Magickus

But it only grows on the highest peaks of the rocky mountains. To reach the plant, you'll need to climb the mountain with just the clothes on your back while listening to "Rocky Mountain Way" by Joe Walsh. Along the way, you'll come across several challenges that will test if you're truly worthy of the great hooker tree. If you think you're man enough, meet me at the mountain base at dawn. :pinkiegasm:

I know, how can you hate it?

BEEP BOOP BANNED. son.

HEY GUYS I'M BACK FOR GOOD NOW NOW DONT FUCKING SHIP ME I HAVE GOOD REASONS FOR EVERYTHING

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 Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring.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!"

Set bonuses are bad. Nerf now please.

he's not op at all, if the enemy builds a mechablazer or even a tangoification rune you're fucked

y am i laghing dualjay
hahahhaa
what r u doin
hahahahahaaaa
STAHP

Some of you already know me. I'm here mostly because of guy, so please shout at him instead of me. That said, I don't intend to lurk. For those that don't know me I'm an avid player of TF2 and Dota 2, my favourite class is the scout, and my favourite hero varies a lot, right now it's Nyx. Other than valve games I've played quite a bit of EVE-online.

Somebody's going to corrupt those words and you know it.

That's okay. Since everybody hates you, you have to have some kind of outlet.

You should schedule a time in the coming week to start playing your first games with us. It's better to wait for us to teach you ourselves in a practice game. It's completely alien to most other games, including Starcraft-Style RTS games. It is a DotA-Style RTS. Until then, watch these guides and do not start playing until we can organize a get-together: http-~~-//www.youtube.com/watch?v=akUNmFAzS98
The game also requires solid detication and anything nonsrs/on the lines of sandvich party gets you player reports and possibly a temp ban from Dota 2 completely if you amass enoughs of them. Only play the game if you have an hour or more to spare as disconnecting a live match is considered "abandoning" and ruins the game for everyone else.

Relevant.

Yes

No, teacher, I didn't spill milk.

A short tutorial

I'm wasn't a big fan of Viaduct for a while, but ever since last year... ...no wait, I still don't like Viaduct.

my favorite game review site even though they dont like my art that much

who cares its like theres this one guy but theres this other guy