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HIIIIIIIIIII! ... So I away for the weekend then silenced for the nights I came back. I'd like to say that I was still keeping up with the thread, and I'm very sure the mafia were planning to silence and lynch me to get ahead. Diageo and Jonnas were the main propagators of this propaganda. Vote: Jonnas because he was jumping on everyone and he repeatedly urged people to vote for me.

Majority is 10 Nintendohnut (2): Diageo Diegeo (1): Smeago Chairdriver (4): Cube, Nintendohnut, Heroicjanitor, Rez

I've just spent the better part of 3 hours running around everywhere with my Fury's Embrace, and I've found nigh-on everything - except one lifestone piece, one wrath shart and one piece of abyssmal armour. Sooo disheartening - just made a list of locations and ran back through serpent holes, checking the map on all levels quickly - but I know that there are some parts of the game, like the Overseer Artifact, where you get access to the additional levels of the map when you're very near the location. SO YEAH. Not handed in my sword bits yet. Might have to turn to the faqs and hope it's obvious which one I've missed.

Oh, I totally agree :P Those sorts of posts usually occur after I've been away from the boards for a prolongued period of time, so I feel I have something to say for a whole bunch of interesting threads, and usually an idea for a new one. Plus when I'm that drunk (i.e. 5 pints, a glass of wine and 6 cans of cider) I refrain from deleting my words, and my opinion is not wavered by my awareness of subjectivity. There's a cider festival I'm going to tonight, so we may be in for a treat! :P

You know her address now, so I'd say either call around yourself at a more reasonable time of the day to check on her and eliminate teh alcoholic theory, or pass it on to whatever social security institution you have in Belgium. I suppose you could call the police using the non-emergency number of the nearest station and just alert them. It sounds to me like she may've had a stroke, or dementia may be taking hold. You did excellent not just leaving her at any of the doors and seeing to it that she was alright! Plenty of people would've just walked on by.

Majority is 10 Nintendohnut (2): Diageo Diegeo (1): Smeagol

Sheffield used to have a bad rep for having underaged kids in clubs. Because it's a student city a lot of college kids think they can risk it! The kiddy pubs 'round these parts always have bouncers for that exact reason. Another stupid thing is that you have to be 18+ to buy knives. At argos we were selling a plastic dining set for babies... and you had to be 18+ to buy it, even though you can legally have kids at 16! I like to think if I get ID'd it's because they want to know where I live, coz I'm fit, innit. SADFACE FOR THE LIES I'm always in beard mode, and I was in a pub with my 27 year old 6ft6 mate.. and he got ID'd! Madness. Another note - when was the last time you saw someone refused service because they were believed to be too drunk? All those drunk chavs falling over, or old men with booze on their breath get served - my mate bought ONE drink, was saved by the SAME person something like 10 minutes later and was refused service.

Votes Majority is 10 Nintendohnut (2): Diageo

I've been ID'd for buying Rizlas, lighters and matches before -- I'm pretty sure the latter two, especially the matches, don't have an age limit. Occasionally I'll get ID'd at a pub/club/supermarket, but It's usually hilarious when they do ask - though there are some clubs who ID EVERYONE no matter what.

Lol, sorry guys. It's up now - had one last-'minute' complication.

Day 2 It had been an unusually long night in District J7, one of those sorts of nights you spend half-asleep, half-awake, one eye on the clock and one on the calendar, forgetting what day- hell, what month it was. One of those nights where you almost began forgetting your own damned self... But for Jeremiah, this wasn't a new sensation. Nor for his target this evening; the man itched at that point behind his ear, barely protesting as the hulking machine picked him up and encased the man inside his chest. The man felt that he was probably letting his masters down, not being able to do what they wanted, but not as upset or as confused as he was on the previous night. It was as if someone asleep had been taken to the Gallows, plugged in but ejected and put back to bed before they'd even woken up. The rain had let up slightly – still not completely dry. There were a few flashes of static lightening further up on the buildings, breaking across the sky from one to another as the power grid sought to relocate the energy to... elsewhere more rainy, one could suppose. The man straightened his fedora in Magdeline's reflective front, humming a soulful tune in time with the flashes streaming in through the window, briefly illuminating the art-deco throwback furnishings that he so adored. She twitched as he re-arranged his attire in her shiny bosom. She was aware of her emotion chip's higher than average demand for energy, but she was not programmed to understand this particular output. He was onto the tie, now. “I gotta good feeling about tonight, dollface. Better luck than last, anyway.” “It is possible,” He kissed the old J7PD badge on the fireplace for luck, and exited the building. Out in the hallway, waiting for him to lock the door, a square-jawed man with cement blocks for hands quietly knocked him out and dragged him off somewhere where he'd be prevented for the night. The assailant was at least kind enough to pick up the fedora before he left. The detective however didn't lock his door properly, as shortly afterwards, a smoking man entered, not before changing the number of the apartment around. The soap box was occupied, again the individual took up the same crouch as the night before. Another experiment was about to begin. Oscar never wore fedoras. In his line of work, it'd be too clichéd, he thought. He pulled at his cap, as he always did when the light was hurting his eyes. As he got to the end of the corridor, intending to go left, he was compelled to go right instead and didn't notice 'til he got home. Well damn, he thought, I hope the boss believes me. The robot chose not to use the DATAPOL this time, instead he sought out apartment 69346. He failed to notice that the reason for his trouble locating the apartment may have had something to do with there being two apartment 66346 on this floor, now. The lightening dazzled again. It was easier to notice when the rain had let up like this. Viktor sat in his chair. Nobody else ever sat in his chair. Head tilted but eyes alert, he ran his fingers first through his slicked-back hair then slowly picked at his moustache thinking over what he was going to do in the morning, which he knew normally took him most of the morning and afternoon to come to a conclusion, he was suddenly struck with an idea that was not his own. Nobody else sits in my chair!, he thought. Out loud, in a voice he did not recognise, “yes they do,” he said. Down in the slums of the red-light district, It pulsed through the streets, giving off small thunderous booms as It's inner workings jittered away. It was not to be stopped tonight. “Computer, check the perimeter.” “Yes, doctor.” The doctor must've felt paranoid after the night before. Hanging his hat up in amongst the whorehouses provided disturbances not only around the clock but also there was enough gore and disgusting illnesses, as well as unusual sounds booming through the walls to disturb the mind as well. He checked and double-checked his security system, unable to settle down. He walked in circles and overworked his drinks cabinet. “Computer, check the perimeter.” “Ye..schdo.. Ktooooor--” The normally almost-human voice faded. It was replaced by a strange crackling noise. The visual display on the wall began to flicker violently. The doctor got up and went to the remote unit and pressed a few buttons. The screen began a rapid slide-show – too many frames a second for the doctor to recognise at first, but almost subconsciously he must've. They were all of his own personal pictures, clips he'd recorded, documents and annotations. The lights strobed around the apartment as the doctor stood still, transfixed with fear by the monitor. Under the gap of the front door behind him, the cloud of digits boomed silently as it poured into his apartment. It drew closer to the doctor, growing and shimmering and clicking. Just as the doctor turned, suddenly aware of the faint noises, It engrossed him, both surrounding him and passing through him. Just as immediately as it had begun, it was over. It had left without a trace. “Doctor,” the computer said, “my functions tell me that the perimeter is secure.” The doctor, eyes glazed, stood there, said nothing. Up on the 409th floor, the chess game had been cast aside. The players had retired, determined to get a good start on the next day's activities. The lift pinged. Silently, the robot stepped out, crossed the room and entered the ajar door to one of the sleeping chambers. The next morning the door to the other bedroom opened. This wheeled robot immediately sensed that all was not well. His master's door was shut. He rolled over to the door, not noticing the white king lay horizontal on the board. He opened the door and let out a series of beeps, “Oh My...” Dannyboy-The-Dane is dead. He was Spartacus, a Liberal. Day three begins now. 18 players remain. 10 is majority. Chairdriver Cube Dan-likes-trees Diageo Dyson Eenuh Ellmeister Gmac Heroicjanitor Maddog Mundi Nintendohnut Paj Meen Ah ReZ Smeagol The Peeps Tellyn Zell Day 0 Night 1

I start thinking about christmas as soon as it starts getting cold (which was last week) because I'm always miserable for the sunless six months and it's something to look forward to!

ALLERGY TRIP TO A&E BUDDY HI-FIVE! ... I mean, I've done that twice now. I have many, many, many (about 6) incidents of allergic reaction that began when I was 21. They got worse and worse each time. I'm literally just getting round to getting it checked out now -- just made an appointment to see my doc tomorrow. "get it checked out" is tricky, though. There are different types of allergies -- coming into physical contact with the allergen, inhaling the allergen, ingesting the allergen (I think). And there are a lot of different symptoms too. It was only after my face/throat/mouth/tongue all went numb and ballooned into the elephant man and being put on a drip at hospital with the threat of an adrenaline shot (I say 'threat' but I was really curious!)... only after that that I realised that other symptoms had slowly crept into my 'normal' lifestyle - rashes, waking up at night unable to breathe, itchy feet... At first I was just assuming it was because I was smoking and drinking a lot but it was only after a while that I realised it was food. Because yours was fairly instantaneous, and because your breathing was affected so quickly, it stands to reason that you may potentially be allergic to sulphur dioxide. Theoretically you could be able to ingest it, but as it is in Kopparberg, the burp-inducing tonic, the gas rises and is inhaled. Check out this site for some info. To help your doctor, sit and write the symptoms you had. Be sure to include; - The timeframe - The order the symptoms appeared - Specific location of any rashes/hives - Any similar previous instances There are over 160 things you can be allergic to. There is no simple 'allergy test' - there are only specific tests for each allergen, which is why you need to narrow down the list. My allergy is MSG (monosodium glutumate), found in most cheap food and is called a "flavour enhancer," which means that I have to check the packaging a lot of the time, even if it says "no added flavourings or additives" because MSG is an enhancer. Dicks. It tends to occur roughly 12-18 hours after I've eaten the food. If I realise quick enough, I can take an anti-histamine immediately after the food at regular intervals and it'll stave off most of the symptoms. What got me was the fact that I was always eating pot noodles, doritos, pringles, take-aways and pork pies. So why now? Why had I not had a severe reaction before? ... Tastier than it looks, I promise you. After my first reaction I started learning to cook, or at least began eating food with no additives and none of the main things people are allergic to, (in effect, not buying anything with any 'allergy advice' stuff on it). Got to the point where I'd narrowed it down to either being chillis or MSG... Then ate something with chilli on it without realising and was fine. Although there was a recent incident where I am 95% certain I didn't eat any MSG, so I may also be allergic to aspirin, too... So, uh, yeah! Long ramble. I feel for you bro. I know the fear. Remember the order of the symptoms and how long it went from bad to worse. Next time it'll be most likely more severe and occur quicker. Always carry anti-histamines, learn the quickest bus to the nearest hospital! P.S. http://www.allergyuk.org/fs_alcohol.aspx

We talk about computer games months before they're out :P

Why's my name red? ... I've not checked this since week 1 and I seem to have two injured strikers and two/three players that effectively never play. Urg. Transfer madness, perhaps...

Just wanted to say that I'm working on the write-up right now. Been feeling like I've been knocking at death's door, asking if I could borrow his bed. Didn't want to post it in the actual thread to avoid getting people's hopes up!

For approximately the last 4 years, christmas gifts have consisted of pants, socks, the occasional pair of jeans, a satsuma, some chocolate coins, a diary, some knock-off perfume, a pirated dvd and a t-shirt that is too small for me that I take to be a sign that my relatives think I'm getting fat. This year I'll be an uncle! So, for once, I'm hoping I get a bunch of vouchers so I can buy my neice a bunch of Cool Stuff. Because asking for a wooden train set isn't cool these days. But if I ask for anything for myself, it'll be tools. I was meant to get into carpentry this year (my excuse was that I've not had a good 'construction space'). Books/games/dvds are pointless (I have too many of everything as it is) and there's no point asking for booze because I'd just drink it all super-quick. I don't care if this thread is 'too early' -- we've got a new member posting guys! Put on the "we're normal" hats and give 'em a big hug.

You guys are in for a whupping when O_W gets home.

Being in an emotional state is precisely why you should be here in the first place. We're all unstable! Strength through unity!

Vaccines are excellent conspiracy theorist/paranoianorak material. THE CURE IS THE DISEASE?! WHAT THE HELL!! I don't have any flu jabs because I'm SO MANLY that I belive my body can endure any illness. Also I'm scared of needles.

The first matrix movie was a hit because of the philosophy in conjunction with the kick-ass. While in retrospect the elevator scene and the lolicanfly ending perhaps took away from the importance of the philosophy, they were also part of the appeal and I think it's unfair to touch The Holy First Film while complaining about teh sequels. The wachowskis fucked it up because they never planned for it to be a trilogy and were offered loads of money if they could've rushed it out now, just as everyone was getting into DVDs and The Matrix seems to be that movie I never watched but should (but not for us coolies, of course! We watched it... er... before). Anyway, the point is that the sequels were entertaining in their own special little way, but they were just trying too hard with everything. The wedged concept behind the trilogy is alright but in essence the latter two movies were just caricatures of the first movie. They're not the worst movies ever made, they're just the most disappointing.

Lol I totally forgot I made this post! Yes, I've actually been especially drunk since thursday last week. Was relatively sober yesterday until I won a pub quiz and a bar tab. I say won -- we got the wooden spoon prize of coming 2nd last. So I guess I didn't won at all. Nooooo! But I should be less eccentric and more depressed from now on.

"Aeris dies"

After my whining I got through the bit I was stuck on fairly easily. A trending occurance for me with the game! I remember the spider boss being a real dick - then I realised that just holding the left trigger to focus on it as it whizzed about made it pretty much a walk in the park. hardest bit is still the first boss.

You fall for photoshops more easily than your mother. And I mean the second part of that sentence in several ways.