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post Jul 1 2008, 03:57 PM
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ok one of them is probably well known but, i had no idea you could do this... the first is if you hold down the left or right button on the control pad, while in a car, you can turn off the radio... i've always wondered why i couldn't do that but, after restarting from the beginning (again for like the 4th time) i saw a little message in the upper left corner telling me how to do that...

here's the one that i don't think anyone knows... you can push people without getting the cops attention... it's more like bumping them... just go into your crouch mode and walk into someone... you can keep pushing them wherever you want... you cannot do this to someone standing stationary... you'll have to bump them from their stationary position... then, once their knees are unlocked, you can again start pushing them wherever you want to... push em down some stairs, off a cliff, or into oncoming traffic... it's beautiful because, you can pretty much push someone all the way across a street biggrin.gif... you can push them as far as your capable of pushing them...

the cool thing about this is how long you can do this... usually when you bump into someone, they take a step back and turn around to yell something at you... then you have to do it again... when you do this, you are constantly forcing them to regain their balance... it's a non-stop pushing affair laugh.gif...

so, no more shoving someone and getting the cops attention... you can push them into cops without getting noticed...


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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 Jul 3 2008, 03:20 PM
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i tried the locking onto someone and pushing them but, its damn near impossible to push them in a certain direction... you practically do circles around the target... at least with my way, you can push him wherever you want to biggrin.gif...

lol, i am glad i learned about the radio... sometimes you just don't wanna listen to the radio, you wanna listen to the streets or, listen to the motorcycle roar...


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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 Jul 3 2008, 07:23 PM
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QUOTE(bOnEs @ Jul 3 2008, 08:20 AM) [snapback]1452427[/snapback]
lol, i am glad i learned about the radio... sometimes you just don't wanna listen to the radio,

you wanna listen to the streets or,

listen to the motorcycle roar...


Yup....or pigeons! Stuck in traffic once, I heard one.
It was funny because you just look over, and there's one
staring at you, on a post, steps, or bench on the street. tongue.gif

Some of the conversations are interesting to hear,
at least the first time the friends talk. So radio off.
Missions same, the conversation about the mafia family name
being a type of cheese or something....hilarious.

For Jacob I need 100% audio concentration to decipher his language. laugh.gif


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QUOTE (Massacre @ Sep 18 2009, 09:59 PM) *
Apparently, Synch does acid rather than smoking weed...
QUOTE (bOnEs @ Oct 6 2009, 12:05 PM) *
synch is a fucking walking fallout 3 wikipedia lol...
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