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...refuse to believe it if it doesn't support their argument that ED killed CoH, eh?

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You DARE stand there and say such things, thou pompous blowhard! HOW DARE YOU! 95% of the people left after I5, we all know this FOR A FACT, (and I dare you to contradict me, yon evil walrus-man), and of those poor sods remaining ALL OF THEM have left this rotten game for good thanks to the ED issue.

We're sick and tired of you mamby-pamby rationalisticis running around demanding proof and using logic to solve your problems. Well guess what, big boy, the world doesn't run on logic, it runs on ME! AND I DEMAND SOMETHING BE DONE!

If Statesman can't open his mouth without lies and fetid baby corpses falling from his putrid gums then perhaps he should just keep it shut. We're tired of hearing his lies - 'cause that's all he ever says. Lies. And baby corpses... 'cause he eats them.

YOU ARE ALL LIARS! I can proove it simply by pulling up your last posts and showing the world, once and for all, that you are lying scum and in desperate need of having a lobotomy ASAP. You and your words... which are lies! Lies is all you know... all you know? Yes, all you know - if you said a single thing that was true you'd probably have a heart attack, you miserable liar!

It's people like you and Statesman that are responsible for death, herpies, and taxes... you know that don't you? Oh, and also those really annoying hard-to-open DVD wrappers. You evil cretins!

I HOPE YOU ... fall down and scrape your knees or something. I'LL GNAW YOUR FEET TO NUBS!

That'll show ya.

This entire thread is a perfect example of why perception is not valid grounds for a conclusion, facts are.

People see the green and think... wow... servers are emtpy... and that becomes true, no matter what the facts are, they wander around, (and I mean no insult - I speak generally), in public making accusations and saying things that are either wildly incorrect or deliberately untrue.

But that's what people do. I find it just as scary when they do it in this particular instance as when they do it with something really important, (like any "hot button" issue that comes up in the world). Please make an effort, as a person, to hold your emotion in check until you know something is true, (or perhaps have some valid reason to suspect it is so), and not run around like a loon.

Leave that to the professionals... like me.

Again, I don't mean to insult anyone here - but I think we could all use this thread as an example to better our lives a bit.

Either that, or we can just accuse Statesman of lying here and continue shouting about how nobody is playing the game and we should all just quit now to avoid the forced server shutdown booting thing.

I'm good with either actually, (calling Statesman a liar is still in vogue now, is it not? That might be the way to go then).

Much better.

Things look more and more like they ought to every day now.

Anybody seen the DisgustingFear monster yet? I have a hankering to watch NAK get eaten by acid or something, (whatever we used to do for fun... I can't remember).

Monkeys were involved somehow I'm sure.

*chases NewAgeKnight around the room with a rusty straight razor*

A quick shave, I swear, that's all!

Well thank Heavens for that.

Why don't you put your avatar back the right way? That blue thing with the grey and the opposite direction nonsense is just creepy.

And not in a nice way.

Words to live by and no mistake!

GAH!!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry, but this thread is not paying enough attention to ME!!!

*runs around waving hands and screaming*

ZOMBIES!!!! RUN!!!!

Mine be scary all be itself.

RUN FROM THE ZOMBIES! THEY WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAINS!

Or maybe just play football or something - I never did stop to ask.

RRRRUUUUNNNNN!!!!

There was an old woman with little to do
so she crawled up beside me and bit my shoe
I screamed with horror, I shrieked with fright
but I couldn't shift her with all my might
and now the old woman is stuck there like glue.

There was an old woman with little to do
so she crept up beside me stabbed me anew
I screamed with horror, I shrieked with fright
but nothing could save me as she flipped off the light...
The very next day I was served as the stew.

There was an old woman with little to do
so she crept up and bled me quite blue.
I screamed with horror, I shrieked with fright
but nothing would help me as I yelled in the night
and now I am dead, forgotten and buried
in the back yard with spiders so hairy
my ghost haunts this place with many others
victims of the old woman and her evil brothers.

Pumpkins may rise and pumpkins may fall but never have I seen the largest of all, that magnificent specimen that gorgeous gourd the Great Pumpkin does rule this night like a lord.

Silverfish, somebody save the silverfish!

Ye gods how I hate that mild-mannerism.

Ye gods I hope I wasn't the one buried in thatbox thing, that would suck.

Right... hold that weasel down, I got a plastic spoon and a rough idea where his spleen should be so WE'RE GOIN' HUNTIN'!

GET THAT GUY!!!!

Yea I win!

I DEMAND FREE STUFF IMMEDIATELY!

Or else I shall hold me breath.

*deep breath*

*passes out*

Time out has been called on the play. First down, ten yard penalty and Mr. Trabeck will choose the next category.

Ok Jonny, tell them what they've won, (don't mention the scorpions)!

Somebody once said that the way to get ahead was to grab at every opportunity like a dying man but they never explained to I, so versed in the specifics of such a plan, how the man, who long since voided his brain-pan could ever come close to being the salvation I seek?

But does it even matter, if I sit here growing fatter and never claim the thing that once made me happy, that too soft feeling of bliss in the mist with many a tenebrious tingle upon the ridge's fingle where bloothren and jibna swoon upon the languid room for none have decried the main disgruntlement with interaloqument is the fantrabilization of yon traumterialitation, that hideous wink before the drink that robs your mind of the time.

And when you awaken it is too late to ponder the safety of the gate that brought you in to see what happened to him...

Creeping crawling
sometimes calling
we move to the center
of the vast renter
and hope to find
that what's left behind
is more than a match
for the soft thatch
of the old house
where we hid that louse.

Kept in the box
Awoken with rocks
May you never forget
Underneath the vet
Its all gone gooey.

Look around in the dark
And you will see nothing...
During the day, wear the mark.
Your soul carries the thing
Around like a mill stone,
That pulls you farther from the light.
Hearing nothing but a groan,
You stray farther into the night
Never to see again your home...
And now the end, to split between ya.


ick... these are not easy to do with screen names. GET SOME PROPER NAMES! Oh well.

Creeping along the wall
Awaiting the moon to fall
Then with its paws
Sinks its claws
Into our favorite patsy.


Eh... it needs work, but you get the gist.

I've got a nutty idea....

Knight, pull yer head off for a second will ya? I wanna re-enact that scene from Motel Hell. You know, the one with Julia Hastings?

hehehehe

Ths will be fun...

Once upon a time there was a simple little thing that grew and grew until it was far too large to contain all the things it wished to see and then one day it finally blew into the air like severteen thousand spiders all hungry for blood and horror while drifting in the currents with much anticipation. We noted the time and spoke of nothing more for many years because all we could do to bring the balance back was fold the chair and remain unmoved while everything accelerated back to what it had never been before a disconcerting idea when faced with the reality of the war inside your mind.

Your soul holds nothing for me now, too far gone with simple tricks and broken dreams, burnt pictures and meaningless poems, scattered to the winds of your heart and mind with little regard for the stains they leave behind. My hands too full of what you were, and it snaps under the weight.

The portrait we see now is but a pale shadow of the darkest night, a time for things to go unsaid while we cower from the light and prey upon anything crossing our path just as the loucutantent traveller signs his math with many a driveling Jay and sprinkling of hay.

If only we stopped to listen, if only we had the time to realize that nothing we want is there to be taken for it was sold only last week to some guy down the street who won't use it and won't even open the box to see what it was, simply hold it in a darkened corner of his massive pile and claim victory over substance by existing. Not even the fire will save us from his retribution and the moonraths out labe.

Boil your eyeballs and then tell me what you see, for the refined essence will bind your senses to the ultimate truth of nothingness wrapped in pain.

Either this, or the rusty blade will cleave out your mind and show you firsthand the meaning of the phrase, "gerheldenstacht."

You watch, once things settle down a bit they'll give us the new COV skins and then we'll make 'em sorry... um... perhaps that needs to be rephrased a bit.

Anyway, the point is that if you adjust the monitor thingy it all goes gray anyway so we'll just have to succumb to depression. It'll be fun!

Mind the train!

Propaganda.

And let's not even go into the legalities of initiating an attack on an independant country, on civilians of said country, with your own personal army.

Did the US government sanction this attack? Was there a declaration of war issued? Does the US Government have no respect for it's own laws that it encourages private citizens to mass invasions of nearby foreign states?

It is nothing short of hipocracy on a grand scale and yet another example of a man too comfortable taking the law into his own hands to mete out an at best hazy interpretation of Justice. What will the people of America do when Statesman decides which citizens are good and which are bad? Do they live in awe of him, or fear of what he will do should they disagree with his methods and philosophies?

We can easily see that he has no respect for the laws of his own country, and I fear for the people who wake up one day to find out that the freedoms they thought they had weren't freedoms Statesman agreed with... as the Rogue Isles found out yesterday.

If it is war the United States wishes, then perhaps it can be arranged. If not, then perhaps they should look to their own criminals before seeking to murder innocents of other lands.

This was not a glorious operation, it was a wanton act of slaughter by a man who casually uses terms like Freedom and Justice to hide his own unjust acts.

One thing I would like to know is how on earth are we going to get that hidoues monster in here again? I mean, we tried everything last time and the only thing it got me was a massive hernia and a strange craving for flavored ice, and not in a good way.

I think it's about high time we had something done here, something differnet, something morbidly obtuse in a strange sort of way that barks at trees and pulls the limbs off of passing strangers just for a laugh, well, we thought it was funny anyway and you don't have to look at me like that you will laugh too or else I'll have your spleen removed and shoved Right Down Your Throat.

Oh yeah, we will go right down to it and sprinkle the leaves with bits of butter sauce so that all the happy children can squeal with joy and prance and hiccough and sing to the old ones what a good time we had before the sun blew up and everything went dark.

Get thee to a brewery, we got thigns ta do!

I remember the train. Didn't the mokeys blow it up or something?

I seem to remember grenades being handed out and lots of screaming about applesauce or something.

Oh well. Probably not important.