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My avatar is an Estonian composer that writes music for a cathedral in Germany. Does it look like that's his kind of thing?

The F-14 is an interceptor. HMS Interceptor.

Your fear overwhelms your rationality and will to keep supper down. You vomit in a nervous sweat while hitting what appears to be an incandescent pool of Kool-aid fruit drink on your left shoulder with a "PKOOOSH!" in an attempt to dive head-first. Panicking took too much time. In a flurry of disgruntled, angry and barely coherent series of thoughts, it occurs to you that you might have been able to land that better if you had your feet pointing down, arms at your sides and mouth closed. In addition, sweating was a rather weird panicking response to "falling to what may appear to be your death", what you're floating in may be the tentacle monster's urine, your left arm is dislocated and vomit just landed on your head. The ambient light given off by the liquid you're in seems to be amplified by your flashlight, giving a bit of indication to the space you're in. It looks like some kind of concrete pipe leading WEST and quite large and empty. NORTH is what appears to be a human-like figure with either a pancake-shaped head or holding an umbrella. EAST looks like a big steel porticullus-style grate and SOUTH is the curved edge of the pipe that you almost hit while falling. Looking up, you see where you came from, an opening in the top of the pipe about the size of a car and square-shaped. Looking down, the liquid is somewhat translucent, but too thick to see all the way to the bottom. But you can see your feet treading water through it. The moustachioed banknote appears to have changed, the figurehead has a raised eyebrow.

That doesn't exactly spark interest in me.

Yeah when I have good times, I want to remember them. That's one reason why I prefer not to drink alcohol.

You lean forward into a skydiving position and begin to yell "SLOW DOWN!!" but it doesn't appear to be working, reminding you that physics still work in the favor of nature and not video game protagonists. You burp to generate a bit more thrust just to be sure, but it still doesn't work. Although you're accelerating towards the green whatever at over 40mph, you can tell that it's some variety of liquid, possibly viscous enough to dive into, but one can't be sure. Obvious exits are PANIC, THROW GUN, THROW UP, DIVE and DIE.

(Joking aside, pay attention if you see this image on your TV screen if you're from the United States.)

The steel plate bends under your force of will with the decision to jump, although gravity is kind of helping it along. It breaks and snaps, making you fall straight down in a small dinted hole in the floor at exactly the same time the tentacle swings around to try and squoosh the creator of a loud cracking noise. You fall so quickly in fact that your helmet detached, sitting for a moment in comfortable intertia hovering at about eye-level as you fall through the floor. You do not know the fate that awaits the helmet that remained where you were, but now you can see that you are falling in a very dark and very empty space. There are no obvious exits unless you plan on yelling to generate thrust in one direction or another. There appears to be a green something glowing far below you, maybe as far as 100 feet. A drop from this height is survivable, but it would be recommended that you know what you're doing.

Takes a bit of time to load. Does it download to a temporary file the entire video?

Pistol picked up. Amazingly it took all the blows from the tentacle like a boss and now has some badass scars and scrapes. You'd better paint this thing later so it looks like it has an eyepatch.

The tentacle is now rapidly swinging back and forth between the two locations where it heard a noise from, growling much in the way an antelope doesn't. Back at the location of the smashed crate, you see wood chips and a thrown glock pistol with one round fired. Inside the pile of woodchips appears to be what used to be an engine block, but it's smashed to bits. Looks like another spring or a camshaft could be salvaged, but who knows if those things could ever be useful. Additionally, who knows if the tentacle may want its woodchips back. The floor below you feels like it's starting to bend from the stress because of the banging earlier. Obvious exits are EAST to where you woke up, NORTH to the pit, WEST to where you were thrown, and JUMP. You are no longer interested in Panicking.

Did you know that most of all renewable energy comes from hydroelectric generation?

You come up with an ingenious plan for escape using a train of thought that leads you away from the wall. However that train was quickly derailed by an air particle and your subconscious mind reminding you that the smell of the tentacle was much like that one winter day with Niel. The train carried you NORTH, throwing you to the opposite wall at high speed. Again the spring protected you from the impact slightly, but your spinal cord disagrees with the amount of momentum you had, so now your head feels like it's in a vice. The Tentacle is confused, because at the same time that it's pressing against a body suddenly turned into pressing against air and slammed into the wall, your body hit the opposite wall, making equivalent "thud"s on opposite sides of the room. Your obvious exits are PANIC, KILL MONSTER, DIE, ARGUE. To the EAST are the remains of a once proud and glorious wood crate, to the WEST is the looted body of Christopherson. To the NORTH is a pit with a foul tentacle coming out of it.

You go onto a train of thought about where the monster could have come from, via Langstrom entanglement or perhaps Occram's machete theory. but machete made you think of the movie Spy Kids, which made you think of fake spaniards, which made you think of taco bell. You point out your tongue in disgust while sneezing, which results in two things. First, the tentacle whips around and slams you against the far wall SOUTH with a terrific Thud! It hurts a lot, but thankfully some of the blow was cushioned by the steel spring in your pocket. Second, now you know what a sneeze tastes like on your tongue. You don't want to remind yourself. You are rather heftily pinned against a metal wall by a tentacle that smells like a fart butt. Your obvious exits are PANIC, KILL MONSTER, DIE, ARGUE and PONDER.

Ooo, meet the medic outtakes are out! http://www.teamfortress.com/post.php?id=5816

You creep North, grasping your pockets in order to avoid making your new found spare change jangle. You stop a couple feet from the opening of the pit where the tentacles are coming from. Someone should hire this creature as a wood chipper.

The tentacle does not seem content with the small woodchips that remain the only sign that a box once existed. The tentacle has stopped making swoosh noises and is now back to making growling noises while repeatedly stabbing the metal floor near the glock pistol. You loot the body and find 42.24 in cash and change, a D-cell battery, an ID for a "Christoph Kristopherson" and two clips of ammo for a glock pistol. One of the banknotes has a moustache scribbled onto the figurehead.

The pistol hit the wood box and discharged with a loud bang. The tentacle swoops toward the box and smashes it with one swoop, making a "swoop" noise. You run west and make a slide that Bill Casey would be proud of all the way to the HEV suit body. Near the suit is a crystal, a steel spring, a Tau cannon with only three rounds of ammo and a human tooth. The tentacle is making a ruckus. You can only move NORTH or WEST.

The swoosh of the crowbar awoke a giant tentacle monster that may or may not be wearing the dark room you're in as a hat. You see it lunge in your general direction, as well as a body wearing an HEV suit and some other things some distance WEST. You see a giant pit where the tentacle is coming from NORTH. There is a large wooden crate EAST.

Please choose difficulty: 1. Blueberry 2. Easy 3. Hard 4. Nightmare

Belated wishes to the creation of the world's newest nation South Sudan. The country declared independence from Sudan (country south of Egypt) on Friday the 8th, and is expected to be accepted by the UN General Council as the 193rd Member-State on Thursday this week. Your thoughts?

Okie doke, so all the posters are in, bar the Sons of Norton Party, which has been permitted an extension because of unpredictied circumstances. The posters will be distributed to 5 judges, each will consider the posters according to this criteria: a. Originality (How original the poster is in content) b. Ingenuity (Cleverness, wit or humor in the poster) c. Compellingness (Strength and influence of the message it has towards the party it supports (or against the parties it does not) d. Composition (Placement, organization, flow and/or motion of the visual elements of the poster) The winner of this challenge will be awarded 5 points for demonstrating qualities in artistic expression, stylistic and technical knowledge and in persuasive ability. Second place gets 3 points, third gets 1 point, and those that trail behind get no points. Without further ado, here are the posters, in order of who submitted what. __________ The Accursed Nation Party - J.C., submitted by J.C. __________ The Bold Blue Party - Blue, submitted by Blue __________ The Neo-Rhino Party - Alphabetagamma, submitted by Alphabetagamma http://www.photoshop.com/products Alternatively accepted submission __________ Sons of Norton Party - Doom Shepard, submitted by BTGBullseye

There have been several different claims at different times of various origins saying that they found evidence of extraterrestrial micro-organism fossils. However most of these claims are largely considered inconclusive at best.