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PlanetSide 2 / BETA KEYS. PS2. FREE. PLAY. NOW.
« on: November 12, 2012, 08:35:54 AM »
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post if you use one. get in.

IRC / -06:01:19- * Disconnected
« on: October 15, 2008, 11:02:55 AM »
-01:30:34- (+a0uis) hey-23:13:02- * Disconnected-05:50:19- Closing Link: [] Z:Lined (no reason)-01:30:40- (+a0uis) what are you doin

General Discussion / awd
« on: August 22, 2008, 02:29:24 AM »
Quote from: somethingawful
A little more than a week ago, on March 31st, I took two hits of acid (turtles, for those who know), intending to trip. It was 4:40 in the afternoon, on a gloomy gray day in Green Bay. I had the house to myself all day, until about midnight, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Wasn't really worried going into the trip.

I should have thought more about what I did. I'd only taken acid once before, and a single hit at that, so I wasn't really prepared for it. I also took it alone, which was very very very stupid of myself. I can't really believe, in retrospect, that I did that. I'm usually very strict about having a trip sitter along with psychedelics.

Anyway, at about 4:55 I swallowed the blotter and began to come up pretty quickly. Those turtles had hit me fast the first time too. I was talking and joking with a friend, who is also a goon here, on AIM when I started to see light fractals play over my monitor screen. It was about 5:15 by this time, I think, and I decided "Ok, it's time to take a walk."

Now, I live in a very suburban area, so there isn't really much to see. I threw on a hoodie and some shoes and went out to walk around the block a few times, then back to my house. It was spring, there were birds everywhere, and they seemed like black shadows against the gray sky to me. I swear I've once seen a picture representing a LSD trip; it showed a warped, leafless tree with two birds, blacked out, flying away from it. I saw this exact image quite a few times throughout the trip.

I was walking down the street when I realized that everything was warping, growing, and shrinking before my eyes. The water tower off in the distance looked like it was my exact height and its normally light blue color was flashing between a pale blue and a strong navy blue. There weren't many mental effects yet. I felt exactly like , with the sunglasses and the smirking, and all. The asphalt on the roads began to form themselves into fractals. About halfway through the walk, three quarters of a mile into the one-mile circuit, I started feeling pretty afraid.

I realized that the trees all seemed like they were miles and miles away, even though I knew that they were more like ten or so yards between me and the trees. I hadn't seen any people or (moving) cars at all so far. I began running, to try to get home as quickly as possible. I started to suspect that I was alone, all alone, and that everyone had left to go out and do stuff and forgotten about me.

After some running, I got to my driveway, panting and sweating. I was getting freaked out, it was about 5:45, and I still felt sane. Looking around, nothing seemed to hold their shapes for long. No protean warping or spiking, just a general instability of form and line. The birds were seriously creeping me out now, whenever I'd look up, I'd see a ton of spring birds fluttering around or some hawks swooping through the currents, hunting. They were all blacked out, though, and I couldn't make any details of them out against the gray sky.

I tried to lay down on the grass to regain my composure. That wasn't really a great idea. I felt like I was falling into the earth, and my brain went into overdrive, screaming stuff at me like "You've lost your grip" "You're freaking out" "Look at those trees, they're reaching towards you" so I didn't stay there very long. I got up and went inside, which made me feel better for a bit. I went back downstairs to talk to my friend again. The computer felt alien and unwelcoming to me, so I just typed out "I'm having a bad trip, man, I gotta go." and ran upstairs to my room. Hid under the covers, but my brain was still churning out crazy sentences and being generally incoherent.

I threw off the covers, stumbled downstairs to grab my stash of the rest of the acid, and crushed it and went upstairs to the garage to throw it into the trashbin. I didn't want anything to do with it ever again. I went back into the kitchen to grab my cell phone, then got back outside again. Texted my best friend, pleading with him to come over because I was feeling very freaked out. I didn't mention that I was on acid, he wasn't too approving of my psychedelic use. He replied, no, he couldn't come over, he was at a girl's house. I asked again, begging, but he said no. I somehow found myself sitting against a tree digging my hands into the grass and weeping a bit.

Looking back, I'm not really sure why I got so freaked out. I was continually telling myself "You're on acid, you're on acid" so it's not like I lost perspective.

I texted my mother (which she never received) telling her that I had taken some acid and to please come home and not be angry with me. No reply. I was becoming very upset. I threw my cell phone against the wall and smashed it into three pieces. I sat against my car wheels, trying to breath deeply and think calmly about this.

It was at this point that I really lost control.

I started thinking... thought that I was the only person in the world. There was nobody else, just me and my perception of the world, and I had been living in a dream of my own making for the last eighteen and a half years of my life.

I've came up with this before, on a mushrooms trip, so it really hit me hard. I'm aware that it's a very childish and self-centered view of the world, though.

There was only me. If I died, there would be nothing. I was like a god. But I also knew that there was no god, so I became very conflicted. I was looking around frantically, going from the empty maw of the garage to the bending and wavering trees to the black flying birds to the streets that looked like rivers of gray back to the garge. The world seemed like it had lost all color.

Suddenly I saw that my life was like a cycle. It was cyclical, of course, how obvious! I was born, lived, until I discovered Drugs, then took them, then I would explore the "Edge of Consciousness" and realize that there was nothing there, then I would become depressed and kill myself because I couldn't deal with that realization, then I would be born again and recreate the world again. And so it would continue.

Well, fuck. What am I going to do now? Garage, trees, birds, river-street, garage... Garage, garage, house, house, kitchen, kitchen, knife... I had to kill myself. I saw the cycle, and I had no choice but to continue it. I got up, feeling like a zombie. My memories of the next few minutes are almost like a slideshow. I went into the kitchen, to the knife rack, pulled out a silvery stainless-steel knife, put it to my throat... and cut. Then I cut again, to make a complete line across my neck from left to right.

I found myself on my back on the kitchen tile floor. I was bleeding. It didn't hurt. I lay there for a while, bleeding, thinking "Now I die."

But... I didn't die. Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK. I got to my feet, leaving the blood pool and the knife there, and started freaking out. I'm not dead yet! I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead. If I'm not dead, it has to be a dream. I don't die in dreams. I passed out after taking the acid and I'm dreaming all of this!

I ran out into the street, looking around me. It was a dream, it was all a dream. I felt the blood running down my chest, soaking my white shirt with red. I remembered another thing... in my dreams the windows are never real. The glass is always gone. I ran to the house across the street and jumped at the window.


I was on my ass, staring at a huge blood splotch on the glass. It wasn't a dream... Oh shit, I cut my throat, I was going to die. I ripped up some grass, tears running down my face. Wait, no, I intended to die. I'll just die, and I'll move on to the next cycle of my life. I got up and ran down the street. I was dying too slow! My shirt was sticking to me, soaked in blood. I ripped it into half and left it on the street.

"This is like a nightmare. This is like a horror film. What have you done?"

I stopped at another house, blood all down my front. I saw someone inside. I was going to get help! I pounded on the door. Blood spattered all over. A thought popped into my head, I should be naked, why shouldn't you be naked? You're dying. You should be naked. I took off my pants and my underwear.

"This is like a horror film," my thoughts said again.

An old lady opened the door, saw me, covered in blood, and screamed. SLAM! I was locked out. I wasn't alone, but I wasn't wanted.

I had no idea what to do next. My instincts, reflexes took over. The blood was clotting, clumping, falling off me. I ran through some yards, jumped two fences, and ran out in the main street near my neighborhood, University Avenue.

"What are you doing? You've finally gone crazy."

I saw a minivan coming. About 35 miles per hours. It swerved. I was too fast. I jumped in front of it.

I remember myself in the air, looking up at the gray sky.

I was on the street, looking up at the sky.

There was a mustachioed man, screaming at me. I couldn't hear him, I'm deaf. I could just lipread what he was saying. It was something like... "Calm down! Calm down! Don't move!" I don't really remember this part very well.

He grabbed my throat. I saw people all around me, standing, some of them on cell phones. I reached out my arms, I think I croaked out "Help," once again my memories are hazy. They avoided my arms. More people came to hold me down. I felt more hands on my throat, then everything was black.


I woke up at 9:40 AM, Sunday, April 1st. Right when I woke up, I couldn't open my eyes. I thought, "Am I dead?" No, I could feel other people in the room, if I was in a room. I decided "I'm done, you're done, done, done. Never again."

I eventually managed to open my eyes, and I was in the hospital, the ICU, with my family around me and two nurses looking at me.

I spent the next three days in the ICU. I had missed my jugular, missed my trachea, by a single centimeter. If I had cut any deeper, I would be dead right now. I broke my right big toe, still limping around on it. Lots of road rash, two major impact cuts on my left arm that will leave scars. My neck is healing up, but the scar will be there for the rest of my life. That, and the memories.

I've given up all drugs, except marijuana and alcohol, and even those I'll probably only ever use in small or moderate doses. I've satisfied my curiosity, and learned quite enough from the psychedelics. I just knew that I was done. I have a complete lack of desire to ever take another trip.

My reaction to the whole thing? I feel normal. I don't feel depressed or happy or anything. I think about it every now and then, especially when I handle knives, but it doesn't dominate my thinking. I sleep about the same as I did before. Actually, even better - I've been waking up at 7:45 sharp for the last week, 15 minutes before my alarm goes off. I've never been able to do that.

I still hold the same opinions regarding drugs - they should be legal, bla bla bla, etc. My family has come over to my side, seeing how I still defend them even after nearly killing myself and even after swearing off them for life. "All that and he's still like this? Maybe he's right."

I can't believe how badly I fucked up, though. Impulsive dosing of acid? Taking it alone? Taking it in a shitty setting? A little bit of forethought would have prevented all of this. I'm more upset with myself for breaking so many personal responsibility rules (and right after I explained to my best friend, the night before, how safe and responsible I always was and always would be) than I am for trying to kill myself twice.

I've lost all fear. Deep ocean? Vast space? Women? Driving? Nothing fazes me anymore. I almost died - twice - and I guess that had some effect on me.

But, holy fuck, how did I survive? My mom claims it was a divine being watching over me. I scoffed at that, but sometimes I wonder. A single centimeter away from the jugular? Only a single broken bone from getting hit by a 35 MPH minivan?

I guess I only have seven lives left.

If there are any questions, I'd be happy to answer them.[/quote

General Discussion / forum thread
« on: June 14, 2008, 11:11:04 PM »

fuck yeah tourniquete

a balcony/creepy tanned lesbian

a bed


a sidewalk and the things that are around the sidewalk

power stuff

more of me

look out its cloverfield

General Discussion / bye
« on: June 25, 2007, 09:34:08 AM »
sort of



I don't have the password for my dad's administrator account and he doesn't have java so I'm not going to be on irc for awhile. He also has dialup so it's exceedingly difficult to gather resources that would otherwise allow me to.... communicate with you fine individuals.  there's also the problem of me not having a modem in my own computer, so yeah. sup. this will be my new irc[sic] domain. just leave whatever bullshit messages here and I'll reply as smartly as I can approximately once every 24 hours.

General Discussion / "Virginity" quiz
« on: April 12, 2007, 04:59:13 AM »
You start with 100% virginity, read through, and take off one percent for each of these that apply to you.  I got 69%

2.Drank alcohol.
3.Cried when someone died.
4.Been drunk.
5.Had sex.
6.Been to a concert.
7.Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.
8.Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.
9.Been verbally or sexually harassed.
10.Verbally or sexually harassed somebody.

11.Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
12.Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.
13.Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
14.Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
15.Been to prom.
16.Cried at school.
17.Gotten lost in a MYER or a department store.
18.Went streaking.
19.Given or receieved a lap dance.
20.Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.

21.Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
22.Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
23.Kissed a stranger.
24.Hugged a stranger.
25.Went scuba diving.
26.Driven a car.
27.Gotten an x-ray.
28.Hit by a car.
29.Had a party.
30.Done drugs.

31.Played strip poker.
32.Got paid to strip for someone.
33.Ran away from home.
34.Broken a bone.
35.Eaten sushi.
36.Bought porn.
37.Watched porn.
38.Made porn.
39.Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
40.Been in love.

41.French kissed.
42.Laughed so hard you cried.
43.Cried yourself to sleep.
44.Laughed yourself to sleep.
45.Stabbed yourself.
46.Shot a gun.
47.Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
48.Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
49.Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
50.Watched an animal die.

51.Watched a person die.
52.Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.
53.Pranked somebody.
54.Put somebody in the hospital.
55.Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.
56.Kissed somebody of the same sex.
57.Dressed punk.
58.Dressed goth.
59.Dressed preppy.
60.Been to a motocross race.

61.Avoided somebody.
62.Been stalked.
63.Stalked someone.
64.Met a celebrity.
65.Played an instrument.
66.Ridden a horse.
67.Cut yourself.
68.Bungee jumped.
69.Ding dong ditched somebody.
70.Been to a wild party.

71.Got caught stealing something.
72.Kicked a guy in the balls.
73.Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
74.Went out with your friend's crush
75.Got arrested.
76.Been pregnant.
78.Been to another country.
79.Started your house on fire.
80.Had an encounter with a ghost.

81.Donated your hair to cancer patients.
82.Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.
83.Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
84.Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.
85.Sat on your ass all day.
86.Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
87.Had a job.
88.Gotten cut from a sports team.
89.Been called a whore.
90.Danced like a whore.

91.Been mistaken for a celebrity.
92.Been in a car accident.
93.Been told you have beautiful eyes.
94.Been told you have beautiful hair.
95.Raped somebody.
96.Danced in the rain.
97.Been rejected.
98.Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
99.Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.
100.Been raped

General Discussion / Your weight and height
« on: April 12, 2007, 04:16:49 AM »
6'0" 185lbs

General Discussion / Celebrity Lookalikes
« on: March 31, 2007, 06:27:59 AM »

My top 3 lookalikes were all females.. then I got Hayden Christensen (66%)
And the stupid site is loading slow for me, so no picture.

Cheating Accusations / Screenshot for JUGGS0
« on: March 26, 2007, 09:08:59 AM »

General Discussion / hug? :(
« on: March 06, 2007, 01:37:05 AM »

General Discussion / So we got mugged
« on: March 03, 2007, 02:51:04 AM »
Right, so it's Thursday night and we don't have any classes the next day.  I go over to Stacy's house for scheduled band practice, but our vocalist/guitarist failed to show up.  Around 9:00PM Cody and Holly show up, and we just hang around Stacy's place and dick around.  We had a relatively thorough exploration of (nws) and we were basically asked by Stacy's mom to leave, because we were making too much noise.  We then went to 7-11, where Stacy purchased some cigarettes and we proceeded to loiter around wondering what we can do.  After much debate, we come up with a plan involving meeting up with Kyle, and going to his place to hang out. 

We return to Stacy's house to call our parents and make sure they're cool with it.  My mom is fine with the idea, while Cody's mom is against it.  Holly manages to persuade her parents into letting her stay out (it was like a 15 minute call) on the condition that if anything should happen to her, we (Stacy and I) would probably fall to the wrath of her father.  So Cody takes off, and we go down the street to wait for the bus.  We waited around for nearly 20 minutes before the 66 arrived.  We rode it down to Portage and got off about three blocks away from where we would meet up with Kyle and Justin.  The place designated was the bus shack in front of portage place, which seemed like a swell idea at the time.  We advance down the street, taking notice of the aboriginal peoples out at 12:30AM.  I noticed a few groups of "thugz" and a man picking up a hooker, as well as a good handful of bums. 

As we approach the bus shack, however, we see a fairly large group of natives dicking around and we had a feeling we should avoid them.  I believe there were four males and two females, and they were playing around on a bike.  One of the girls takes the bike on a joy ride and returns shortly after.  It was about this time that we realized that the bus shack door was locked and we figured it would be a good idea to move away from the group of natives down by the shack.  We're about halfway down the block when Stacy calls Kyle on his cellphone to see what's up and everything.  Apparently they were about ten minutes away so we just thought we should wait around for them.  There was now a problem, though, as the group of natives were approaching us.  They catch up and see Stacy smoking a cigarette, so the instigator (a bald meth-head) asks Stacy "Hey man, can I bum a smoke off ya?" and Stacy, obviously not wanting any trouble, takes out his pack and gives him one.  The guy caught a glimpse of Stacy's cigs and noticed he had a nearly full pack, and told him like "You'd better give that to me man" and a sober man above 6 feet tall pulls out a fucking 10 inch steak knife.  At this point Holly is freaking the fuck out so I move in closer to her and try to reassure her.  My main intent is to block their view of her, because she is an attractive woman and I was worried they were going to try to advance on her. 

At this point, we have the stoned meth-head instigator, the knife wielding tool, another older guy, a 15 year old boy, and two girls standing around us.  The knife is against Stacy's sternum, and the natives start demanding that he gives them his posessions.  They comment on his Neo Replica trench coat, and take his hundred dollar headphones and three-hundred dollar external harddrive/mp3 player.  Now the instigator asks me if I have anything on me.  I said I don't have anything, and extend my arms to allow him to check me.  He seemed quite satisfied and thankfully didn't even seem to notice Holly.  After he searched me, the instigator tells me I'd better take off, and I start to leave with Holly in tow.  Immediately I see she's scared shitless and I do my best to calm her down.  Around this time, two of the dirtbags run off to rob another couple, but the couple fights back, drawing the attention of the others.  Stacy runs off and joins us, and he takes Holly's cell and calls 911.  She's still mortified and so I'm like "Hug?" and she's all like "Yes, yes, hug."  A couple minutes later, we get onto a bus that seems to be stopped a little ways away from where we called from, and get on.  We explain to the driver that we were just mugged and shit, and he agrees to wait around and calls for backup.  We ended up taking the bus back toward my place and get off to change buses.  The driver offers us three transfers.  How fucking awesome is that?

Stacy calls Kyle again to see what's up, and we learn that him and Justin both got mugged by the same guys.  They mentioned that there were cops all over and Stacy decided that instead of going back to my place we should just go back down to fucking Portage.  Anyway, it all turned out alright and we meet Justin and Kyle a few blocks off from where we were assaulted, and we head toward the next bus stop.  I remained close to her the entire time because I'm an awesome friend like that. 

So yeah, the bus finally arrives and we make our way over to Kyle's place and chill the fuck out.  Cops are on their way to take our statements, and we just chill around waiting for them to arrive.  These cops were the coolest motherfuckers ever.  We asked them if they had caught any of the douchebags and they say they've caught four of them.  We also asked if they got some good hits on them, and they said "Off the record, we inflicted as much justice as we could upon these 50 Cent wannabe motherfuckers."  They send us all upstairs and interview us seperately, taking Kyle and Stacy first as they were the main target in these assaults.  During this time I'm pretty much alone with Holly and we bullshit about whatever and yeah, it was pretty awesome.  After about an hour and a half, Stacy comes upstairs and Holly asks if she can go next so she can get it all over with.  I let her go ahead and do it and I wait around.  About another hour passed before Holly and Kyle finally came back upstairs, so then me and Justin go down and do our statements.

I just told the guy everything that I could remember, and then again as he jotted it down.  Then he had me read it over, and sign it.  The other cop comes in, and starts talking about how he wants to play our XBox or the computer game we had running.. seriously, these guys rock.  Anyways, I run upstairs and tell everyone to come down and we just talk to the guys about these mugger dicks.  Stacy inquired about Bear Spray, and if he could carry it to use in these kinds of situations.  The officer was like "Yeah, and even if you get in trouble for holding it, the officer or whatever that stops you would see that you've been previously assaulted, and wouldn't get in any trouble."  Then I ask if I could, hypothetically, take the guy's knife and slit his throat in our situation.  The cop was like "Yeah, that would be self defense.  If you feel that your life or another's is in danger, you can do pretty much whatever you think is necessary to ensure your safety."  Pretty cool, I'd think.

Oh, and one of the cops forgot their radio, so Kyle picks it up and says into it "Hey man, you forgot your phone.. over.." and the cops that took our statement show up a few minutes later saying that every officer in Winnipeg heard his little broadcast. 

Thankfully, the only injury that was sustained during this ordeal was when Kyle fell down the stairs and messed up his elbow. 

Seriously though, that rush you get when a guy pulls a fucking knife on you is unlike anything else.  It's at that point you realize just how fucked you are, and it's just so intense.

Blizzard Games / HEY
« on: January 02, 2007, 03:32:51 AM »
post your class, alts, and if you would like to try a different class in TBC in the Black Cell guild.


General Discussion / Draw bananas wielding onion shields
« on: December 31, 2006, 11:00:30 AM »

General Discussion / The offtopic rvm thread
« on: November 28, 2006, 01:40:15 PM »
Read more here, and sign up.

Also, go ahead and discuss the aspects of RvM games, and put forth any questions you may have in this thread.

C&C: Renegade Servers / Express your interest in an RvM
« on: November 25, 2006, 12:25:48 PM »
RvM - Regulars vs Mods, they're super awesome 12v12 games involving two pre determined teams where interesting things occur.  An example of awesome, hmm:
I propose the first weekend of december (1-3) at 11pm GMT.  If you can make it on any of these days, please sign up.  If you can't, don't post.  Anyway, yeah, sign up.  Include your nick, status (regular, vip, half mod, admin, etc) and the dates you can play.

nick: a0chicken
status: VIP
availability: Dec 1, 2, 3.

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