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JamieMilne
post Aug 2 2010, 10:07 PM
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were going to invite you in after this match, i got killed lol
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post Aug 2 2010, 10:09 PM
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ok just reloading the game then.


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post Aug 3 2010, 12:55 AM
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that was fun, i knew it was going to just be the 4 of us so, co-op'n was the name of the game biggrin.gif... that tezero azul place though, that's a tough cookie...

ohh, and the wing competition was hilarious laugh.gif... one of the competitors gave up after 20 wings and the winner finished the other guys wings, a half-eaten burger, some olives, fries and a piece of pie afterwards laugh.gif... iron stomach me thinks...


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Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.
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post Aug 3 2010, 09:04 AM
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As I said those Co-ops are tediously boring and repetitive after playing through them a couple of times. I managed to create a bit of fun by attempting to knife enemies and getting killed a lot.

Afterwards I went and owned a couple of noobs in a TDM, when I joined the match they were mouthing off over the mic about how great they were to the one guy on my team, by the end they'd shut up when they lost by about 20 kills. Fun times.


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post Aug 3 2010, 03:34 PM
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yea, mindless killing does get boring after a while... i mean come on, your were killing about 50 per mission just by yourself... you wipe out an entire town of people after each of these missions... the objectives are fun but, the mindless killing gets old after a while... when we passed the first mission, i ended up getting the trophy for completing all co-op missions so, i guess i got something out of it tongue.gif...

hopefully we can have a better turnout next time and get back to some regular matches...


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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM) *
Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.
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post Aug 3 2010, 04:43 PM
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I would have won that hot wing contest. I could eat many of them! Yeah back on topic, i had a nice time playing co-op with you guys finally tbh. Although i wasn't able to help at the last location of the river because i was knocked into the water before i even got off the jetty!


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post Aug 3 2010, 06:04 PM
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QUOTE (DuPz0r @ Aug 3 2010, 05:43 PM) *
I would have won that hot wing contest. I could eat many of them! Yeah back on topic, i had a nice time playing co-op with you guys finally tbh. Although i wasn't able to help at the last location of the river because i was knocked into the water before i even got off the jetty!


So that's where you went. I wondered why the three plucky Brits got killed and left it to the American to save the day, only for him to get killed. I didn't expect to get far running into that building attempting to knife the shotgun wielding guy.


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post Aug 3 2010, 08:58 PM
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haha, it was fun last night. hope more people turn up for the next match, we should have went into a free roam last night with other people
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post Aug 4 2010, 01:52 AM
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i was thinking that after the 30 minute mark... but, the 30 minutes went so fast that i wasn't really done playing the co-ops after just a couple missions...

but yea, i remember the river finale at nosalida laugh.gif... that house in the middle is a death trap... it's happened just about every time i've played that mission... someone goes in there and dies... then, the next guy thinks he can survive the same fate and tries laugh.gif... then, it's usually left up to me, because i wasn't dumb enough to go in there... the guys with dynamite or fire bottles need to use them on that building there... otherwise, they have all the angles and the best cover...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM) *
Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.
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