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On August 01 2008 05:28 Boblion wrote: Omg i still dont know how to make a proper wall ... can we ally end ? -André Maginot
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL this one is fucking GOLD
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Hey look, it's a firebat.
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This thread is going into featured, GOGO
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Kwark is a hairy, tailed quadruped, probably arboreal in its habits.
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+ Show Spoiler +Man is descended from a hairy, tailed quadruped, probably arboreal in its habits.
Wuthering Heights, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow push, immensely gay Range that cleanses you of your life Forced in To chokepoints You run Stripped of Your lifes worth (which isn't much, because you play protoss) Protoss mice, for the angel of death Four hundred thousand more supply
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On August 01 2008 06:33 HamerD wrote:Wuthering Heights, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow push, immensely gay Range that cleanses you of your life Forced in To chokepoints You run Stripped of Your lifes worth (which isn't much, because you play protoss) Protoss mice, for the angel of death Four hundred thousand more supply
That was beautiful
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You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Browder, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely changed obsolete gameplay. That is not the case! WC3 players have taken billions of dollars out of this industry, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of easier UI and hard counters. There are no UI difficulties. There are no hard counters. There are no FPS communities. There are no MMO slaves. There are no third-generation console players. There is no non-RTS player base. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of SC players. Macro players, micro players, melee players, Reavers, Medics, Vessels, Vultures, and Savior. It is the international system of e-Sports which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU...WILL...ATONE!
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Browder? You get up on your little flash-based website and howl about balance and innovation. There is no balance. There is no innovation. There is only M&M drops, and DT sneaks, and Vessel clouds, and Vulture raids, Stop-Lurkers, Stacked Mutalisks, and Storm. Those *are* the rules of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their BWChart, statistical decision theorycraft, mass-game solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their cheeses and allins, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of heroes and autominers, Mr. Browder. The world is a college of leagues, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of Pro-gaming. The world is a competition, Mr. Browder. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Browder, to see that . . . perfect world . . . in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical ladder, for whom all men will work to serve a common timing window, in which all men will hold a keyboard and mouse. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Browder, to preach this evangel.
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Midnightgladiator, that was fucking genius
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Hey Billy. Billy! The other day, I went up to my girlfriend, I said, "Y'know I'd like a little pussy". She said, "Me too, mine's as big an ultralisk!"
[Billy stares blankly]
See, she, she wanted a little one 'cause hers was... [Hawkins pauses, then trails off] ... big as an ultralisk.
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"What is that?"
"That's the liquid remains of a dragoon I killed with my bare hands"
"What does it do?"
"It turns blue"
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Imagine theres no reavers Its easy if you try No probes massacred No drones died Imagine all the minerals Being used today...
Imagine theres no 4 pools It isint hard to do Never getting rushed And no proxies too Imagine all the D players Living Life in Peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one Kang Ming is my hero May he again run
Imagine no terrans I wonder if you can No Sea to amuse us The demise of man Imagine all the tosses Taking all the world...
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And we'll have some fun + Show Spoiler +i know crappy final line right?
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Not perfect, but an ode to JF:
+ Show Spoiler +End of turtle play, crumbling away Reavers my source for your destruction Workers that mine with fear, sudden death is near Leading on your losss construction Attack me you will see gg is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Go leaving faster obey your Master your cc burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Reavers I'm shooting your guys raping your base and smashing your supply Outmicroed by me, you can't leave your base Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master
Load unload the way, never you betray game decision becoming clearer Kill monopoly, ritual misery chop your workers on a mirror Attack me you will see gg is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Go leaving faster obey your Master your cc burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Reavers I'm shooting your guys raping your base and smashing your supply Outmicroed by me, you can't leave your base Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master
Master, Master, Where's the shuttle that I've been after? Master, Master, You promised only lies Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries Hell is worth all that, natural habitat just a rhyme without a reason Neverending maze, drift on numbered days now your econ is out of season I will occupy I will help you die I will run over you Now I rule you too
Go leaving faster obey your Master your cc burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Reavers I'm shooting your guys raping your base and smashing your supply Outmicroed by me, you can't leave your base Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master
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On August 01 2008 03:04 B1nary wrote:AHHH!!! PLAGUUUUU!!! PLAAGUUUUUUU!! PLAGUUUUUUUU!!!
HAHAHHA. this thread is great
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"....what are we doing?" "Making an archon."
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lol man , this thread owns :O!
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ROFL. Making an archon. Fuuu... Shion.... HAAAA!!!!
Historical evidence that TvT sucks:
Damn, that turtling noob won't gg... guess I'll have to nuke him... - Harry S. Truman
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"Nony, he refuses to say gg when he loses. I want to cut his nuts off."
"Barack, he's talking down to black people. I want to cut his nuts off." -- Jesse Jackson, US Democrat and civil rights activist, about his party's presidential candidate Barack Obama.
"Is his CC burning?"
Is Paris burning?"
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some good ideas in this thread MidnightGladius, thats good job man and fucking stallone and a goon - hahahah wtf that's surprisingly sick humor
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oh good someone did the hitler, now its not off limits..
power overwhelming
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Come on, Dick Cheney someone!
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