jayseven

ok, checklists of Things to Bring for y'all; 1. Packet of fruit pastels for Kigan. That is all for now.

One xbox between us. Splitscreen online -- i don't even know if it's possible, but it'd be a hella handicap considering how rubbish we both are anyway! Fo serious?

O_o Dude, you could still come :P We wouldn't bite unless you asked.

Aight, well I'd spotted it meself as I posted it, but I'd never played Mario Galxy before, hence the delayed response Got 4 stars now! Coolness Bears - Playing a Wii Game Again, apologies for face. Couldn't help but pull faces! Arg.

Well i don't mind what anyone wants to do my status quo will be hanging in the park getting pissed and playing games; just generally chilling out.

Coolness Bears - Playing a Wii game Excuse my face. Nice flat, innit? BISHes people have so far of mine; - Front page of a newspaper dated "20th February 2008" --- - A ransom note (with mismatched cut-out letters and shit) Letty - A Clown --- - Kumquats (x4) --- - Someone lying on some grass, face down. Letty, Shorty

... oh, gee thanks :P I was going to join in ¬_¬

I enjoyed all of the burnouts up to Paradise; the change in focus with gameplay in each one has made it harder to go back to a previous one, but after playing the demo of Paradise... well I was just appalled! I love the whole arcade-feel to the game, and the free-roaming element just stinks of jumping on the band wagon. I don't want to spent five minutes finding a mission ffs!

Just gotten half-way on Human and this is my first go at ever handling Dante... It's all a bit overwhelming, and I don't feel that I know what I'm doing, nor that I'm doing well stylistically - but then I keep getting A ranks in fights, so I guess he is stronger. I've been watching Shorty do a lot of the sub-missions and hence I tend to give the trickier ones just one or two goes before giving up. I'm probably never going to complete all of them, but I'm eager to see the rest of teh story Not a bad game at all. I get annoyed that I can't turn around in mid-air very easily - I guess I'm used to more physics-defying game logic :P

Magz! Ah yeah; I've got every issue of gamesTM (bar #40 despite paying for it to be delivered thanks to a change of publishers... bah), and even issue one's signed by shigsy. Unfortunately a whole bunch of them got soaked recently, so they'll never be worth anything :P But hey, saves me carrying a lot of weight in the fire, right?

Apologies to Camden Town... Well, if your house was on fire, what would you save? Living beings aside, of course. For me, it's a notebook/diary I made when I was 18. It contains my life for that year; photos, dreams, memories, milky bar wrappers... All the shizzle. My class notes from my 3rd year in college too, for the epic collection of mindless, yet awesome margin doodles and mental ramblings. Maybe my lil' buddha statue, and my alligator head as they were gifts from a close friend. ... Not really anything of any worth! Oh dear. How's about yourselves?

Good stuff dude With freewriting there's always a tendency to become too aware of the writing process itself, and maybe bounce from that to overwhelming and obtuse metaphors. If anything, I think it should be longer so that you can get into a bit of a rhythm. It's strange how it changes each time i read it; the first time, the cigarette butt stuck in my head through the whole thing, making me think it was some sort of crime scene, or that something bad had happened there, hence the 'escape'... The lack of a concrete position for the cigarette - on a hand? on the floor? I don't know. I don't know if it matters but it was all I could think about :P I can't really criticise or analyse it, but just give you my interpretation and reaction; the man at the end to me was an old, frail man who knows you, but "you" doesn't seem to know him- or remember him too well. There's an air of... forgetfulness? Of memories untrustworthy, of senses failing. I did feel as I was reading it that there was perhaps too much going on in too little a space of time, that the surreality was in danger of being too random and unlinked, but then I have no idea how much you yourself knows about the piece! What do you get from it, yourself?

My hair was blue when I was... 17? Had blue/red/green/purple in there when I went to see The Used at brixton about 6 months before the blue, too. Keep planning on going blue again. My hair's light enough so when the dye runs out, the bleachiness looks alright - actually, looks way better than my hair naturally

Niiice. I look forward to the BISHes :P I'm sure you'll be having a great time, and I'm sure we'll see plenty of you around here still

Aye - my neighbour has one back in Brighton Quitting so soon? Pah. I guess next time we might have to re-look at the submission process, as it seems people get overwhelmed and give up before they start -- or at least that's the impression i'm getting from the lack of a lot of people playing! Beef it up team! why you... shh.

Aight, i thought it was gold :P I BLAME MY EYSESSSSS To: Stefkov RE: Old men Hi, I would like to say that the picture was fairly humorous at the time, but if you wish to have a collection of old men's faces then I'm sure that can be arranged. love n'kisses, jayseven xxxxoxx p.s. The bonus ones are multiple-able-do-dahs! Go for it.

Bah. I would've had it if Blockbuster wasn't so damn disorganised. I'll pinch it before the week is up. Here's a few more :P Coolness Bears - Three monkeys - How's FOUR?!!!!?" Coolness Bears - Pears and fruits and shit Daniel - Sillay hattage! Nightwolf - Yellow Ka.. is it yellow enough? Stefkov - An old Man Tellyn - An Elephant! ... and for shits and giggles; Inddedddeeed.

Daft; seriously... your life is far too karmically good... Either you're about to get some seriously bad news, or you've been draining the good karma from MY life

et; Haggis -Tesco Employee Haggis -Lots of Cheese Daniel - Matey's! Nightwolf - Bright Red 13-year-old's Hoodie Rummy - Five Spanners of varied size Jamba - Parking ticket Letty - 50"+ TV Welsh_Gamer - Tescho's Carrot and Coriander soup Bonus car plate hilarity geekage ... Also more to come from Shorty's camera. aand, further proof of balloon in teh sky;

If you rig a draw, I go top

5-0 ^_^ Next game is against Edgbaston. I've now scored the most goals in the league! mwahaha! Next round of games sees Mcoy's Sons vs FC Creamola - positions one and two. A chance for me to go up to 2nd place for a while, I believe!

IF all goes well today (i.e. friends come out so I don't look silly photographing lost of cheese by myself...) I hope to get a few of yours. A conservative estimate of 8 is what I ought to get at least, with the potential of 15 if I plan right :P

Well without dying i've only officially done the first mission... I really think I can do mission two so long as I'm a zombie when I do the boss. It's a hell of a lot easier two-player, mind. I've done all the missions (something like 29 continues at the end of it :P) and i can't see myself ever doing any of the later missions without dying. simply impossible! But i love the game, great fun.

“Twelve clouds to go.†A grey suit draped on a tray on wheels on the left and beeps in the background. “I never thought I wouldn’t be anywhere else†echoed like static from behind the door. The tiles on the floor didn’t match the cushioned footsteps. The smell of peaches burns your nose. The ghost of a crowded room filled the vacant hallway, scattered with furniture dressed in discarded clothing. A library of wardrobes no longer ordered by colour or type. You think, there must be loads of naked people running around, looking for their clothes. Perhaps they haven’t noticed. Creeping from under the door, a blue light wavered as if someone was moving in front of a projector. The footsteps opened the door. “Ah, let’s guess. You must be new here, am I right? Come on in. You think I’m going to cheat? My visitor, I’m afraid I don’t even know where the line is. A fair competition in these times, I’m sure. Interesting décor in here, no? Please, do not fear that your life shall burn and char, oh no. Indeed you shall feel remorse under your skin through this ink, but no more, no less. †You limp towards the seat in the middle of the room, remembering your first kiss, then your first cut. His tapping reduces the machine to an object. His bow-tie and glasses fight for your attention, avoiding the movement of his hands to stop the flinching. “I am the Weatherman. I control the weather, I block out the light. I rain down on you, I freeze you. I suffocate you. Please don’t spoil my day.†Chains criss-cross his suitless torso, like hedges on fields seen from an aeroplane, pocket to pocket, crease to button hole. “I will pour on you, and you shall not rust.†You avoid the glint in his eye, the twirl of his moustache. He glides around from side to side, his sleeves rolling up. “Now repeat after me.†He grabs your arms and holds them against the arm-rests, his face filling your vision. You gulp; a mouth filled with puss and blood causes you to gag it back up. You can tell the man does not like spitting, so you dribble it down your front. “When the light is gone, I must learn to be guided by the other beacons in the firmament…†You cough, you splutter. You mumble unsanitary utterances. The Fluorescent lights buzz, flicker, and snap off like lightning in reverse, leaving a rumble in your retinas behind. “Night is but the tragedy of day…†Mmmf. Retch. “But the sun…†a blacklight conquers the room, his teeth sit like lumps of hot ice, vibrating slowly. The walls are flooded with illiterate scrawls illegible from where you sit, looking manic, laughing at you, “… the sun rises from the death of the moon.†You try closing your eyes, but a sound like tearing as you do so makes you stop. You taste copper in your mouth. He scutters away from you, leans on the wall half-crouched, finding his next speech painful to keep within himself. “You… a star impregnated with all these hopes, these dreams and ideas…†His spittle drools down your face, “are not fit to be this close to humanity. Oh believe me, for I looked, for I cared. But can the Day truly find rebirth if the earth can never sleep?†From behind the door, you hear a child singing lamely; “Humpty Dumpty sat on… on a tuffet, eating …ting blackbird pie. Along came a spider…der pushed him off… -fagain so he broke his crown, saying “what a good… good boy am I†and slept on through the… the rain as the clock struck one for the…the little boy who lives down the…one lane.†The man was facing the door when the song finished, head down in prayer as he listened, his voice coming from elsewhere. “Dare you turn down rescue from a sinking ship, when your hands are tied? You saw those things at my door, sitting heavy, watched and burned with all inquiring eyes; forever timeless. Do you not wish to join them?†You drum your fingers. The dots on the ceiling leer at you like Rorschach blobs; faces de-puzzle themselves and motion to laugh; talking amongst themselves with nods and glances in your direction. They warp and dissolve into each other – a whole crowd of them waiting in line to gawp and jeer at you, at your position in the room. You stop drumming your fingers. You look back to where the man was standing, but he is not there. “You see? You are distracted by your own individuality, your lack of control over which sense to use when. Are you going to let your life be bent to your imaginations will?†The machine begins to whirr, to clink and clank like a dentist’s washing machine. The black light visibly loses power, and the light strewn across the floor from the gap at the bottom of the door does the same. A smell of sulphur greets you. You think about the last time you laughed. “We will see to it. Never again.â€

wahey! more crewtata, always welcome Enjoy your permenant visitation to this black hole. I've tried to escape many, many times...