J.C.

Banned because I don't like tribonacci numbers (yeah, I'm looking at you 98950096 )

I don't know how to jump up and down while yelling. You are in the forest. Obvious exits are North, East, South, and West. -- The sun is coming up. It is now day. -- You're starting to feel a bit hungry

Bad idea: setting fire to the arcade.

Banned for not linking fish smell.

Don't really see how. I think there's very little hope for Europe. I believe it's only a matter of time before their massive bureaucratic spending, coupled with diminishing working force, general unrest and animosity towards immigrants and insanely high living standards cause all hell to break loose.

I never liked it, don't know exactly why, most of my friends in college loved it. It just felt to... repetitive, I think. Well, off tho play some Dead Space. See ya!

I really wouldn't know, it's been a long time since I played, never compared the loading times of both games. As I said, I don't remember the loading time being annoying, but rather refreshing after all the madness.

I think you're talking about globalization, not war . When you occupy a country (and remember this whole debate started with this statement "Mark my words, the EU is eventually going to try and take over the world.", I'm talking about that), you'll inevitably face insurrection and guerrilla warfare. Keeping your hold will be costly: morally, economically and in terms of manpower. The EU doesn't really have a lot of any of those things, not enough to try and take over the world anyway. So I don't think military expansion on their part is likely.

Kill grue with sub-machine gun.

The sub-machine gun is fully loaded. The store clerk says "I'm sorry sir, but we are closing right now" and throws you out. The door of the 7/11 closes behind you and the sign is turned off. You can see a white house to the east. The road continues north to the woods. -- It is pitch black. If you stay here, you are likely to be eaten by a grue.

I've been messing around in the forum games section. Going to do some Dead Space playing now.

You lay out a blazing barrage of gun fire. Nothing happens. The store clerk yawns. You see: sword, adult magazine.

Who here knew that one day giant lumberjacks would chop down trees and drink cheap cyanide filled Koolaid and go to Epsilon's planet of chicken and sweet tea and guns that shoot boolets? Not only do cows eat grass but also they jump over the moon and leave ponies in rest. It was very nonsensical and confusing, only /b/ could possibly make less sense than the chaotic, random, ambiguous Gordon Freeman's dream. The G-man woke up to a de-railed thread on a very sad day. He was wearing a very expensive diamond encrusted tie and suit with a dark blue pair of socks. His fashion sense was very pimpin'. Everyone was jelly whenever the G-man would roll up into a ball and derail this thread. G-man then got into his purple limousine and drove into a Lake. G-man drowned, but his suit was made of ice cream That froze into a million pieces. Many treasure hunters search for G-man's suit shards but stop because they get very hungry for potatoes and decide to return to idaho. G-man survived though, but

You take the items. The store clerk yawns. You see: sword, adult magazine.

Who here knew that one day giant lumberjacks would chop down trees and drink cheap cyanide filled Koolaid and go to Epsilon's planet of chicken and sweet tea and guns that shoot boolets? Not only do cows eat grass but also they jump over the moon and leave ponies in rest. It was very nonsensical and confusing, only /b/ could possibly make less sense than the chaotic, random, ambiguous Gordon Freeman's dream. The G-man woke up to a de-railed thread on a very sad day. He was wearing a very expensive diamond encrusted tie and suit with a dark blue pair of socks. His fashion sense was very pimpin'. Everyone was jelly whenever the G-man would roll up into a ball and derail this thread. G-man then got into his purple limousine and drove into a Lake. G-man drowned, but his suit was made of ice cream That froze into a million pieces. Many treasure hunters search for G-man's suit shards but stop because they get very hungry for potatoes and decide to return

Bad idea: not giving me a piece of the action for posting in the Maffia Game thread.

The store clerk greets you. "We are going out of business, please help yourself to whatever items you like". You see: food pack, sub-machine gun, sword, adult magazine, flashlight.

Who here knew that one day giant lumberjacks would chop down trees and drink cheap cyanide filled Koolaid and go to Epsilon's planet of chicken and sweet tea and guns that shoot boolets? Not only do cows eat grass but also they jump over the moon and leave ponies in rest. It was very nonsensical and confusing, only /b/ could possibly make less sense than the chaotic, random, ambiguous Gordon Freeman's dream. The G-man woke up to a de-railed thread on a very sad day. He was wearing a very expensive diamond encrusted tie and suit with a dark blue pair of socks. His fashion sense was very pimpin'. Everyone was jelly whenever the G-man would roll up into a ball and derail this thread. G-man then got into his purple limousine and drove into a Lake. G-man drowned, but his suit was made of ice cream That froze into a million pieces. Many treasure hunters search for G-man's suit shards but stop because they get very hungry

Now Vortigaunts will eat username on a stone statue, that wears a ton of Dresses while shooting Headcrabs.

Banned for not sucking up.

You arrive at the 7/11. The bright sign at the entrance foretells the wonders hidden inside. The 7/11 is to the west. You can see a white house to the east. The road continues north to the woods. -- Night falls. It is pitch black. If you stay here, you are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Mhmmm. There seems to be some pony friendship in that code. It's not really compatible with all browsers at this point.

Well, then none of the above really applies. Forum addiction is when the forum is the first thing you check when you get up in the morning, last thing you read before going to sleep, you check it on you phone when you're riding the subway or the bus, you show it to other people for no particular reason, you spend hours browsing and doing research for things to post in it, you constantly wonder what is going on in it, you have shortcuts for it in every single device with browsing capabilities at your disposal and you think about the next post you'll make while engaged in that coitus thing you kids like to talk about... Ehm.... I don't know where that came from .

I don't know how to do that. You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here.

the game is intriguing, if you're able to handle LOADING EVERY * 5 SECONDS. It was sarcasm. But wait, J.C. likes it? Hell yeah I like it. I always played it in a dark room with headphones on. Extreme tension. And loading screens don't bother me. In that game they actually helped you catch a break from al the running backwards and screaming. Also, keep in mind this is a 10 year old game. You kids with your nintendogs and interwebs and pentiumses don't understand what it was like to have to wait a few second for every transition. Now somebody get me my tea and cookies!