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Ike
Aug 20, 2007 17:30:26 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 20, 2007 17:30:26 GMT -5
I know, that's why I said TOO BAD
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Ike
Aug 20, 2007 17:33:38 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 20, 2007 17:33:38 GMT -5
Do you know where I can find a good scanner, cheap?
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Ike
Aug 20, 2007 19:56:28 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 20, 2007 19:56:28 GMT -5
This kind of question should be in the general area
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Ike
Aug 20, 2007 19:58:40 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 20, 2007 19:58:40 GMT -5
LoL. Sorry. Anyway! About the topic at hand, Ike needs to chill out and get allies the old fashioned way.
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Ike
Aug 21, 2007 12:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 21, 2007 12:37:49 GMT -5
Seriously, it's called 'making friends.'
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Ike
Aug 21, 2007 14:37:34 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 21, 2007 14:37:34 GMT -5
It's called, "Hey, you! Yeah, you, over there!" "Yeah?" "You like the Daein king?" "No, not really." "Good. Here's a sword and a helmet, you're on the front lines."
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Ike
Aug 21, 2007 15:47:22 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 21, 2007 15:47:22 GMT -5
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Ike
Aug 21, 2007 17:15:25 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 21, 2007 17:15:25 GMT -5
The poor kid would be like O____o!!!! And then be shoved out. "Oh my God, this isn't what I said!"
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Ike
Aug 22, 2007 12:46:50 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 22, 2007 12:46:50 GMT -5
I know, seriously.
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Ike
Aug 23, 2007 9:25:27 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 23, 2007 9:25:27 GMT -5
And then I would stare at the screen, magic tome(read: Gamecube controller) in my sweaty fingers, and laugh. Laugh and laugh until I could not laugh any more. You know why? Because that poor bastard getting killed on the front lines? Yeah. That's Steve.
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Ike
Aug 23, 2007 12:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Kuja Wolfie on Aug 23, 2007 12:38:17 GMT -5
I know, right! I can so see that happening to Steve.
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Ike
Aug 23, 2007 12:49:50 GMT -5
Post by Droiture on Aug 23, 2007 12:49:50 GMT -5
Poor bastard gets shoved out to the front lines in front of 50 enemy soldiers and he has no idea how to fight. He has a staff and a robe that's a little too breezy down below. He's shaking in his boots and then the enemies overwhelm him. And then I look at Ike and say, "Thanks a lot, dude. You just made my life 100% better." and even give him a kiss on the cheek for all his trouble. And then I drag Steve's bleeding carcass out of the pile and give it to rabid dogs, who then eat his flesh and regurgitate his remains into the sewers, where rats further soil them before I flush them out with the rest of the world's filth. After such time, I subsequently seek out his friends and loved ones and EAT THEIR SOULS.
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