And there's no chance,chance,chance,chance My cary's farming all the creeps,creeps,creeps,creeps And I'm denying all your hits, hits, hits, hits OH, OH Cause it goes on and on and on And it goes on and on and on Howyah! I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks, its the witching hour, Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH 'Cause we gon' own this game Void's got chronosphere Lets go win this fight Cus i'm Witch Doctor. And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus i'm the Witch Doctor. I came to heal, heal, heal, heal Get out the way me and my crew, crew, crew, crew I'm in the lane so I'm gonna do, do, do, do Just what the doc, came here to do, do, do, do OH, OH Cause it goes on and on and on And it goes on and on and on Howyeah! I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks cuz it's the witching hour Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GO 'Cause when your on roshan I gon run right in Snatch that agis up Cus im the Witch Doctor. And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus i'm the Witch Doctor. I'm gonna heal em all like, We're gonna be the last team standing, Might as well call good game All of your towers are falling 'Cause I, I, I Believe it And I, I, I I just want some farm, I just want some farm I'm gonna throw my cask up in the air Cask up through the air. Put my cask up through the air I throw my cask up through the air sometimes Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GOH Set your clocks cuz it's the witching hour Saying AYO! LOOK AT IT GO 'Cause your lanes are pushed We gon' go win this fight Fire's gon' light it up Cus im the Witch Doctor And it packs a punch When it hits you twice I cast my maledict Cus I'm the Witch Doctor ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There. Now, someone sing it.

This is where I'll randomly dump whatever humorous images I end up saving for your viewing pleasure.
Feel free to contribute or just lurk.







That's enough for now. More later if people want them.

Hm. Well, it depends on how you want to take notes. If you want to type your notes, there might be some cheaper netbooks to look at. With Google docs, I find anything that can run a web browser will work, so there may be some inexpensive netbooks around. I believe you can import power-point documents as well. LibreOffice is also a nice alternative. Another option would be a tablet. The only issue is that most tablets (good ones anyway) fall a bit out of your price range. One thing that may/may not work are those digital pens- they record both the audio of your notes, as well as the physical notes themselves.

Adding another two awesome videos to the thread, one for the past Halloween:

And one of my favourites for the Saxxies (along with the already posted videos here):

I defected to the Terran Republic a week ago, BTW :rawk:

Idea just hit me like a reflected crit rocket. A SPUFmas Carol. An average poster is visited by three ghosts: The Ghost of Updates Past, a zombie pyro, who shows him the game as it was played right after release. Lamenting on how underpowered they are. The Ghost of Updates Present, a scout in a pink fast learner, bills, and earbuds. Some sort of trading thing or something. The Ghost of Updates Yet to Come, an engineer with the gunslinger, vr goggles, and googly gazer. Surrounded by unusual effects. Talks about the final update Valve releases, and the small group of players that still remain. Moral of the story- gives his prized hat to a gibus-wearing F2P. brb, writing script.

tribes 4 shabot 2

I stuck a fl... wait, wrong movie. Had this idea a long time ago, and finally got it together.

Try one of these

Jungling is rather than being in lane, killing the creeps that spawn in the Jungle parts of the map.
There is only one viable way to jungle with Tinker that won't make you underleveled or underfarmed but it is very difficult to master.


http-~~-//www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzlCAtZoE7g

Some screens from the Halloween Update inbound most likely next week courtesy of Cyborgmatt.

http://www.dotacinema.com/news/halloween-map-a-first-look

Not all of us can just go and steal whatever we want, Guy. Some of us are white.

Just had to be done...

Well, now that they've brought it back, let's let Flygons be Flygons and move on.

My king isn't very good at diplomacy. How about I send my queen instead?