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Sep 6 2010, 08:09 AM
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Still Standing Group: Gold Member Posts: 1,433 Joined: 3-August 04 From: London, England Member No.: 439 PSN Name: BushkaUK |
Yeah i loved the last game just because it was incredibly stupid, funny and pure over-the-top and i didn't care too much about the story, so i guess this wont bother me when playing the new one. Twelve years is a long time, i hope gearbox is going to do a good job patching Nukem up!
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Sep 6 2010, 02:22 PM
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![]() doesn't play well with others... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Posts: 2,316 Joined: 28-March 08 From: michigan... Member No.: 38,893 XBL Gamertag: your mother... PSN Name: artistadam Xfire Identity: i said your mother!! |
they're former employees of 3D realms and they've actually been working on it for 12 years as well... but, they've got the funding now thanks to 2K to keep the project alive... i recall him saying they had dozens upon dozens of levels filled with crafty puzzles and shootouts they built up over the years so, we're just fortunate that gearbox was allowed to continue work on this... 2K even reached out to them years ago and asked them if they had the time to put into reviving DNF... they happily agreed
BTW, they now own the rights to the duke nukem name as well... expect an onslaught of duke games in the coming years... i really believe the duke is here to stay in the 21st century... he's finally back This post has been edited by bOnEs: Sep 6 2010, 02:25 PM -------------------- ![]() 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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Sep 6 2010, 02:51 PM
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Still Standing Group: Gold Member Posts: 1,433 Joined: 3-August 04 From: London, England Member No.: 439 PSN Name: BushkaUK |
Yeah i was gonna post that this morning but forgot. gearbox owning the rights to Duke is a good thing. But the guys that worked on the game 12 years ago are still employed by gearbox which makes it even more exciting because it will have that proper authentic transition. What with it taking forever to release, i think the game title is pretty relevant ftw.
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Sep 12 2010, 05:12 AM
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![]() Numbers Runner Group: Gold Member Posts: 262 Joined: 3-August 04 From: KCMO Member No.: 262 |
The way this guy was talking it actually looks like it may be a pretty solid, fun game. -------------------- |
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Sep 12 2010, 05:17 AM
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![]() Warlord of the Wastes. Group: Gold Member Posts: 3,141 Joined: 14-October 04 From: Leichenstadt, State of Massacre, in the Warlord Empire Member No.: 2,470 XBL Gamertag: WarlordMassacre PSN Name: Warlord_Massacre |
![]() Also, fuck (x a lot) If I stare at that long enough, I see an image from the night my parents were murdered. This post has been edited by Massacre: Sep 12 2010, 05:17 AM -------------------- Massacre, you make me look like a rational, moral, kind person. Massacre - What you've just posted is sick and disturbing... When Massacre is around, everything is violated... Whether it likes it or not. Whenever I think of "human resources" Massacre immediately springs to mind. |
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Sep 12 2010, 03:14 PM
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![]() doesn't play well with others... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Posts: 2,316 Joined: 28-March 08 From: michigan... Member No.: 38,893 XBL Gamertag: your mother... PSN Name: artistadam Xfire Identity: i said your mother!! |
yea, i bet a lot of people are eating crow these days...
-------------------- ![]() 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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Sep 12 2010, 03:46 PM
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![]() Warlord of the Wastes. Group: Gold Member Posts: 3,141 Joined: 14-October 04 From: Leichenstadt, State of Massacre, in the Warlord Empire Member No.: 2,470 XBL Gamertag: WarlordMassacre PSN Name: Warlord_Massacre |
yea, i bet a lot of people are eating horse dick these days... -------------------- Massacre, you make me look like a rational, moral, kind person. Massacre - What you've just posted is sick and disturbing... When Massacre is around, everything is violated... Whether it likes it or not. Whenever I think of "human resources" Massacre immediately springs to mind. |
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Jan 28 2011, 04:54 AM
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![]() My Penis, Your ass. Lets go. Group: Gold Member Posts: 420 Joined: 2-August 04 From: Virginia Beach Member No.: 14 |
This is fucking awesome.
(BTW, in game there won't be censoring over the, er, body parts) -------------------- ![]() Seether - Country Song Download Now I've found it's impossible to be more human than human. Inhuman, however, is easy. |
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Jan 28 2011, 05:21 AM
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![]() [ShitKickers] Posse ![]() Group: Admin Posts: 3,573 Joined: 4-April 07 From: NJ ~ NYC Member No.: 35,531 PSN Name: therealtreefitty |
I like how they blurred monster boobs, yet "FUCKING" was okay.
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Jan 28 2011, 05:31 AM
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![]() My Penis, Your ass. Lets go. Group: Gold Member Posts: 420 Joined: 2-August 04 From: Virginia Beach Member No.: 14 |
I like how they blurred monster boobs, yet "FUCKING" was okay. if you read into it on gearbox forums apparently they did it to show the Irony of censorship rules. Or something. -------------------- ![]() Seether - Country Song Download Now I've found it's impossible to be more human than human. Inhuman, however, is easy. |
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Jan 28 2011, 01:21 PM
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Boss Group: Gold Member Posts: 1,285 Joined: 6-May 08 Member No.: 40,397 |
This is probably my next day one purchase.
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Jan 28 2011, 01:35 PM
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![]() Godfather Group: Gold Member Posts: 3,416 Joined: 18-February 09 Member No.: 48,547 |
THEY'RE FUCKING BRINGING IT! And was that 2 school girls kissing eachother?
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Jan 28 2011, 03:24 PM
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![]() doesn't play well with others... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Posts: 2,316 Joined: 28-March 08 From: michigan... Member No.: 38,893 XBL Gamertag: your mother... PSN Name: artistadam Xfire Identity: i said your mother!! |
This is probably my next day one purchase. i don't know, it's right around the time of LA noire... bad timing me thinks but, i will probably rent this anyways... i wasn't really planning on purchasing it but, i did plan on playing it... -------------------- ![]() 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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Jan 28 2011, 03:59 PM
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![]() My Penis, Your ass. Lets go. Group: Gold Member Posts: 420 Joined: 2-August 04 From: Virginia Beach Member No.: 14 |
If it wasn't duke i'd probably call this a rental. But, its fucking duke.
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Jan 28 2011, 04:11 PM
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![]() doesn't play well with others... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Posts: 2,316 Joined: 28-March 08 From: michigan... Member No.: 38,893 XBL Gamertag: your mother... PSN Name: artistadam Xfire Identity: i said your mother!! |
so what... it's still a linear FPS... i don't buy those... yea, i'm looking forward to an alien ass-kickin' good time but, not for $60... plus again, since i am not a fan of FPS, there's no point in the online portion either... it's a "beat it once and done" kind of game for me...
This post has been edited by bOnEs: Jan 28 2011, 04:12 PM -------------------- ![]() 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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Jan 28 2011, 06:42 PM
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![]() Warlord of the Wastes. Group: Gold Member Posts: 3,141 Joined: 14-October 04 From: Leichenstadt, State of Massacre, in the Warlord Empire Member No.: 2,470 XBL Gamertag: WarlordMassacre PSN Name: Warlord_Massacre |
Ditto. Gears of War is the only shooter that gets a replay out of me. This is a rental.
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Jan 28 2011, 10:07 PM
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Still Standing Group: Gold Member Posts: 1,433 Joined: 3-August 04 From: London, England Member No.: 439 PSN Name: BushkaUK |
It's nice to hear the same ol' Duke Nukem voice
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Feb 11 2011, 10:07 PM
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![]() My Penis, Your ass. Lets go. Group: Gold Member Posts: 420 Joined: 2-August 04 From: Virginia Beach Member No.: 14 |
Appartently the game is going to be atleast 16 hours long. The guys over at Duke4.net got to play through the first 90 minutes of the game and they came back with positive reviews.
-------------------- ![]() Seether - Country Song Download Now I've found it's impossible to be more human than human. Inhuman, however, is easy. |
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Feb 11 2011, 10:27 PM
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![]() doesn't play well with others... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Posts: 2,316 Joined: 28-March 08 From: michigan... Member No.: 38,893 XBL Gamertag: your mother... PSN Name: artistadam Xfire Identity: i said your mother!! |
yea, i think they said they had over 40 hours worth of action from over the dozen years of developing it, but had to drastically condense it down for pacing purposes... this bodes well though because, most linear FPS games are hardly ever over 6 hours long... and being this length really means it might have more buying power than i originally thought...
and it might also mean that the ending to forever might be open for a sequel, which is probably expected by most... all i know is the duke is back and i expect the franchise to be reborn and a new path for the series will be formed... -------------------- ![]() 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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Feb 14 2011, 05:15 AM
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![]() My Penis, Your ass. Lets go. Group: Gold Member Posts: 420 Joined: 2-August 04 From: Virginia Beach Member No.: 14 |
I highly doubt gearbox would have bought the IP if they didn't plan on releasing sequels..
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