re: General Off-Topic Discussion III: No More Spam!
jacknalls, it's a general discussion. They are just tired of topics, which most of which you create to be frank, that have absolutely no discussion value and how most of them degenrates to mindless spam. They are trying to make you post your thread ideas here, which I said was memberating. However, I know why they feel like they do. I do not have any power to tell you what to do, but I recommend that you make discussions that have discussion value and keep spamming and flaming other members at a minimum. It will make the other members happy and make the forum look more appealing to new members. I am also aware that you are rather curious and want to know what if Link was different, used something else, etc., but that does not create much discussion, and that's also why Praetorian_Lord created the "What If?" game thread. And other members, myself included, would appreciate it if you would keep inappropiate remarks, drugs, and profanity out of this forum. It would be for the best to make this forum look nice, but lewd comments detract from that. If you also become a more pleasant person to talk with, other members will enjoy having you around the forums more and friendships develop.
Anyhow, watched a video on Youtube. It was pretty intense, especially with the coordination and timing that was involved.
People are Douchebags untill proven not true seeker
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May 05, 08 at 11:06AM
re: General Off-Topic Discussion III: No More Spam!
I miss back before the Mods came and the forums were in My, Murrays, Weldars, and Foxys hands. We didn't have much spam and it was nice a quiet and we didn't get in trouble for memberating. Good days, good days. But at least the forums are more active and most people have some sence but the forum is filled with spam cause Jacks usless threads.
Back to Mario.
Did anyone find the final boss in Super Mario World to be hard.
re: General Off-Topic Discussion III: No More Spam!
Here's that chapter I promised in GDII.
Quarantine
Lizer
Chapter 1
There is always at least one disaster in the world. A hurricane hits Jamaica. But people don’t care. They simply ignore it. ‘It’s not happening to me,’ they think, ‘It won’t ever happen to me.’ But what do these people do when it does happen to them? How do they react…
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Jeryme.” Dr. Claber wiped his hands on his coat. “ Your son simply has the common cold. Some rest and fluids, and soon he’ll be right as rain.” He smiled. “Okay, Thomas, get down off the table and thank the doctor.” Thomas looked up at Claber. “Phank youff!” The six-year old grinned, showing the gap where his two front teeth should be. The doctor tousled Thomas’s blonde hair. Thomas giggled and covered his head. Mrs. Jeryme took her son’s hand. “Thank you, Dr. Claber.” She stepped towards the door. “Oh, Mrs. Jeryme,” she turned around, “ tell your husband he has a wonderful son!” She smiled wanly. “ I can’t. I’m single.” And with that, she left.
Dr. Claber, sir, you have a call,” the nurse called down the hallway. “Oh please, Helen, call me Henry.” He walked into his office, shaking his head. She had worked with him for a week but still insisted on formalities. He picked up the phone. “Henry, what was it?” Matthew Harrison was on the other end of the line. Henry frowned. “Just another false alarm. Honestly, I’m surprised. It’s flu season and there hasn’t been a single case of it.” The psychiatrist grinned and spun his chair around. “Get used to it. You’re not in Arizona anymore. This is Ohio!” “So, what are we doing tonight?” Matthew leaned back in his chair. Dr. Claber raised his eyebrows. “Well, Matt, I am going to my daughter’s piano recital. I think I’ve found you a date.” Matthew groaned. “Another? Henry you know how these things end!” He clapped a hand to his forehead. “Just because my wife died four months ago, doesn’t mean I’m lonely. My son and I are fine!” Henry smiled. “Just because the last seven didn’t work out, doesn’t mean this one won’t.” He flipped open his record book. “Her name is Alice Jeryme, and she’s twenty-seven. Wait and I’ll find her number…”
Alex Harrison flipped open his Biology textbook. “Now, would all of you please turn to page 86.” The teacher, Mrs. Cleavey, turned to write on the chalkboard. Alex grasped his black hair and flipped the pages, one by one. A paper ball smacked him in the back of the head. He spun around. It was Will Monigans, the school quarterback. He smiled mischievously. “What’s the matter, Alex? The mosquitoes biting?” Alex gripped the back of his chair until his knuckles whitened. “I wish it was something as intelligent as mosquitoes,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Mr. Monigans and Mr. Harrison, quit chatting and turn around!” Alex turned to look at the teacher. And the day continued…
“Dad!” Jessica Claber ran towards her father. “I’m so glad you made it,” she cried. She moved to embrace him, then stopped. She frowned and smoothed down her skirt. “Dad, remember, we both agreed,” she sighed, “no embarrassments.” The father smiled. “We also agreed you would change before the recital. What are you doing, still in your school uniform?” Jessica fidgeted. “I didn’t have time after piano practice, so…” Henry cupped his hand under his daughter’s chin. “I was kidding. You look fine.” He smiled. “No matter what, you will still look beautiful, just like your mother.” Jessica pulled away. “I wish she were here.” Henry’s smile faded. “It has only been three months, and the doctor said she’s improving. She’ll be out of her coma soon, and our lives can return to normal again.” Jessica placed a hand on her abdomen. “I only wish they could.” “What was that?” Her father looked at her questioningly. She grimaced and turned around. Her skin looked unusually pale in the moonlight. “Nothing important. I need go inside and prepare for the recital. After all, it’s only five till the recital begins” “Jess,” she turned around, “I just want you to have the life any ordinary seventeen-year old would want.” She nodded. “Thanks, Dad.” She walked inside, content to keep her secret one more night…
Helen locked the office door. “ He can’t seriously expect to call him Henry. Formalities are required.” The key caught in the lock. “I… did… not… take… three… years… at… manner’s… school… to… change… for… one… doctor!” She punctuated each word with a tug on the key. It finally came loose. “Aaah, at last.” She paused a moment to cough into a handkerchief. “I guess I’ll have to do my own diagnosis,” she sighed, and brushed back her ebony curls.
“Thank you, Alex.” Mrs. Jeryme smiled. “After your father called and asked me to dinner, I thought there would be no one to watch Thomas.” Her son stood beside her, grinning up at Alex. “I promise you, he won’t cause trouble. Just leave him in his bedroom with the television on. He’ll stay quiet until supper.” She ruffled Thomas’s hair. “Listen to Alex tonight, okay?” Thomas giggled. “Yes, Mommy.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you again.” She closed the door and locked it behind her.
Henry sat apprehensively with the other viewers. The recital was to begin any minute. He exhaled as the curtains rose. Jessica was first to play. She smiled at Henry. He smiled back. She waved. Henry frowned. She was waving to someone behind him. He turned around. It was Monigans. He waved back with a half-smile. Henry grimaced, but decided to hold any comment for Jessica…
Nurse Helen screamed…
Alex sat down on the couch, and began flipping through his textbook. This was the easiest thirty dollars he had ever made. It was also the only thirty dollars. He grinned. “Thump!” Alex’s eyes widened. He dashed up the stairs. Thomas lay on the floor in his room, barely breathing. Alex flipped open his cell phone. “Dad, you might want to call your doctor friend, we have a problem…”
Henry drove his car down the road. Matt stood in front of the hospital, an unconscious Thomas in his arms and a shivering Alice by him. “Alex says he just collapsed. What’s wrong with him?” Henry shrugged. “Let’s get inside and stop this before it gets worse.” He opened the door. A scream resounded through the hospital. Henry dashed into the office. Nurse Helen cringed in the corner, a light of insanity burned in her eyes. She began giggling. “Nurse…Helen?” She looked at them all. “You’re all doomed.” The pitch of her giggling increased. Alice asked the question on all their minds: “Why?” She cackled maniacally. “I have the bird flu.” Then she collapsed. Alice put her hand on her. “She’s dead!” Matt looked at Henry. “What’s going on?” Henry grimaced. “My daughter has a relationship with the quarterback, and didn’t tell me; my nurse died; a boy’s dying,” he smiled grimly, “and we’re all doomed.”
re: GD III: Refusing to participate with the paw since 2008
as long as were on the subject of mario games heres something that made me laugh a couple of times *warning some profanity is used* theres is two parts watch both
This message was edited by GroundShaker on May 05 2008.
re: General Off-Topic Discussion III: No More Spam!
I liked wrecking crew, I also like Picross although I guess picross isn't exactly the thing to base a Mario game on, but I liked wrecking crew! And Wrecking Crew 98 is in my top ten games I want translated into English (#1 being.... MOTHER 3!)
re: General Off-Topic Discussion III: No More Spam!
i liked super mario 2 the best it was one of the first games for the NES i played. oohhhh i can hear the fans freakin out now aaawwww s#!t slam!! But really i haven't played any of those except for SM 2