Mersopolis

 

Wow... Looks like you made a dece-

Spiders are a species of insects

 

YOU FAILED MISERABLY

 

Is the typo or the whole "they're not insects, they're arachnids, which are VASTLY different" thing?

Both. That's why it was a MISERABLE failure.

Thank you for fixing it.

Origin is giving out PVZ GOTY for free, right now.

Wow... Looks like you made a dece-

Spiders are a species of insects

YOU FAILED MISERABLY

Well, if anyone's interested, I created a server through the in-game feature.

"SubSPUFers Unite!"

Password: Jump Day

Anybody want to do some multiplayer for Battlefront 2?

I can try and set up the server, if no one else wants to.

I suggested a holiday about that: "Jump Day", occurring on the first Wednesday after September 16th, or on that date if it's a Wednesday.

Aabicus, get ready to give someone a key. Medic, get ready to give someone a signed Medigun.

Chromenation!

So, I was looking at my Google Drive Folder when I saw this.

I thought: "I ain't got time fo' dat."

So, now anyone with the link can edit it. Have fun.

That actually sounds good. I like it.

As a description for my G. Launcher "The Overdose", is "Do not take pills rectally" a good one?

Translations:

Schnell: Quickly

Beachtung: Compliance, or Attention

Teufel: Devil

Verdammt: Damn it

Sich beeilen: Hurry up

Geschwind: Fast

Verwenden zurück: Use back

Warten sie: Wait

Mischling: Mongrel, or hybrid

Aussteigen: Get off/out

Trunkenbold: Drunkard

Is the underlined stuff the stuff you changed?

Yes.

Ideas for script rewrite:

SCENE THREE:

...

DOC: Move faster! Schnell! (Come on now! Hurry up!)

...

DOC: Beachtung! (Hey!) I told you to stop drinking, Muff!

...

DOC: Where the teufel (devil) is Injun Jo?! I told you to bring him!

...

DOC: Verdammt! I am paying for two men! (I'm payin' for two men, damn it!) Now where is he?!

...

DOC: "SPIRITS,' HAH? WELL SICH BEEILEN (HURRY UP)

OR YOU WILL NOT RECEIVE (AIN'T GONNA GET) YOUR PAY

I NEED THAT GRAVE DUG UP TONIGHT NO MATTER WHAT YOUR "SPIRITS" SAY

BEFORE THAT RAIN STARTS FALLING DOWN

I NEED THAT BODY FORM THE GROUND

I NEED THAT BODY FROM THE GROUND

...

DOC: (With contempt, shaking his finger at Joe) Five d-! You listen to me! We agreed on a price and you are not cheating (ain't cheatin') me, you hear me, you...?!

...

DOC: All right, all right! Five dollars!

(Joe lets go, and Doc holds his giner in pain.)

Now start digging! (diggin'!) Geschwind! (And make it quick!)

 

DOC: Hurry up now! Verwenden zurück! (Added in) Put your backs into it!

...

DOC: Warten sie! (Now wait a minute!) I paid you in advance - and, for God's sake, I am paying you extra! (I'm payin' you extra, for God's sake!)

...

DOC: There! Spend that if you desire, (ya want,) mischling! (ya stinkin' half breed!)

...

DOC: Get away from me! Aussteigen! (Added in)

...

DOC: Trunkenbo- (Two-bit drunk)... AHH!!

Today, in Geography, we had a quiz.

Our teacher told us to note the error made on the quiz, but didn't tell us what it was.

After looking over the paper, a classmate found it, and started making a big deal out of it.

"Oh my gosh! THERE'S TWO TENS!" The teacher had accidentally made another question 10, and all the question numbers after it were based on the second 10.

He continued making a big deal out of it for about a minute.

I decided to say,

"Dude, YOU'RE two tens!"

I don't think anybody heard me, though, since the whole class was talking.

Humble bundle guys have officially ran out of ideas, so they seem to have decided to throw their old bundles for sale again for next 2 weeks, 1 bundle per day. Starting from Deep Silver one today. So if you still don't have Saints Row 3 - what the fuck have you been doing for all this time. 

I've been not having any money.

Am bored. Come and talk with me.

-snipe-

 

After a heated Internet argument, one is entitled to the sweat of their own brow.

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Disappointed.

 

I don't mind the chatter.

 

You don't hear them when someone brings up:

-Skill levels of any class

-Politics (admittedly, all people discussing it are joking except for Spawn)

-Good weapon design

-Anything, really

 

I hear all that, and I don't mind it. It's rather amusing to listen to.

 

What servers do you guys usually play on? Only server I ever frequented were the MLM ones and they're dead as fuck now so I'm completely put off playing TF2 since I don't want to just play pubs.

 

-pg- 24/7 tdm_hightower instarespawn 32man

 

Filled with a buncha annoying elitist low-to-mid-tier comp players but if you turn off voice and chat you'll have a helluva better time than trolling valve servers

 

I don't mind the chatter.

Porque?

 

Not sure why it should be having that huge an effect on my Scout play (besides it's one of the few times I've ever had FUN as Scout, my god moving that fast is fun).

 

Well, except that it's more accurate. Find it easier to hit meatshots (read: only time I've EVER hit a meatshot).

Porque?

 

Not sure why it should be having that huge an effect on my Scout play (besides it's one of the few times I've ever had FUN as Scout, my god moving that fast is fun).

 

Well, except that it's more accurate. Find it easier to hit meatshots (read: only time I've EVER hit a meatshot).

It isn't more accurate anymore.

So, you all know that I am Doc Robinson in the "Adventures of Tom Sawyer" musical, right?

Well, anyway, I need to "create" the character. I'm having some trouble doing it on my own, so I ask that you guys help me out.

Here is my part in the script:

SCENE THREE:

In a graveyard at midnight. Tom and Huck plan to use a dead cat to cure their warts here.

 

(Talking between Tom and Huck. Huck hears something.)

 

DOC: Come on now! Hurry up!

 

MUFF: I'm comin', I'm comin'...

 

HUCK: They're humans. And one of 'em's old Muff Potter! Quick! This way!

 

(They rush towards a large gravestone at the side of the cemetery and hide behind it, just as DOC ROBINSON and MUFF POTTER come into view. Doc, leading the way, is a pompous unpleasant man with a chip on his shoulder. Muff, who's pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with shovels and rope, is a derelict, a vagrant. He's not a bad man; he just doesn't have the backbone to say no when others lead him astray. During the following, we can see Tom and Huck when we need to, but the grave robbers can't. Muff puts down the wheelbarrow and takes a drink.)

 

DOC: Hey! I told you to stop drinkin', Muff!

 

MUFF: Now come on, Doc. What do you care 'bout my personal habits. Besides, this thing is heavy.

 

DOC: Where the devil is Injun Jo?! I told you to bring him!

 

MUFF: If he said he's comin', he's comin'.

 

DOC: I'm payin' for two men, damn it! Now where is he?!

 

(Thunder and lightning. Out of the shadows, almost magically, INJUN JOE appears. The high cheekbones and the dark, hollow eyes make him look like death itself.)

 

JOE: I'm right here.

 

(INJUN JOE is a proud, bitter man, half Indian, half white, with lanky black hair and hollow cheek bones. As a "half-breed," he's been treated with contempt since he was a boy - and now his heart is as black as wood smoke.)

 

DOC: Where have you been?!

 

JOE: It's a night of evil. It rides on the backs of the spirits.

 

DOC: "SPIRITS,' HAH? WELL HURRY UP

OR YOU AIN'T GONNA GET YOUR PAY

I NEED THAT GRAVE DUG UP TONIGHT NO MATTER WHAT YOUR "SPIRITS" SAY

BEFORE THAT RAIN STARTS FALLING DOWN

I NEED THAT BODY FORM THE GROUND

I NEED THAT BODY FROM THE GROUND

 

JOE: I've been thinking, Doc. This body snatchin' of yours could get me in mighty big trouble, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge you an extra five dollars.

 

DOC: (With contempt, shaking his finger at Joe) Five d-! You listen to me! We agreed on a price and you ain't cheatin' me, you hear me, you...?!

 

(Without warning, Joe grabs Doc's finger in a vise-like grip. He could snap it off with one twist of his wrist.)

 

DOC: Ahh!

 

JOE: IT'S BEEN THIS WAY MY WHOLE LIFE THROUGH

WHEN RICH FOLK NEED SOME BAD DEED DONE

IT'S ALWAYS ME THAT THEY TURN TO

OLD INJUN JOE, YEAH, I'M THE ONE

THEY CALL ME TRASH, THE CALL ME MEAN

BUT IT'S ME WHO KEEPS THEIR HANDS ALL CLEAN

 

FIVE DOLLARS DOC AND YOU WILL SEE

NOBODY ROBS A GRAVE LIKE ME

NOBODY ROBS A GRAVE LIKE ME

 

DOC: All right, all right! Five dollars!

(Joe lets go, and Doc holds his giner in pain.)

Now start diggin'! And make it quick!

 

MUFF: (digging) Start diggin'. Oh, mercy...

 

DOC: Hurry up now! Put your backs into it!

 

MUFF: I'm doin' my best. This job ain't easy. I... Hey, look here! They buried him real shallow, I can feel the coffin already. Joe, clear the back.

 

JOE: Give me your knife.

 

(Muff gives Joe his knife - a large wicked Bowie knife. They pull the coffin our of the ground and muff starts prying the lid open with a crowbar.)

 

TOM: Huckie, they could be hung for that!

 

JOE: Shh! Hold on! ... I heard something. It's over there.

 

(Joe listens hard... and walks straight toward the boys. The boys are frozen in fear. If Joe find them, they're as good as dead. They hold their breath. Joe is a foot away from them... when Muff distracts him.)

 

MUFF: Well look'ee here, they left his watch on him, plain as day!

 

JOE: I'll take that.

 

DOC: Now wait a minute! I paid you in advance - and I'm payin' you extra, for God's sake!

 

JOE: You done more than that. Five years ago, when I come to your house asking for somethin' to eat, you had me put in jail for a vagrant. You think I'd forget that? Huh? Do ya?!

(Shaking his fist in Doc's face)

Now give me that watch!

 

(Doc strikes out suddenly and knocks Joe to the ground.)

 

DOC: There! Spend that if ya want, ya stinkin' half breed!

 

MUFF: Here now, don't you strike my pard-!

 

DOC: Get away from me!

 

(As Doc and Muff grapple, Injun Joe gets up, holding Muff's knife out in front of him. Doc grabs a headboard, and as Muff charges, he knocks him on the head with it. Muff staggers and falls unconscious.)

 

DOC: Two-bit drunk... AHH!!

 

(Injun Joe plunges Muff's knife savagely, three times, into Doc's back. Doc cries out in pain, his head twists skyward in a grotesque spasm, and he falls to the ground.)

So, here's what I think Doc Robinson ought to be:

• German (similar to Medic, maybe? Will require slight changes in lines)
• Pompous
• Unpleasant
• Holding a grudge against something
• Desperate about getting this body
• Believing that everything ought to be done his way
• An old and weak, yet loud and angry, man

Those are just my thoughts about the basic character. What I need is details about him: How does he react to certain situations? What are his quirks? What are his goals in life? What is the force preventing him from achieving these goals? How does he work around it, and towards his goals?

I need to answer things like that. But, the biggest question I need to answer is:

Why does he need this recently-buried body?

It's never stated in the script, or even in the book by Mark Twain, and it's a rather big part of the character.

Has he discovered some great secret about reanimation? Does the body have something of value to him?

So, any ideas?

 

 

 

I imagine a really smart aimbotter would use melee weapons.

...because?

 

You will always hit, but only when you are in range, producing the illusion of not hacking.

 

 

You will also only be using melee and thus die

 

I never said only melee. And even if I did, there's still Demoknight.

 

I imagine a really smart aimbotter would use melee weapons.

...because?

 

You will always hit, but only when you are in range, producing the illusion of not hacking.