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I'm totally doing this.

Netro — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 14:32:10 GMT

Since the Official music thread is still closed

Rimmy — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 14:26:15 GMT

so yeah, I'm tired of waiting for someone to re-open the official music thread so I decided I'll make this as new music thread

Happy birthday Victory

Oscar — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 11:23:21 GMT

I'd like to wish our kickass mod Victory a very happy birhday(yesterday), that I once again forgot to give a mention. May the path of life find you success and happiness. yay. :buddy:

Homefront

Jedi-L-FTW — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 00:01:41 GMT

Alright, I know you guys may be tired of videogame threads but hear me out.

Here's a trailer:

This upcoming game, Homefront, is being developed by Kaos studios (the people behind Frontlines: Fuel of War) and being written by John Milius (the genius behind Apocalypse Now and Red Dawn).

Homefront is set in a near future America which has been successfully invaded by North Korea. If you laugh at this concept, I dont blame you. But Mr.Milius has made a plot that doesn't seem as far fetched as it sounds.

In 2012 the sickening North Korean dictator Kim Jong Il dies, leaving North Korea in the hands of his equally bloodthirsty but brilliant son Kim Jong Un.

Under Kim Jong Un's leadership, North Korea has an economic boost propelling out of poverty. Meanwhile America's economy keeps on declining, leading to major military cutbacks and total withdrawl from overseas posts.

In 2013 Kim Jong Un reunifies Korea under his leadership, turning into a Southeast Asian superpower. In 2017 the American economy continues to worsen, leading to nation-wide rioting. In 2018 Japan is anexed into Korea under threat of military annihilation.

In 2022 the American economy collapses, leading to the demise of the dollar and massive civil uprisings. In 2024 Korea takes control of all of Southeast Asia. And finally in 2025, Korea invades a broken America with the intent of finalising Kim Jong Il's dream of world domination.

The game itself starts in 2026, in a small town in Colorado where American resistance is making a stand.

The gameplay will focus on Guerilla warfare like sabotage and ambushes. A tactical destruction system will also be incorporated. The game will also be multiplayer compatible.

So discuss now!

Some help please- animal's live at stake

fruitcake — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 19:45:05 GMT

So i was making my homework math yesterday when i suddenly saw that one of our fish in our pound had jumped out of the pond.

I picked up the poor animal and i threw it back into the pond. So while laying there the gills of the animal must have been drying and getting all sticky so they won't open that well.
Now this morning evrything looked fine and well but this evening the fish was lying on his side (YES? HE STILL LIVES) and breithed pretty normal.

But i've put the fish in a tub with a device that spreads oxygen in the water.

Does anyone know or could suggest what i should do next ???

Blu Animations

RustyMagnum — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 14:21:50 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/user/notblu?blend=2&ob=4

Awe.

Sup

Polo — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 23:06:26 GMT

Prostitution thoughts

BanHammor — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 11:51:10 GMT

Here comes logic.
We all know that prostitution at its current state (in countries like US and Russia, where it is illegal) is hell. They are exploited, raped, robbed, beaten up. They are illegal, criminal, and have a forever stigma.
Now one question: what if the profession was legalized?
Listen, I know that prostitution is mostly "the last resort" of people. With all those risks, almost nobody works there on their own will. Can this change? Oh yes.
You just need to give them same conditions as the other jobs. Give them mandatory health checks, like you do with teachers, instruct them with basic safeties - down go STIs. Give them rights to form trade unions and police protection - and the business is suddenly a lot safer. Finally, let them just earn money on their own, with job applications and ads they place - and you may not fear pimps.

Are you for the legalization or not? Explanation widely approved.

P.S. Much quality was lost during the translation, sorry for that.

Dance Dance Dance!

Netro — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 05:44:13 GMT

:slick::slick::slick::slick::slick: :slick::slick::slick::slick::slick:
:snoop::snoop::snoop::snoop::snoop: :snoop::snoop::snoop::snoop::snoop:

What songs give you the urge to jump up from whatever you're doing and dance!? :haw:

Dancing always puts me in a good mood.

:guitar: :sax: :drum:

[WRITING] Draklor (idk)

memyselfandi — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 03:07:03 GMT

Yeah well, its a short story. Yeah it's stereotypical. There's no point to it really, but tell me what you think.

�I can�t do it!� Draklor screamed with frustration, casting his wooden training sword to the ground. The three surrounding people did not look surprised, it was the forth time he�d done this in the past three hours. �Yes you can,� said the dark haired youth named Viairi, �how long do you think it took for me to master the elements?�
�Or me,� added a mousey haired boy arrayed with feathers, stooping to pick up Draklor�s sword �to master a bow?�
�But that�s different Loft, you�re a Narada, you have a natural skill with a bow.� Draklor said to the boy moodily.
�True,� said Viari, �but what about me, I�m a Humein so I shouldn�t even be able to mix a healing draught, let alone cast a incarnation strong enough to send a Hob-Troll packing.� She smiled at the memory; it had been the day that the companions had first met.
Draklor shifted uncomfortably; he knew that Viairi was right. �All right�� he said, taking the sword from Loft. Draklor then with all his power, slashed at the target. As the wooden sword arced though the air it began to glow a sky blue, Draklor noticed and pushed more energy to the hilt, making it glow brighter. The sword made contact and ice erupted from the tip to encase the target.
Draklor yelled to the sky, Viairi squealed with delight and Loft looked awed. The third companion, however, was still silent.
�Slade, are you not going to congratulate Draklor on his achievement�?� Viairi asked.
�Good job,� mumbled the cloaked rogue, �but you must remember that it is harder with a steel blade then a hunk of wood.�
�That�s better,� she said, livening up and missing the bitterness behind the words and turning to Draklor, �that was amazing!� Draklor went pink.
After another few demonstrations spurred on by Loft, the small party travelled back to the Inn where they were staying, had dinner, thawed the targets and went to sleep, but before Draklor entered his room, Slade paused and said �Well done.�

.:Ω:.

Loft saw Draklor sitting up in his bed, facing the window watching the sunrise. He called out instinctively and the warrior fell off his bed with a dull �thud!�
Loft winced. �Draklor, are you ok?�
�Why do people always ask that to a person who has just hit there head on something?� came a muffled reply from behind the bed.
�So your�?�
�I�m fine,� said Draklor, as his head emerged from behind the bed �just don�t do that again�. The two then dressed and went down for breakfast where they meet Viairi.
�Hi!� she said excitedly as she looked up from her toast and egg, �You sleep well?�
�Yes�
�So,� said Loft, after he and Draklor had ordered some food, �where�s Slade?�
�He said something about investigating a Orc rumour��
�Awesome!� Draklor said, �I can�t wait for some action!� Loft shook his head vigorously. The barman then came over to place down a meal for both Loft and Draklor and said �Oi�, stop doin� tha� or you�ll reak your brain.� Loft stopped and focused on his meal.
�So when will Slade be getting back?� Draklor asked.
�In an hour or two,� Viairi said rising and taking her dish to the bar, �if you want me I�ll be in the stables,� she called after her. Draklor watched her go.
For a moment there was silence but for the scrape of knife on plate and the sound of running liquid telling that the keg of rum at the bar was being used, when quite suddenly Loft asked, �You really do like her, don�t you?�
Draklor, caught completely unaware, said �yea-what!?� Loft repeated the question. �Wha-no�you talking �bout�I�like�wh-no! No.�
�Yes, you do.�
�No, I don�t.�
�Yes, you do.�
�No, I�(sigh) fine, I do, you happy?�
�You could go talk to her�� Loft said, softly nudging him.
�No.� replied Draklor flatly.
�You should-�
Draklor cut him off, �Fine, I�m going, I�m going�But I don�t see why I let you bully me into this kind of stuff�� he went to get up but just at that second, three cloaked figures barged though the door and one stated �People, this is a raid, do not resist if you don�t want to be hurt.�
The figures moved though the crowd extracting jewellery, coins and such when Loft whispered to Draklor, �You got your sword?�
�Always.�
�Good, get ready.� Loft then stood and said with an air of great dignity about him, �Excuse me my fine sirs, but would you be so kind as to return all those belongings to there rightful owners?�
Draklor heard one of the thief�s exclaimed �a Narada!� but the other two seemed unfazed. �Well,� said the one that seemed to be the leader of the group �a Narada, you think that one of your filthy breed can stop us?!� he laughed, �I would love to see you try��
�Now!� Loft roared, up ending the table they had been sitting at and drawing his bow. Draklor ducked out of the way of the tumbling table and sped across the room to one of the shocked thieves and unsheathed his sword with a menacing metallic ring.
�Remember to injure only!� shouted Loft over the pandemonium that had now spread over the crowd as they all pushed for the door. The thieves, coming to their senses, quickly pulled out short swords; one was thrust it forwarded at Draklor, whom parried it easily.
�Duck!� Loft yelled as he released a gray-shafted arrow that went spinning in to Draklor�s combatant. He cried in pain and crumpled to the floor to land in a pool of beer, clutching his arm and the arrow shaft that had been imbedded in the man�s shoulder.
The second man was the one who had been so shocked at Loft�s appearance. Draklor was making strait for him when he heard a yell from behind him; Loft was under attack from the leader of the group, the one whom had jeered at him for being a Narada. Draklor turned to help but the other man was upon him.
Draklor just managed to deflect the man�s trust and then parried his slash. He then felt his legs being kicked out from under him and he fell to the floor. Draklor�s combatant readied an over-head slash but it was avoided by a quick roll, the man swung again but Draklor diverted the sword from it�s chosen path and it drove strait into the face of an over-turned table by making an ice shield out of a near by plate. As the man attempted to remove the sword, he was kicked in the side of the face by a muddied boot. Slade towered over the man whom now seemed to want nothing more to disappear into the ale-stained floor.
�Go and help Loft.� He said as he calmly slugged the man in the stomach with an iron fist. Draklor nodded and turned to find the leader of the thieves dashing Loft on the head with the hilt of his sword. He fell to the ground and moved no more.
Draklor stood stunned at the sight of his friend, but the sadness and emotion that he felt were soon erased leaving a terrible rage. His sword laying forgotten on the floor, Draklor raced up to the laughing man, wanting nothing short of murdering him. He leaped on to the man�s back, sending him to the floor, grabbed his black hair and began forcing his face to smash into the floor. After three hits Draklor was wrenched off the by an iron grip. Draklor swung to meet his new opponent and was surprised to see it was Slade. Just looking into those dark eyes calmed Draklor and when he had stopped wriggling, Slade pointed. Draklor looked over his shoulder to see Loft getting up with his head in his hands. Draklor bounded over to Loft and hugged him, then quickly leapt back and said, �Sorry� uhhh�your all right then?�
��Why do people always ask that to a person who has just hit there head on something?�� Loft replied with a hint of pain in his voice and a smile. Draklor returned the gesture.
Suddenly there was a groan from behind them. Draklor turned to see the man on the floor was moving. He looked up; saw Draklor and his eyes widened with fear. The man made to get up but Draklor kicked him in-between his ribs. The man rolled over with a moan and Draklor put his heavy leather boot down on the man�s chest. �So�� he said and laughed darkly at the man�s appetence. Red was caked to his face and his nose was bent at an odd angle, blood was still flowing freely from it. �So�� he said again, his voice full of malice, � You seem to have met the floor�� he laughed again. The man reached for his foot but Draklor stood on his hand before it had even gotten half way there. Draklor applied more pressure to the victim�s chest and Slade move to the boot and relinquished the serrated knife hidden there. �Have you got any thing to say for your self�?� Draklor said quietly.
The dried blood on the man�s face cracked as he tried to speak, �No.� he mouthed.
�I can�t hear you�� said Draklor.
�No.� he said at a slightly more audible tone.
�I�m sorry, what was that?�
�NO!� the man yelled.
�THEN GIVE ME ONE REASON,� Draklor roared back, �WHY I SHOULDN�T KILL YOU!� their noses were almost touching now.
Draklor felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Loft�s. �Leave him,� he said.
�But-� Draklor began. Loft just looked at him. It was enough. Draklor stepped off the man�s chest and said. �I�ll give you all ten seconds�one.� The three thieves were out of the Inn by the time Draklor got to four, leaving their swords and spoils were they lay.

.:Ω:.

Draklor walked round to the stables, his leather purse jingling happily with its newly acquired burden; the barman�s thanks and a reward or two from the owners of the stolen goods. As Draklor entered the stable the sheer magnitude of what he was about to do hit him. He paused by the first stall, full of self-doubt. But, after a moment of internal- war, he pressed on.
Draklor found Viairi in the sixth stall on the right, stroking a chestnut mare that she had grown quite attached to during their stay in the Inn. She looked so beautiful to Draklor, sitting there, staring off in to the distance, sunlight filtering though the window on to her dark hair. Again Draklor paused and turned to leave when Viairi noticed him.
�Hi�� she said softly, not without an almost dreamy air about her. Draklor cursed under his breath and he turned to face her. She pat the stool next to her and he sat down.
�What happened in the bar?� Viairi asked, looking back to the horse, �it sounded like there was a riot in there earlier.�
�Nothing we couldn�t handle.� Draklor replied, looking at the horses intelligent face and moving closer to Viairi. She seemed not to notice and turned to face the window again.
�I love this place�� she said. Draklor moved some more. �That mist cloaked mountain would make a perfect place to cast water or ice spells.� Draklor mumbled his consent. She stopped stroking the horse and turned to face him, �Maybe we could come back here, just the two of us, when this is all over�?�
�I would like that�� Draklor said softly.
They both lent forward. But that was the moment that the horse chose to force its head between the two. Viairi giggled. That was like the call of a Siren to Draklor. She began to stroke the horse again and said �Slade should be back by now, come on, we�ll go and meet him.� She got up and left. Draklor followed but stopped and lent against the doorway. Again he cursed. �So close�� he thought, �So close��

.:Ω:.

Draklor and Viairi entered Slade�s room to find him and Loft standing on either side of a small wooden table that had a map spread out on it. The map was held down by what appeared to by elemental stones and Loft and Slade were arguing.
�But that�s crazy,� yelled Loft, �you would be putting Viairi into battle three to one! She�d be killed quickly by the Ork �Frowa�!�
�You should not underestimate that girl,� Slade roared back � you saw just as I did what she did to that Hob-troll! She can easily make a ranged ward, just like she�s been practising!�
�What about Draklor then!? Can he fight off the two �Strong Daws�!?�
�Easily!�
�BULL-!�
Draklor cleared his throat. Slade and Loft whirled to face him. �Do you mind,� he asked calmly �telling us what has made you two go at each others throats?� Slade said nothing and Loft just looked at his shoes.
�So what�s the wrong then?� asked Viairi.
�Well,� said Slade, � the rumour was correct, but for one detail, the Orcs are in fact Orks.�
�Right�What�s the difference?�
�An Ork is far more cunning, ruthless and pig headed then their �runtier� cousins, they have better weapons and armour then Orcs, and can take more hits. Their still stupid though��
�But,� Loft interrupted �Slade plans to tackle then by putting me in a tree to make cover fire, that�s ok, but he plans to get Draklor to take out two of the �Strong Daws�. Draklor may mange that but the troop have a �Waghh! Strong Boy�, who is decked out with a �Kustom Forca� so he�ll ambush Draklor using the �Kloaking thin� so Draklor and Slade will be toast.
�But Viairi will use her �All Seeing� spell to ambush the �Waghh!� with a thunder spell.� Slade said.
�Leaving her completely open to the �Frowa�� Loft shot back.
�But you kill him first, that is the signal to attack.� Slade said with a dark smile, he knew the Loft had forgotten that.
Loft stuttered, �bu-you-gauh� you didn�t say that last time!�
�I did so, you where just too busy raging, throwing things at me and saying things like �fool, you�ll kill us all!�� and �do you care nothing for them!?�
Loft looked his shoes again, �I guess I lost my head.�
�A little!� said Slade with a distinct sarcastic tone.
�So it�s settled then,� said Draklor, silencing Loft�s comeback �we go with Slade�s plan.�

.:Ω:.

The companions where walking though a dense pine forest, following Slade to the Ork camp while running over the plan in their heads and walking in a path blanketed in pine needles. Draklor was worried, but he was doing the best not to show it. As they passed a particularly foreboding tree, Loft tapped him on the shoulder. Draklor jumped with fright.
�How�d it go? He asked.
�Nothing happened.� Draklor replied and added off-handedly, �A horse got in the way.�
�What?�
�Never mind.�
Thankfully, Slade whom had dropped back to tell them they were approaching their destination silenced a confused Loft. �You can tell were close� he said � by the symbols on the trees.� he pointed to the nearest one.

�But shouldn�t we be able to smell smoke?� asked Viairi
�No, why?�
�Because, unless I am mistaken, those signs by the �Red Skulz� and they delight in burning things,� replied Viairi.
�Oh, very good.� said Slade, much like the way a teacher would to student, �If these were Orcs that would be the case, but as these are Orks, they only light fires for cooking in the late evening.� It sounded as though it had come straight from a textbook.
�Slade, there is no need to insult her like that by treating here like a child.� Draklor said, quickly coming to Viairi�s defence. Loft Nodded and Viairi gave half a �yeah!�
�Suit your self,� said Slade shrugging �I was just trying to teach her something.� and with that he strode off to the Ork camp and Draklor wondered if he had come to Viairi�s defence a little too quickly�

.:Ω:.

A gray-shafted arrow raked thought the air and narrowly missed the near-by Ork �Frowa�
�Look out ladz, wev� gotta� fight comin�.� He said in his gutted version of English, looking in the direction that the arrow had come from. But he had barely finished his sentence when a second arrow was let loose from a near-by pine and it was imbedded in his skull till just the flights of the arrow remained outside the puny brain of the Ork. He was dead before he had hit the ground.
The other Orks stood looking at their fallen brother, there little brains struggling to understand what had just transpired. Finally they jumped to weapons as another of there breed was struck down by a shuriken tossed with an expert hand�
Draklor ran at the nearest Ork and swung wildly, to his surprise, the Ork parried 6 of the strikes before it finally succumbed to the flurry of blows that had been launched against it. �That was a strong one,� he thought as he turned to face a �Strong Daw�, he could tell it was one by the rusty, blood-stained iron jaw it had attached to its real one. The first thing it did was lunge at Draklor and it just managed to nip him on the arm with its bite. Draklor felt a searing pain at the point of contact.
�Watch out,� he yelled above the din of swords and axes clashing and shouts of pain and anguish, �the �Daws� have a poison on their jaws.�
Again the Ork lunged at him but this time he was ready. He leaped nimbly out of the way and jabbed the Ork�s hindquarters with his red glowing sword. The Orks pants burst into flame and he ran screaming into his fellow �Strong Daw� whom was trying to bushwhack Viairi from behind. They found a moment to smile at each other before returning to reality.
While the first �Strong Daw� was rolling around, trying to put out its flaming pants, the second one punched him in the face for knocking him over. A brawl then ensued, both the �Daws� catching fire.
Draklor raced over to Slade whom was being overpowered by two �boyz� and cut one down from behind. Slade stabbed the other with his reinforced dagger and black blood was spilt on to the ground. Slade muttered his thanks just as the �Waghh!� appeared in front of on him. With a mean bark of laughter, Slade was slashed by the Ork�s axe but only the cloak of the rogue fell to the pine needled ground, Slade had materialised just behind the Ork and slashed at its stubby leg. It cried in pain and toppled to the ground.
�Viairi,� Slade called to the Humein, �thunder, NOW!�
The mage span and shouted an incarnation. A wicked bolt of lightening fell from the sky and stuck the �Waghh!� with a grim accuracy. The Ork screamed in pain and shock as thousands of volts of electricity flooded its tiny brain. The �Waggh!� collapsed as a smoking wreck, but it still moved. Slade and Draklor were stunned. But Loft saved them a lot of trouble as arrow after arrow slammed into the Ork�s back. After five the terrible thing was dead.

.:Ω:.

�Well, now we can go back to the Inn,� said Loft, sounding very tried.
�Yeah, that bed is pretty inviting now,� agreed Draklor, in the same tone. Viairi yawned and nodded sleepily.
�This reward better be worth it,� said Slade as he burned the bodies, as was the custom.
�I used so many arrows,� said Loft �I hope that my share covers it.�
�I�m going back to the Inn,� said Draklor, jumping from his perch up in a tree.
�I�ll race you,� Viairi said and she took off at a run.
Draklor shook his head and followed, smiling.

I've got an other shorter one that a my or my not post...

[WRITING] Wake Up Call

Stagetail — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 02:59:48 GMT

A Story I wrote right after my ban.
Tawl inspired me.
I was so upset I used some of Oscars characters, don't judge me.

Chapter
1

''Roger Baker 6, this is Roger Baker 0, we need backup, pronto!''
The plea came through the radio, and was heard by no one. Private Jensen Roberts, tried to get someones reply.
BAM!
A gunshot hit right above Jensen's head. Ducking, Jensen picked up his Plasma SC-57 and unloaded a wave of shells on the enemy.
''Roger Baker 6, this is Roger Baker 0, I repeat, this is Roger Baker 0. We need backup right now!''Jensen's frantic cries were drowned out by several nukes in a nearby area.
Snarling in frustration, Jensen sat down and started to reach for a cigarette.
He was in a dark, metal making warehouse, several of his squad mates lay around him, panting and sweating.
They had been stuck here for nearly two days now and their CO, Major Gridlock , had went off by himself to seek out some help.
They hadn't heard word from him since.
''No luck, eh?''
Jensen turned his head to Corporal Ray Williams.
''Those damn pigs aren't replying!''Jensen spat as he took another whiff of his cigarette.
Williams shook his head. Slowly he patted the bloodstained bandage on his chest.
''We just gotta stick it out 'till Gridlock comes back.''
A tall young man in his early twenties walked up to the two men.
''Where is Gridlock anyway?''Asked Lieutenant Lloyd Fisher.
No one spoke. At least one of the 5 men started to cough. It was the medic.
''Uh no, the doc can't be sick!''Shouted Sergeant John Mullins. He walked up to the medic, he then started to give the ill man some cough syrup.
''Your drugging Frank?''Came a voice outside of the warehouse.
''Major!''
Major Gridlock walked in, 4 men following him.
''That's all the backup we got?''Asked Medical Soldier, Frank Muller, sniffing pitifully he drank the syrup that Mullins gave to him.
''That's all the backup left.''Replied Major Gridlock, ''We have to move, damn Plowers are coming in soon.''
''To hell with them,''Spat Jensen, burning out his cigarette.
Mullins helped Major Gridlock support Williams, whose gunshot wound was bleeding more.
Fisher picked up his gun and started too walk towards the entrance of the warehouse.
Major Gridlock pulled him back just as a bullet landed in the door, where the Lieutenant's head used to be.
''Snipes.''Hissed Major Gridlock, pointing at windows in nearby sandy buildings.
Fisher took out a frag grenade and threw it into the window of the closest house that was near the squads location.
A scream was quickly cut off by a gigantic explosion.
''Lets go.''
All 10 men, cautiously and one by one, walked out of the warehouse, raising their guns at any sound.
They were in the European village of Bruckensburgh. The remote area was covered with sand.
The village had been abandoned four years ago, rebellion forces had taken it for a Coolant System Station.
Several ships had passed over the days and only two were still at the station.
''This is Europe, you'd think it would be cool over here...''Frank Muller snarled furiously, he then covered his mouth as he started to cough. The Medical Soldier was getting sicker by the minute.
''SOG!''Shouted Major Gridlock, ''Get your ass to that tray cart by the Lumber Mill!''
The SOG(Soldier of Germany)sighed and moved over too the Lumber Mill.
The Mill was the only thing from the village, besides the Coolant System Station, that actually worked.
Every week, the Mill exported lumber to four men from Europe's FFD.
SOG, slowly put on an explosive charge on the door of the Mill. It was the squads only way out of the village. The Mill was a long tube, filled to the brim with saws. The exit of the Mill led into a dark forest, leading to the Coolant System Station. Making hand signals, SOG made sure that the other men knew to stay down.
Crouching he went back to the men that were in prone. Each had their selves flat onto the ground.
''Three...two...one...''
BAM!
The entrance of the Mill exploded into several pieces.
The Mills entrance door was still partly in tact, with a glass window still sealing the men from escaping the deserted village.
Major Gridlock quickly broke the glass, breaking away the few pieces of shards still in the frame of the now broken window.
''Ow!''He hissed, sucking a finger.
''Everything alright Major?''Asked Muller, walking forward.
''Yeah,''Replied the Major,''Shard of glass cut me, let's move!''
The men, one by one walked into the Mills chute.
And that's when the mine exploded.

Could you believe it?

BanHammor — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 18:46:51 GMT

IT IS ABOUT TO GET FINISHED, YEAH BOI!
http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2010/...y-be-released/
It has only been what, 14 years since?

Cat Videos!

Netro — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 10:46:43 GMT

The only thing more awesome than lolcat pictures is videos of cats doing funny things!
Yaaaaaay!

SURVEY about the Share It section!

Netro — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 09:24:13 GMT

Alright, simple survey.
Are you happy with the Share It section? Should we call it something else?
Perhaps the good old Media Zone.

Should it keep separate sub-sections for Videos, Music and Images? Or should we combine them all into 1 section.

Or do you think we should go back to having threads for everything in the general zone?

Please let us know what you think!

[MUSIC] I finally did this?

Silence — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 03:58:09 GMT

Well, this is a thread to display my current and future works of complete and utter musical GENIUS. I think I'll be remixing some stuff with this guy I know in the future.

Yeah, prepare to be dissapointed.

Airplanes Remix:

http://soundcloud.com/dj_silence/airplanes

NEW, UPDATED REMIX:

http://soundcloud.com/dj_silence/airplanes-v2-0