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they can’t be that bad.
Sure they can.
they can’t be that bad.
Sure they can.
moved from one part of the cd to another
Damn. That wisdom hits me a little too hard. Thanks for sharing!
Always love an opportunity to recall Major’s Mask :)
Such an emotionally deep game
Wow, that was really elaborate and a cool concert experience! Never heard of that game before.
Wow! That takes be back! “Get off my land!”
I have no frame if reference for this, but it sounds really cool!
Love LoD and I remember that exact room. I’m actually doing a replay of LoD now: when I get to that room I’ll take an extra pause to soak it in.
LOL @ daddy tears
Whole-heartedly agree. It’s worth it.
I went through a pretty rough break-up and needed an MMO. Never had such a great time learning about history xD
This thread is filled with comments on DE, but it was your comment that convinced me to finally play the game.
Thanks for the story!
Agreed completely about raiding in WoW. To struggle at singing with 40 other people for weeks, and then to finally achieve it… it’s euphoric.
I always really enjoyed the post-raid hangouts, too.
That game is probably one of the best mind-fucks in gaming. The white phosphorous scene for me was so powerful that I immediately went into Youtube and looked up how other streamers reacted to it.
Cheating sucks, but that’s definitely the game to teach about why it sucks.
Thanks
DayZ was such an amazing experience at the time. Battle arena games hadn’t taken off yet and you really had to pay attention to your surroundings.
Great story! War is hell
Wow, such a cool revelation. I think the devs of CK2 would be proud that you engaged with their game like this.
Great story!
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead”
Was walking around my childhood neighborhood around dusk with my friend and his dad. I was around 12 years old at the time. This was in the suburbs but it was an old neighborhood and was very wooded.
We walked around the back side of the neighborhood where this abandoned old mansion was. The property had been overgrown since before I was born and it was so wooded that you couldn’t see the house from the road. Apparently the old man who owned the mansion built this large man-made pond in the front of the property for his wife. It was near the road side of the property.
As we were almost past the mansion, I suddenly got this ominous feeling and whipped my head around to scan the trees. At the far side of the pond I saw something that was disappearing behind a tree. It “walked” upright like a person, but it had the back legs of an alligator and a long, round tail. I wouldn’t come to find out until years later when I saw one in person, but the tail looked and moved just like a kangaroo tail.
I was at first fascinated by what I was seeing, then felt overcome with fear. I told my friend and my dad that I thought I saw something and that we had better get home before dark.
No idea what it was, but over the following years when I would walk by that property, I’d always stop and try to see if I could spot it again. Though I never could look for long before getting creeped out.
Good reasoning, but unfortunately that’s not why they discarded clothes. You’re close enough that I’ll give it to you, though.
SPOILER:
Here’s the narrative: A group of friends were taking a ride in a hot air balloon one day. After some time, the igniter which gave their balloon altitude broke and they began descending faster and faster. After dropping all of their sandbags, the descent was only marginally slowed. They came to the conclusion that one of them must jump in order to save the rest. The leader tore off sticks from the railing of the wicker basket that made up the cradle of the balloon. Everyone drew straws and the subject of our story was the unfortunate man to lose. In order to give the man the best chance of survival from the fall, each passenger removed their clothes and tied them together to lengthen the rope they had aboard. They lowered the makeshift rope overboard. The group waited until they were close enough to the ground to hopefully allow the man to survive the fall. The man held firmly to the short straw he drew for good luck and climbed over the side of the basket to begin descending the clothes-rope. As he was nearly at the end, the knots connecting the clothes unraveled and the man fell before he was ready. He landed naked in a field, dead. His only possession was the fateful stick which sealed his fate.
Thanks for playing!
Bottom row, 2nd from the left. Simple, clean, distinct.