Maricus

Rowr

Teh Rook

Other old-time-ishy Rookerzens

Pretty much anyone from my old SG. I particularly miss drunken TF night. Of course, it wasn't always a TF, but that wasn't the important part.

Twelve.
Twelve leftover wolverines (I tend to over order)

*releases wolverines*

In order that there be no confusion, I'd like to make that very clear. Thank you.

Coh applied a patch today (April 11) that is now causing the game to crash out, or freeze after a few minutes of play. Sometimes, but not always, there will be an event log message:

Display driver amdkmdap stopped responding and has successfully recovered.

specs:
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System is an Alienware M17
Core 2 duo
4Gb RAM
ATI Mobility Radeon HD 3870 X2

Video Driver info:
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Driver Packaging Version 8.712-100302b-096986C-ATI
Provider ATI Technologies Inc.
2D Driver Version 8.01.01.1010
2D Driver File Path /REGISTRY/MACHINE/SYSTEM/ControlSet001/Control/CLASS/{4D36E968-E325-11CE-BFC1-08002BE10318}/0000
Direct3D Version 8.14.10.0735
OpenGL Version 6.14.10.9704
Catalyst™ Control Center Version 2010.0302.2233.40412

*Stands tapping a foot impatiently and looking at his watch*
They said overnight. It's been overnight for a while now.

*A delivery truck emblazoned with "Wolverine Express" in brightly colored lettering turns the corner*
Ah! There they are. It's about time!

*The truck screeches to a halt, dumps a large package out and speeds away*
Ok, lessee here. Instructions, instructions... here they are.

*Puts on reading glasses and examines instruction sheet with interest*
Hmmmmm, "Thank you for shopping Wolverine Express, the finest hand-picked wolverines delivered right to your door... blah, blah, blah." Ok, here we go. "Step 1: Locate end of box labeled 'Open this End.' Step 2: IMPORTANT! Point away from face." Seems like good advice. "Step 3: Pull tab all the way across, detaching end of box. Step 4: RUN LIKE HELL!" Think I've got the idea.

*Opens cage door, pulls tab on box, quickly shoves box and contents into the cage, and slams the door shut*
WOLVERINES!!!!!!

The couch started off going about 70, but slowed quickly. I'd nearly matched speed when impact occurred, so mostly ended up punting the thing off to one side. No damage to the car, just some excitement for the occupants

Ran into a couch on the freeway today. Why was there a couch on the freeway, you might ask? Philosophers have pondered this question for ages, and most feel that if it could be answered, we would gain much insight into the workings of the universe.

P.S. IsThatACouchInTheMiddleOfTheFreeway??!!! WhyIsThereACouchInTheMid..... *splat*

So, what's this game about again? I seem to remember it being mostly catgirls and llamas....

*Passes a hand over a sweat covered brow, then looks up at Cien*
Are you an a assassin?

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry.....


What?

*opens the lid of his coffin and glowers at everyone*
What? You're still here?

Uh, oh. Over caffeinated. Get the dart gun, and a net

Oh, it's just another jobless Thursday
Wish it was a Sunday
That's my slightly-less-manic-depressive-than-usual day
My I don't have to...

All right! Where are my #$%@!# car keys! Had em in my hand a minute ago. How can I lose the stupid things in under a minute! It's like they crawl off and hide from me. Arrrrgh!

*sounds of ransacking and swearing*

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*views the security footage*

Wow.. I didn't know a person could bend that way? And wait.. is that a duck? Oh no no, just the way she's holding the watermelon...

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And what's with the midget?

*Maricus sits in his cubicle under flickering, buzzing florescents, staring grimly at his computer monitor, then sighs heavily and looks up at the sound of footsteps*
Normally, I would ask what new torments you intend to inflict on me, but you are not your typically jaunty self tonight. What have you done now?

*Work looks briefly startled, then dons an expression of concern and starts jangling his keys in his pocket*
Ahhhhh, errrr... well, you know our database expert guy, right? I ummmm... may have.... well...

*Maricus look alarmed*
Yes, I am aware of his existence. I work with him every day. You treat him like crap. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

*Work looks sheepish, and stares at his feet*
Well, he ummm.... kinda quit today.... I didn't know he could do that....

*Maricus begins massaging his temples*
Yes, it's an "at will" employment contract. Many businesses have difficulty grasping that they work both ways. Since you are a sociopath, and are incapable of understanding that your behavior may have adverse consequences, I won't bother to ask if you actually planned for this....

*Work continues looking sheepish*
Well..... no. No plans as such..... I was wondering if you could... you know, take over from him?

*Maricus buries his face in his hands*
We're doomed you know.

*The flickering florescents buzz loudly one last time, and then go out, leaving the office in darkness. Only the faint sound of demonic laughter disturbs the darkness*

*Shuffles back in breathing hard, carrying a flyswatter and wearing a cardboard box on his head with "llama protection helmet" scrawled on the side*

Huff! That's it. I've cleared all the llamas out. All gone

*Waves flyswatter around in a manner indicating the non-presence of llamas*

It was a hard, dangerous job, but it's done. No more llamas

*Notices NekoAli, and looks alarmed*

Aha! She might be hiding some!

*starts sneaking up on the kitteh, flyswatter at the ready*

LLAMAAAAAAAAAASSsSSSS!!!

*Runs around in a panic*

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Was that a tang commercial Marcius?

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No, it was for "Space Food Sticks". Apparently, they are still made. Why? I really can't say



Space Food Sticks <-- for youtube impaired

*Enters Rookery. with a wary look*
There aren't any.... boxes in here this morning, are there?

*Raises fly swatter in a threatening manner*
Ok, then

BTW: Astronaut Food (for youtube capable)

I remember these from when I was a child. They were nasty

*ouch* >_<