Thu May 29, 2003 4:34 pm
Amaryl, I think zog was using a little sarcasm there... since english is your second(other?) language, you might not have caught that...
But hey, I wouldn't catch sarcasm in spanish, so I guess we're even...
But hey, I wouldn't catch sarcasm in spanish, so I guess we're even...
Thu May 29, 2003 4:45 pm
Originally posted by Rule of Wrist
Amaryl, I think zog was using a little sarcasm there... since english is your second(other?) language, you might not have caught that...
But hey, I wouldn't catch sarcasm in spanish, so I guess we're even...
Thanks, rule, no, absolutely, Maybe I know some of english but not an expert I am
Thu May 29, 2003 5:23 pm
Ooh a three way tie between Zog, keek and [me] the tension is unbearable. I think I need to lie down.
Fri May 30, 2003 4:19 pm
Ok..OK...WHO...WHAT shmucks voted TWICE for that Knave, that cuckolding cowardly cur, that depraved scoundrel, that swindling reprobate, that varlat, rogue, rapscillion, wretched good for nothing cad, that ...that ZOG.
This man who calls swamps his home, out-houses fine dineing establishments, lurks amongst the bushes outside of our most private and cherised places, our homes, disreputes and lays shame upon ALL of our vaunted and sacriligious morals and beliefs.
It's rumored that, down in the swamp, every few years, one can actually find a SHEDDING of the old Zog. A reptile my good gentels, by all scientific accounts. This ....this THING slithers amongst us.
Rise GOOD pure souls and cast yee vote, lest the souless vagabonds WIN over all that we have strived so long to build. Nay....this is no longer a mere contra-ta-tomps between cherished friends, a warm display of chivalry and comradirie....NAY good brothers and sisters, we have here, verilly, a contest between GOOD and EVIL.
A-men!
This man who calls swamps his home, out-houses fine dineing establishments, lurks amongst the bushes outside of our most private and cherised places, our homes, disreputes and lays shame upon ALL of our vaunted and sacriligious morals and beliefs.
It's rumored that, down in the swamp, every few years, one can actually find a SHEDDING of the old Zog. A reptile my good gentels, by all scientific accounts. This ....this THING slithers amongst us.
Rise GOOD pure souls and cast yee vote, lest the souless vagabonds WIN over all that we have strived so long to build. Nay....this is no longer a mere contra-ta-tomps between cherished friends, a warm display of chivalry and comradirie....NAY good brothers and sisters, we have here, verilly, a contest between GOOD and EVIL.
A-men!
Fri May 30, 2003 5:09 pm
Shit, Keek.....and I voted for you...
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Sat May 31, 2003 12:20 am
And I voted for you, Zog :d And you deserve it, Zog. You are popular. However. TWO votes out of the blue for you, with nothing mentioned is just a WEEeeeee bit suspicious.
I think you're hiring people out. Maybe lifting a few bans. C'mon Zog, be honest. You can share with us. We're your freeiinddss.
I think you're hiring people out. Maybe lifting a few bans. C'mon Zog, be honest. You can share with us. We're your freeiinddss.
Sat May 31, 2003 12:24 am
Funny thing is I'm also probably the most hated player on the server, so I'm couting my blessings.
I am a lightning rod for assholes. I weed them out, then banish them...and in the process I create a long, long list of people who despise me.
I am a lightning rod for assholes. I weed them out, then banish them...and in the process I create a long, long list of people who despise me.
Sat May 31, 2003 12:38 am
Lol he's very smart too...heh heh ya know Im kidding:P
Lol at keek? are we keeping track of who voted for who? lol
You guys are funny this reminds me of highschool again...
Lol at keek? are we keeping track of who voted for who? lol
You guys are funny this reminds me of highschool again...
Sat May 31, 2003 12:39 am
Now that Zog has the lead, I can just jump on the bandwagon and vote for him.
When I first went to the beach server I saw this 'Zog' guy running around saying strange things all the time, and I thought 'something weird is going on here.' Sure enough. Any time I see his name pop up there I know things aren't quite right.
Then this Canuck comes along and basicly his computer assimilates him and keeps him up 24 hours a day playing Wolfe. Everywhere you look, there is Keekanoo. I should know, since he is at the top of my "killed by" list.
I definitely approve of their zealous tard management.
When I first went to the beach server I saw this 'Zog' guy running around saying strange things all the time, and I thought 'something weird is going on here.' Sure enough. Any time I see his name pop up there I know things aren't quite right.
Then this Canuck comes along and basicly his computer assimilates him and keeps him up 24 hours a day playing Wolfe. Everywhere you look, there is Keekanoo. I should know, since he is at the top of my "killed by" list.
I definitely approve of their zealous tard management.
Sat May 31, 2003 12:45 am
Too bad I'm not a lightning rod for HOT CHICKS!!
Let this be a lesson to you all...being crazy is not "cool" with the chicks.
Let this be a lesson to you all...being crazy is not "cool" with the chicks.
Sat May 31, 2003 12:53 am
Didnt know you were still on? Your on my most kills list but you weren't playing tonight right? must have been another night...I think.
Sat May 31, 2003 1:04 am
Free !respawns for those that vote for me!
Get 'em while they're hot!
Two for one night...
Get 'em while they're hot!
Two for one night...
Sun Jun 01, 2003 1:47 am
Don't be fooled by Zog's depiction of Tard Eden, where all is forgiven, and skilled players get !slapped !disoriented then !launched.
Zog's bedroom--which is also his kitchen, dining room, latrine and psychiatric hospital utility closet, is right out of a scene from 'A Beautiful Mind is a terrible thing to waste'.
All over the walls, super-imposed on world maps, are stick-it notes detailing noob tard activity. Arrows made from one of his most cherished personal objects, a broken tube of 'Strawberry Sunrise' lipstick, link clusters of high tard activity, with here and there, carefully impaled over the most dense areas, cock-roaches.
Oh yes, Tards, he keeps track of you. On a quiet night, which isn't often given the local of his luxirious domicile, one can hear him muttering to himself, see through the latch-key-hole his thin hands fluttering amongst piles of sticky-notes, his eyes darting around with the focus of the autistic.
And he kicks. More than a tired donkey. More than a quarter-back. He kicks and kicks the tards, over and over--tracks them on special computers, 'watches them', eyes half-closed as he fantasizes their next action.
Three times in one week a computer technician had to replace the exclamation key.
So, Tards, don't beleive this snake-juice seller, this purveyor of manipulative guise and ruse. He hates you. Detests and loathes you all. Every last one. His mantra, lulling him in to sleep once a week, is a evocation of the names of every Tard he's ever kicked.
Vote for me, Tards: Keekanoo--the admin who kicks and consoles. I know you can't help yourselves. I have pity. Between the lobotomies, genetic defficiencies, the copious absorption of cheap street drugs, the preference for train tracks, model glue and your favourite baggy you like to call 'Sniffy', I know you can't help yourselves. You are.... idiots without a village. Well, Beach 24/7 is your home. I embrace you, care for you, love you and accept you as one does an irritating but persistant rash.
Thank you, Tards. And especially thanks to your parole officers who are reading this for you.
Zog's bedroom--which is also his kitchen, dining room, latrine and psychiatric hospital utility closet, is right out of a scene from 'A Beautiful Mind is a terrible thing to waste'.
All over the walls, super-imposed on world maps, are stick-it notes detailing noob tard activity. Arrows made from one of his most cherished personal objects, a broken tube of 'Strawberry Sunrise' lipstick, link clusters of high tard activity, with here and there, carefully impaled over the most dense areas, cock-roaches.
Oh yes, Tards, he keeps track of you. On a quiet night, which isn't often given the local of his luxirious domicile, one can hear him muttering to himself, see through the latch-key-hole his thin hands fluttering amongst piles of sticky-notes, his eyes darting around with the focus of the autistic.
And he kicks. More than a tired donkey. More than a quarter-back. He kicks and kicks the tards, over and over--tracks them on special computers, 'watches them', eyes half-closed as he fantasizes their next action.
Three times in one week a computer technician had to replace the exclamation key.
So, Tards, don't beleive this snake-juice seller, this purveyor of manipulative guise and ruse. He hates you. Detests and loathes you all. Every last one. His mantra, lulling him in to sleep once a week, is a evocation of the names of every Tard he's ever kicked.
Vote for me, Tards: Keekanoo--the admin who kicks and consoles. I know you can't help yourselves. I have pity. Between the lobotomies, genetic defficiencies, the copious absorption of cheap street drugs, the preference for train tracks, model glue and your favourite baggy you like to call 'Sniffy', I know you can't help yourselves. You are.... idiots without a village. Well, Beach 24/7 is your home. I embrace you, care for you, love you and accept you as one does an irritating but persistant rash.
Thank you, Tards. And especially thanks to your parole officers who are reading this for you.
Sun Jun 01, 2003 11:35 am
I knew it! Was he involved in the Kennedy assasination as well?
Wed Jun 04, 2003 4:41 pm
wow, hey keek, u wouldnt happen to be a writer are u??