Salka

Well well well, looky who's Mr Popular with all the guys.

He's good, good. Thank you for asking. How's Kingzjester?

Awesome Psychological Tests have shown Chris is a baby-killer, Moos is a serial-killer, and everybody else is an idiot! I hope that explains everything for you.

What did I do to be labelled as a voyeur?

Of all people, why did it have to be Moosferatu?

Why do you kill babies, Chris?

Something really unnecessarily gross and distasteful that even I wouldn't say.

Oh for... that's horrible, Deadworm. That's disgusting. You need help.

I'm sure you do.

WHAT?!?

Oh so oh, what, now you've segregated the forums into 'the guys' and 'the girls'? Pfft. I drew a really offensive picture of you: . It's your penis. Man, I'm funny! And witty! And OFFENSIVE! EDIT: And Original!

WHAT?!?

Fuck you guys. It's all pretence, an act, for the sake of (a) entertainment and ( publicity. Oh, and © we all got as much free coke as we could drink, and I was horribly hyper during the whole event. I don't remember an awful lot of what happened. Maybe that's why we lost... But whatever. And for YOUR INFORMATION, it was a hot, wet day, and was raining. I'm sorry I can't have THICK, SHINY, FEMININE LOCKS like SOME PEOPLE. Maybe if I didn't WASH MY HAIR it would look like CHRIS', or maybe if I didn't HAVE any hair at ALL it would look like STEVAN'S. Maybe if I was GAY it would look like TREPIDO'S. But I'm not any of those things. Maybe if I knew or cared who MetalMickey is, I could insult him in such a way too. But I don't. I don't know anything about MetalMickey except that he seems to be insecure about the size and/or hardness of his penis. Man, I am really paranoid about being on camera now. It was one thing I was relatively unafraid of, but now you've gone and messed that up on me. Thanks. Thanks a BUNCH. Hey everybody! It's THE STEVAN, CHRIS AND TREPIDO SHOW!! ... Alanis Morrisette says: "Whoops!" I'm just going to leave the picture of the owl as a placeholder until I can find a picture of Chris. Because Owls have no neck either.

Mmm, civilisa--- What the fuck is wrong with my hair, Trepshit?

I meant it as a... but, what the hey, alright. Those Carlsburg beermats piss me off...remind me of my mousemat...

The bomb idea is excellent.

I want to marry Spaff because it seems as though he has unlimited amount of cash, contacts, and Monkey Island Beermats.

Isn't that a much better idea that making poor, honest dial-up users, who've legally purchased their copies, SUFFER? Trick warez-downloaders into downloading a BOMB. Excellent, I say! A BOMB.

Are you being serious? I hate long, drawn-out scenes.

Wow, you guys will never believe this... my calculations say that I have not played Dr Riptide in 13, almost 14 years....!!!... And yet I remembered THREE OF THE PASSWORDS FOR THE LEVELS. From since I was 5 or 6 years old. It's not like I even played it since, because we broke the floppy. I think I also remember some of the level passwords for Flashback. I remember... the one at the end... uh... wasn't one of them something to do with... sugar, I know it reminded me of a bond movie or something... it'll come to me...

YES! RIPTIDE!!! Man, that game was fun in a completely non-innovative way. And it had absolutely nothing to do with Tuna. Man, you must be able to read my mind or something.

http://batesmotel.8m.com/ Take a look out of your window. Look at the Moon. It's an awfully long way away. Did we ever really walk on the Moon? I do love a good Conspiracy Theory.

http://windward.nodalpoint.net/doc/media/liikenne.swf

Jazz was awesome. The music was totally kickass. I used to leave the levels on just to hear that goddamn music. Back to memory lane... I always wanted the full, none shareware version of... what was it called? The game where you were in a little submarine and... something about tuna... ?

I check my email and Idle Thumbs before I go to school. (I get up at 5am anyway). Idle Thumbs main page also tells me whether Double Fine or Grumpy Gamer or Penny Arcade have been updated, so I check them if they have. I have a sort of a ritual. I make coffee, check my email, scratch my left leg with the toes on my right foot as I stare at the screen with half opened eyes. Sometimes I will spontaneously start crying as the monitor burns my raw, tender morning eyeballs. When I have deleted all the spam mail and sent nasty emails to my friends (from school, who usually get them in the evening), I change from my Pyjamas, which are five sizes too large and cosy and warm, into my stiff, prim school uniform. Then I march to school, where I obey all commands until about 4pm, at which time I begin to swear and kick at things. I catch a bus with my little brother across town, miss the transfer bus, take the next bus to the Waterford IT, and sit in the canteen drinking coffee until my Mom finishes her classes. Then we drive home, stopping for milk on the way. This pretty much sums up my day until about 6pm. After that, things get wild and sexy. But in the mornings, I check the forums. Yeah. Don't you?