#1291
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Results will be del
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#1292
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...shoot...
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#1293
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be what? deleted? delivered? delayed?
Last edited by bakurachick; 06-01-2010 at 06:54 PM. |
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doesn't matter...
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#1295
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it does -_-
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#1296
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Del what?
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#1297
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it doesn't matter because we're back in black, and not in the good way...
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#1298
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LOL
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#1299
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I kind of figured
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#1300
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T...u...r...n E...n....d..
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#1301
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now it's worse...
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#1302
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LAG?
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#1303
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but we didn't attack Blackie. Oh no a red got blackie we need to run. Someone get Vic to call in.
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#1304
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What do you mean a red got blackie?
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#1305
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Ave is all lagie and leaving out info
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#1306
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nothing got blackie. he's just doing this for the sake of doing it. that's his attack.
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#1307
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and don't call vic! he's useless.
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#1308
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I figure Vic could at least distract the red and blue ncps. I'm now going to call big blue Caboose from now on
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#1309
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Vic?
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#1310
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I'm telling you we don't need Vic!!! he'd just backstab us anyway.
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#1311
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Who's Vic?
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#1312
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Better... look... burns suit.
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#1313
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lag is my enemy >:(
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#1314
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Vic is someone really anowying from the Web series red vs blue. He would call and give the teams orders and not be very helpful.
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#1316
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THIS IS NOTHING LIKE RED VS. BLUE!!!
... except for the red NPCs. ... and the blue NPCs. ... and the demented computer program that's trying to kill everybody, but THAT'S IT!!! |
#1317
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And the two sides that occasionally try to kill each other for no good reason.
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#1318
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When's the turn summary >_>
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#1319
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NPC Black approaches me slowly. I instantly knew why he was here.
"It's almost time, isn't it?" "..." I grab my lucky syringe and push it into my index finger. My blood trickles onto the module. "Go forth." He vanishes. I slide to the other side of the room. The wheels on my chair scratch up the floor. I check the other screens to make sure the intercommunication systems are still working. . . . "We're back in business, players! Results coming up, prepare yourselves... level 2 draws near." |
#1320
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oh..... shoot..... he's definitely a gamer...... and we may be screwed....
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