@RhythmloidWe should archive these posts away, like you said. But I doubt that anything will happen to this site. It's been around since 2007 and it has both a loyal user base as well as a team of dedicated coders, moderators, and admins. Knowing my luck though....
TwelveOf8
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The second apostle is mine.
STATUS: Now that I have given up video games I should have a lot more time to RP now. I'm sure that I'm not the first person to have declared this but hopefully I won't be the last. 9 yrs ago
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Now that I have given up video games I should have a lot more time to RP now. I'm sure that I'm not the first person to have declared this but hopefully I won't be the last.
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9 yrs ago
To all those who are awaiting a post from me I'm sorry. I have no excuses. I expect the very best from myself and frankly that kind of pressure brings about some major procrastination.
9 yrs ago
I very well may be the worst fps player the world has ever known.
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9 yrs ago
Has anyone heard of this Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen guy? They say he's number one.
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9 yrs ago
Alright, no more screwing around. I have to get started on my various projects. I can't let another week go by with nothing done. Lady France awaits and I'm not getting any younger.
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Bio
I guess this is where I explain myself.
All I can say is that my existence is an endless void occasionally interrupted by passing flashes of light.
Interlaced with a little randomness here and there to, ya know, keep things interesting.
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@Cuddle PotDont worry, I won't kill him.
"Ya know, Charles may be a weiner but ya gotta hand it to him. The guys got taste." commented Chet.
He wasn't the only one who was impressed with the venue, far from it. The clubhouse had changed noticeably since the last time the gang was there. It was renovated no doubt. Dressed to the nines, so to speak.
"Whoah! There's a dance floor now!?" asked Switch.
The table and chairs in the middle of the room were no longer there. They were replaced by a checkered dance floor. It almost spanned the entire place. No doubt ready for some big parties.
"Can't wait to show the ladies my sweet moves." said Switch.
"What moves? The grope grope? Cuz she be doing the nope nope. Then it's loser city for you pal." said Divo.
A few of the other Salt Bay Turbo members had a bit of a laugh. Chet and Rolo merely rolled their eyes. They knew what was coming.
"Oh yeah!? Care to put your money where your mouth is little man!?" Switch challenged.
"Damn right I do, bean sprout." countered Divo.
"Whatever ladies. I'm going to the bar to get away from your squawking. A maybe get a little hammered. If you'll excuse me." announced Rolo.
"Ha! That's the smartest thing I've heard all week. I'm coming with." said Chet.
Switch and Divo hardly recognised Rolos jab, for they were formulating yet another bet. Or as they like to call it, a "manly rivalry challenge". Chet and Rolo left Switch and Divo to their bickering, boasting, and betting on the dance floor.
The bar to the right of the doors was a dream of carved mahogany, brass, and crystalline glasses. The bar stools themselves were of the same mahogany, topped with leather padded seats. A comfortable place to take a seat and drink your problems away. A far cry from the old plain looking pinewood bar that was there before. No doubt the alcohol selection improved alongside the bar itself.
"What'll it be fellas?" asked the bartender. A youngish looking guy with a slight faux hawk and Buddy Holly glasses. His red slacks were draped over his black t-shirt as they held up his blue jeans. As hip as hip could be.
"One Hammerhead Lager." ordered Rolo.
"You're actually gonna start drinking now big guy? The party has just started. Most of the guests aren't even here yet, for Christ sake." said Chet.
"So? I can hold my own boss. No need to worry about me." replied Rolo.
"Dude come on. I told you just call me Chet. But yeah, you got a point. I've seen how much you can drink." relented Chet.
"This guy drinks as much as an alcoholic rhino." said Chet to the bartender.
"Man, Charles isn't gonna like this. But what do I care." he replied.
"Cool, make that two then." ordered Chet.
"Great, you gentlemen have got excellent taste. Not many people ask for the Hammerhead. Underrated brew if I do say so myself." explained the bartender.
"Damn right it is." intoned Rolo.
Chet grinned to himself. This was obviously a trap, but he wasn't gonna fall for it. Chet was way too smart. He could see right through Charles. That guy wasn't that difficult to figure out, Chet thought to himself.
A few moments later, two schooners of said lager were served up with very little froth.
"There you go gents, enjoy." said the bartender.
"cheers" thanked Chet.
Most of the guests should arrive by the end of the hour. The cool kids liked to be fashionably late of course. Despite the obvious trap, Charles couldn't help but think that this whole thing was gonna be a blast.
The curtains parted at the back of the miniature stage. There stood a band which consisted of a female lead singer and three other guys. They promptly began to play their music.. No doubt the swinging jazzy number turned out to be a hit with the partygoers. A few wolf whistles and an oww sound were issued as a sign of admiration. One of those was unmistakably Switch. No doubt he admired the lead singer more than the music itself. Who could blame the guy really. The only thing hotter than her was her music.
"Cool band." remarked Chet.
"Charles spares no expense." replied the bartender.
Rolo nodded gleefully to the music. His thoughts were finally free of Corinne, if only for a moment.
He wasn't the only one who was impressed with the venue, far from it. The clubhouse had changed noticeably since the last time the gang was there. It was renovated no doubt. Dressed to the nines, so to speak.
"Whoah! There's a dance floor now!?" asked Switch.
The table and chairs in the middle of the room were no longer there. They were replaced by a checkered dance floor. It almost spanned the entire place. No doubt ready for some big parties.
"Can't wait to show the ladies my sweet moves." said Switch.
"What moves? The grope grope? Cuz she be doing the nope nope. Then it's loser city for you pal." said Divo.
A few of the other Salt Bay Turbo members had a bit of a laugh. Chet and Rolo merely rolled their eyes. They knew what was coming.
"Oh yeah!? Care to put your money where your mouth is little man!?" Switch challenged.
"Damn right I do, bean sprout." countered Divo.
"Whatever ladies. I'm going to the bar to get away from your squawking. A maybe get a little hammered. If you'll excuse me." announced Rolo.
"Ha! That's the smartest thing I've heard all week. I'm coming with." said Chet.
Switch and Divo hardly recognised Rolos jab, for they were formulating yet another bet. Or as they like to call it, a "manly rivalry challenge". Chet and Rolo left Switch and Divo to their bickering, boasting, and betting on the dance floor.
The bar to the right of the doors was a dream of carved mahogany, brass, and crystalline glasses. The bar stools themselves were of the same mahogany, topped with leather padded seats. A comfortable place to take a seat and drink your problems away. A far cry from the old plain looking pinewood bar that was there before. No doubt the alcohol selection improved alongside the bar itself.
"What'll it be fellas?" asked the bartender. A youngish looking guy with a slight faux hawk and Buddy Holly glasses. His red slacks were draped over his black t-shirt as they held up his blue jeans. As hip as hip could be.
"One Hammerhead Lager." ordered Rolo.
"You're actually gonna start drinking now big guy? The party has just started. Most of the guests aren't even here yet, for Christ sake." said Chet.
"So? I can hold my own boss. No need to worry about me." replied Rolo.
"Dude come on. I told you just call me Chet. But yeah, you got a point. I've seen how much you can drink." relented Chet.
"This guy drinks as much as an alcoholic rhino." said Chet to the bartender.
"Man, Charles isn't gonna like this. But what do I care." he replied.
"Cool, make that two then." ordered Chet.
"Great, you gentlemen have got excellent taste. Not many people ask for the Hammerhead. Underrated brew if I do say so myself." explained the bartender.
"Damn right it is." intoned Rolo.
Chet grinned to himself. This was obviously a trap, but he wasn't gonna fall for it. Chet was way too smart. He could see right through Charles. That guy wasn't that difficult to figure out, Chet thought to himself.
A few moments later, two schooners of said lager were served up with very little froth.
"There you go gents, enjoy." said the bartender.
"cheers" thanked Chet.
Most of the guests should arrive by the end of the hour. The cool kids liked to be fashionably late of course. Despite the obvious trap, Charles couldn't help but think that this whole thing was gonna be a blast.
The curtains parted at the back of the miniature stage. There stood a band which consisted of a female lead singer and three other guys. They promptly began to play their music.. No doubt the swinging jazzy number turned out to be a hit with the partygoers. A few wolf whistles and an oww sound were issued as a sign of admiration. One of those was unmistakably Switch. No doubt he admired the lead singer more than the music itself. Who could blame the guy really. The only thing hotter than her was her music.
"Cool band." remarked Chet.
"Charles spares no expense." replied the bartender.
Rolo nodded gleefully to the music. His thoughts were finally free of Corinne, if only for a moment.
@RhythmloidGlad I could help n_n
@RhythmloidAww. I'm going to send you a virtual hug. ~hugs~
@RhythmloidIts not. But it is only done very rarely as a message.
@RhythmloidYou seem irritable in your posts. Is there something wrong?
@RhythmloidOh come on grandma, you're not in the life lol. Just playin. Theys just kids. They do stupid stuff, especially back in the 50s and such.
@Rai Sorry but I have to pass on reviewing your video. It is blocked in my country. I could've waited until someone else reviewed your music before posting but as of this posting, it's been three days. And also, the name of the game is to give your critique and a score out of ten to the music posted by the previous poster alongside posting your music.
@Dark Wind The music is very dramatic and thematic. It reminds me of the music one would hear in Vietnam war movies. 7/10
@Dark Wind The music is very dramatic and thematic. It reminds me of the music one would hear in Vietnam war movies. 7/10
"Ready boys?" asked Chet.
"Yes boss!" replied Rolo excitedly.
"I sure am Chet" affirmed Divo.
"Oh I am so ready for this!" Switch declared gleefully.
"Light em up!" cried Chet.
It was around a quarter past two on a Saturday afternoon. Quite a warm spring day, even for Sea Salt Bay. The four friends stood at the end of the Main Street. In the middle of the road. During one of the few brief moments when traffic was absent. Amongst them stood several motorcycle tyres lined with oil soaked rags. They were about to send a message to the town. Despite the absurdity of what they were about to do, the message they were sending wouldn't be lost on any of the locals. All part of the plan.
The three friends, alongside several other members of their gang, had their lighters at the ready. On Chets orders, all their tyres were lit ablaze. They each jumped back when their respective tyres were ignited. The heat from them was too much to handle up close. The sight of those rings of fire was enough to intimidate anyone. They worked exactly as intended.
"Into position!" cried Chet.
A unified and spirited roar met his cry. Each of the Salt Bay Turbo members stood behind each of the tyres. A single foot placed on their sides, ready to launch.
"It's getting really hot around here. Hotter than Divos mums bedroom" announced Switch.
He issued his trademark loud and abrasive hyena laughs. As always, it was accompanied by the laughter of those around him.
"Hey shut up!" shouted Divo.
"But yeah, it's getting really hot around here. I don't think I can take it much more. Could we please just launch now Chet!?" pleaded Divo.
"Shut the hell up you little nub! We'll hold as long as we have to!" yelled Rolo.
It was a few moments later when everyone finally got into position.
"Launch!" yelled Chet.
Each of the tyres were kicked at exactly the same time. All the tyres rolled down the Main Street in unison. The Salt Bay Turbos roared in triumph.
"Now let's get out of here boys! Before the pigs show up!" announced Chet.
"You don't have to tell me twice" said Switch.
"We're splitting up then laying low until tonight, right fellas?" asked Rolo. He was absent whilst the stunt was being planned.
"That's right big fella. Now let's split." answered Divo.
All the Salt Bay Turbo members scrambled to their motorcycles then screeched off into different directions. Chet himself stayed until everyone was clear.
"Oh lord! What in heavens is going on!?" some woman nearby exclaimed.
"It's happening again." answered an old man standing nearby.
Damn right it was, Chet thought to himself. This town had no idea what it was in for.
"Yes boss!" replied Rolo excitedly.
"I sure am Chet" affirmed Divo.
"Oh I am so ready for this!" Switch declared gleefully.
"Light em up!" cried Chet.
It was around a quarter past two on a Saturday afternoon. Quite a warm spring day, even for Sea Salt Bay. The four friends stood at the end of the Main Street. In the middle of the road. During one of the few brief moments when traffic was absent. Amongst them stood several motorcycle tyres lined with oil soaked rags. They were about to send a message to the town. Despite the absurdity of what they were about to do, the message they were sending wouldn't be lost on any of the locals. All part of the plan.
The three friends, alongside several other members of their gang, had their lighters at the ready. On Chets orders, all their tyres were lit ablaze. They each jumped back when their respective tyres were ignited. The heat from them was too much to handle up close. The sight of those rings of fire was enough to intimidate anyone. They worked exactly as intended.
"Into position!" cried Chet.
A unified and spirited roar met his cry. Each of the Salt Bay Turbo members stood behind each of the tyres. A single foot placed on their sides, ready to launch.
"It's getting really hot around here. Hotter than Divos mums bedroom" announced Switch.
He issued his trademark loud and abrasive hyena laughs. As always, it was accompanied by the laughter of those around him.
"Hey shut up!" shouted Divo.
"But yeah, it's getting really hot around here. I don't think I can take it much more. Could we please just launch now Chet!?" pleaded Divo.
"Shut the hell up you little nub! We'll hold as long as we have to!" yelled Rolo.
It was a few moments later when everyone finally got into position.
"Launch!" yelled Chet.
Each of the tyres were kicked at exactly the same time. All the tyres rolled down the Main Street in unison. The Salt Bay Turbos roared in triumph.
"Now let's get out of here boys! Before the pigs show up!" announced Chet.
"You don't have to tell me twice" said Switch.
"We're splitting up then laying low until tonight, right fellas?" asked Rolo. He was absent whilst the stunt was being planned.
"That's right big fella. Now let's split." answered Divo.
All the Salt Bay Turbo members scrambled to their motorcycles then screeched off into different directions. Chet himself stayed until everyone was clear.
"Oh lord! What in heavens is going on!?" some woman nearby exclaimed.
"It's happening again." answered an old man standing nearby.
Damn right it was, Chet thought to himself. This town had no idea what it was in for.
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