http://www.le-building.com/
http://www.le-building.com/
http://www.le-building.com/
According to BoingBoing: “GamePal.com will rent you a pre-played character for the massively multiplayer game of your choice, already leveled-up to the point where the game starts to get really fun, without having to do all that tedious grinding.”
Couple of things about it:
1. If the game is good, leveling is part of the fun.
2. You have to learn how to play a class/profession to actually do good.
3. If you need to spend real money to play a game properly, you suck.
Don’t grind it, dude. Do RP. It’s a game. It’s fun.
http://gamepal.com/rentals#
http://gamepal.com/rentals#
http://gamepal.com/rentals#
“One thing I’ll miss about dealing with byte-swapping issues are the interesting side-effects. For example, in Jedi Knight and Jedi Academy, if I forgot to swap a certain piece of data, your lightsaber would not attach itself to your hand but would instead be positioned in the center of the model. As it happened, this was on your crotch, facing forward. Mark Krenek had another interesting bug where, while working on Spider-Man, Spidey’s hand protruded from his butt. Glenda had another byte-swapping issue in Madden 2000 where players’ heads would rotate continuously. Good times.”
http://www.brad-oliver.com:8081/~boliver/blog/archives/000695.html
http://www.brad-oliver.com:8081/~boliver/blog/archives/000695.html
http://www.brad-oliver.com:8081/~boliver/blog/archives/000695.html
Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period, but I couldn’t wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride’s cost me a lot of things.
I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore. I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says:
“There’s no one like you, Connie.” I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you. They’re not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. Every man’s dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial.
Continue reading “The letter.”
The millenium series rule book should just have a giant 😉 on the front page. On the last page it should read: ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Know what i mean fella!’
My so called life* 