Omg whos game? - Page 2

Daviddd · 01-14-2010, 22:21

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Originally Posted by meanno

K explaining myself : traded them the gear they took it.

Easy enough said.

who do you mean them? its not like it took 4 people to scam someone.... because that would be pretty epic.

meanno · 01-14-2010, 22:25

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Originally Posted by Daviddd

who do you mean them? its not like it took 4 people to scam someone.... because that would be pretty epic.

AJ and Alum, mainly.

Daviddd · 01-14-2010, 22:45

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Originally Posted by meanno

AJ and Alum, mainly.

i wish i had done cuz this pretty stupid, i would have said i ****ing did it already and got it over with, we all quit there not reason to remember it.

Alum · 01-15-2010, 00:23

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Originally Posted by Sonh

I stole everything, lets cry about it.

You are starting to resemble a ****-rider, please don't. Plus, explaining yourself is for people who need justification.

The #1 representative of teamsandbox's over-confidence is failing at covering up his dagger chin and mat hair.

I don't really have to say much you make fun of yourself by posting.

Your a ****sucker

EX-Ryder · 01-15-2010, 01:55

Quote:

Originally Posted by meanno

K explaining myself : traded them the gear they took it.

Easy enough said.

I dont care how anyone tries to sugar coat or ignore what some shit is. Of all the time you've spent with kimmie and as a friend, I dont care if its the internets, or real life, or a video game. It really doesnt matter. Respect is something thats universal and you have it or you don't. I'm disappointed if you did this with knowledge kimmie would suffer as a consequence.

Does my opinion matter? It never has. But I'm going to state it nonetheless. Because I'll be damned if i was ever considered to be untruthful.

Blackcard&Penny · 01-15-2010, 08:43

WOW it sucks when you decided you know better than the other 25 people aj has already scammed. Guess when someone says hey aj is a ***got and scammed all my gear, maybe you should listen.

meanno · 01-15-2010, 14:18

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Originally Posted by Blackcard&Penny

WOW it sucks when you decided you know better than the other 25 people aj has already scammed. Guess when someone says hey aj is a ***got and scammed all my gear, maybe you should listen.

Aware of that, however Alum has access to all his shit, so I thought hey, if AJ does scam me, Alum will get it back. Nope.

And at Dion, Exactly why I wouldn't do it.

kwimmiej · 01-15-2010, 14:29

Quote:

Originally Posted by meanno

K explaining myself : traded them the gear they took it.

Easy enough said.

It was never yours to trade to begin with.

Quote:

Originally Posted by meanno

Aware of that, however Alum has access to all his shit, so I thought hey, if AJ does scam me, Alum will get it back. Nope.

And at Dion, Exactly why I wouldn't do it.

Lolzz. But you went on and denied knowing about it when I asked you. Both you and Alum did. To be honest, I have the most respect for AJ in this case, he might be a douche but atleast he has the balls to admit so.

Daviddd · 01-15-2010, 19:19

Quote:

Originally Posted by kwimmiej

It was never yours to trade to begin with.

Lolzz. But you went on and denied knowing about it when I asked you. Both you and Alum did. To be honest, I have the most respect for AJ in this case, he might be a douche but atleast he has the balls to admit so.

actually he has not admitted anything and still we don't know who actually did it

Rydawg · 01-16-2010, 03:15

I guess the moral of the story is never lend stuff unless you're capable of going to their place of living and breaking their kneecaps with a bat.

PiratesParrot · 01-16-2010, 07:45

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Originally Posted by Rydawg

I guess the moral of the story is never lend stuff unless you're capable of going to their place of living and breaking their kneecaps with a bat.

or if you just dont give a **** anymore... lol

Gobeeee · 01-16-2010, 07:52

omfg did the lil fa.g.g.ot alum scam kim forealzzzz????? OMG OMG OMG
I knew that lil white worm suckin **** holdin fairy would some shit like this

Sonh · 01-16-2010, 08:15

This thread is now about poetry.

The Chaser
By John Collier

Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dime landing before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.

He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars. An old man sat in the rocking-chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given.

"Sit down, Mr. Austen," said the old man very politely.

"I am glad to make your acquaintance."

"Is it true," asked Alan, "that you have a certain mixture that has-er-quite extraordinary effects?"

"My dear sir," replied the old man, "my stock in trade is not very large-I don't deal in laxatives and teething mixtures-but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary."

"Well, the fact is. . ." began Alan.

"Here, for example," interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. "Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy."

"Do you mean it is a poison?" cried Alan, very much horrified.

"Call it a glove-cleaner if you like," said the old man indifferently. "Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes."

"I want nothing of that sort," said Alan.

"Probably it is just as well," said the old man. "Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less."

"I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive," said Alan apprehensively.

"Oh dear, no," said the old man. "It would be no good charging that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion."

"I am glad to hear that," said Alan.

"I look at it like this," said the old man. "Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary."

"So," said Alan, "you really do sell love potions?"

"If I did not sell love potions," said the old man, reaching for another bottle, "I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so confidential."

"And these potions," said Alan. "They are not just-just-er-"

"Oh, no," said the old man. "Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly."

"Dear me!" said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. "How very interesting!"

"But consider the spiritual side," said the old man.

"I do, indeed," said Alan.

"For indifference," said the old man, they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady-its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or ****tails-and however *** and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothing but solitude and you."

"I can hardly believe it," said Alan. "She is so fond of parties."

"She will not like them any more," said the old man. "She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet."

"She will actually be jealous?" cried Alan in a rapture. "Of me?"

"Yes, she will want to be everything to you."

"She is, already. Only she doesn't care about it."

"She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life."

"Wonderful!" cried Alan.

"She will want to know all you do," said the old man. "All that has happened to you during the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad."

"That is love!" cried Alan.

"Yes," said the old man. "How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you."

"I can hardly imagine Diana like that!" cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy.

"You will not have to use your imagination," said the old man. "And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you-in the end."

"That will not happen," said Alan fervently.

"Of course not," said the old man. "But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for-uneasiness."

"And how much," said Alan, "is this wonderful mixture?"

"It is not as dear," said the old man, "as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it."

"But the love potion?" said Alan.

"Oh, that," said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking out a tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. "That is just a dollar."

"I can't tell you how grateful I am," said Alan, watching him fill it.

"I like to oblige," said the old man. "Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective."

"Thank you again," said Alan. "Good-bye."

"Au revoir," said the man.

Why in your opinion was this poem named "The Chaser"?

tl;dr... Derailed ***gots.

Recost3 · 01-16-2010, 22:04

owned.

SlickChicken · 01-17-2010, 00:09

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Originally Posted by meanno

Aware of that, however Alum has access to all his shit, so I thought hey, if AJ does scam me, Alum will get it back. Nope.

And at Dion, Exactly why I wouldn't do it.

why come back to this sh!t whole server? lol stay in liberty

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Sonh chea Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: The Noke Posts: 1,225	This thread is now about poetry. The Chaser By John Collier Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dime landing before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors. He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars. An old man sat in the rocking-chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given. "Sit down, Mr. Austen," said the old man very politely. "I am glad to make your acquaintance." "Is it true," asked Alan, "that you have a certain mixture that has-er-quite extraordinary effects?" "My dear sir," replied the old man, "my stock in trade is not very large-I don't deal in laxatives and teething mixtures-but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary." "Well, the fact is. . ." began Alan. "Here, for example," interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. "Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy." "Do you mean it is a poison?" cried Alan, very much horrified. "Call it a glove-cleaner if you like," said the old man indifferently. "Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes." "I want nothing of that sort," said Alan. "Probably it is just as well," said the old man. "Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less." "I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive," said Alan apprehensively. "Oh dear, no," said the old man. "It would be no good charging that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion." "I am glad to hear that," said Alan. "I look at it like this," said the old man. "Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary." "So," said Alan, "you really do sell love potions?" "If I did not sell love potions," said the old man, reaching for another bottle, "I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so confidential." "And these potions," said Alan. "They are not just-just-er-" "Oh, no," said the old man. "Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly." "Dear me!" said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. "How very interesting!" "But consider the spiritual side," said the old man. "I do, indeed," said Alan. "For indifference," said the old man, they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady-its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or **tails-and however * and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothing but solitude and you." "I can hardly believe it," said Alan. "She is so fond of parties." "She will not like them any more," said the old man. "She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet." "She will actually be jealous?" cried Alan in a rapture. "Of me?" "Yes, she will want to be everything to you." "She is, already. Only she doesn't care about it." "She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life." "Wonderful!" cried Alan. "She will want to know all you do," said the old man. "All that has happened to you during the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad." "That is love!" cried Alan. "Yes," said the old man. "How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you." "I can hardly imagine Diana like that!" cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy. "You will not have to use your imagination," said the old man. "And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you-in the end." "That will not happen," said Alan fervently. "Of course not," said the old man. "But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for-uneasiness." "And how much," said Alan, "is this wonderful mixture?" "It is not as dear," said the old man, "as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it." "But the love potion?" said Alan. "Oh, that," said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking out a tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. "That is just a dollar." "I can't tell you how grateful I am," said Alan, watching him fill it. "I like to oblige," said the old man. "Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective." "Thank you again," said Alan. "Good-bye." "Au revoir," said the man. Why in your opinion was this poem named "The Chaser"? tl;dr... Derailed ***gots.