Bounty on #144

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#15
December 20, 2003, 09:08:37 PM
 His spelling was rather good in that post, just a couple exceptions. Grammar isn't quite there, but we're not all perfect.
But what really bugs me is that you're using this as a personal attack to make yourself look better. He whipped you, he won, he has a point.
You would look better if you admitted you're beaten and could never pay the bounty.
~Veranor, The Beatles, Nevadacow, Devari~
Dear Forums,
This happened once before,
When I came to your door,
No reply.
I tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie,
No reply, No reply.

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RazorClaw

#16
December 20, 2003, 09:24:55 PM
 Bounty's off. He's right, he keeps assaulting my economy. But he hasn't won at all. Until I'm dead, he won't have won. Look at my interactions in the message system:

  Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:42:49 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
lol i had to post in the forms. ur a funny little guy...Oh your ... your silly.. I... I love that... I love that you go there....Oh...Oh your silly...GOOD BYE!


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:38:08 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
i love this guy


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:29:17 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
wow im gona take so much land from you thanks from the boost. and "oviously ur wrong"


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:25:17 -0800From Rat-Massing Newb (#145)
you obviously don't have any turns... And I have a larger army than you because I can break you. Duh...
Stupid *EDIT*...


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:11:03 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
lol u just havent loked at my stats.... a bounty how are you going to pay up..... when im going to kill all your wealth?


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:09:25 -0800From Rat-Massing Newb (#145)
Almost 2,000,000 stoats and 6,000,000 rats. Still far more than you could dream of posessing.


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:07:38 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
lol u wish


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:07:38 -0800From Rat-Massing Newb (#145)
Oh, and I have a bounty on you.


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:06:48 -0800From Rat-Massing Newb (#145)
Wow, someone who isn't smart enough to realize he's eliminating my forces. How intelligent. You do realize I have 2,000,000 stoats and 8,000,000 rats, even with your murdering?


 Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:05:34 -0800From lonewolf (#144)
waht happende guy...? am i killing your army?  

lonewolf1817

#17
December 21, 2003, 03:17:15 AM
 HUM....? I.... I..... I just... I just dont understand? How is posting our message converstaion making you look any better? Please tell me!! I WANT TO KNOW.... its so confusing its making baby jesus cry!!!

ur a funny little guy...Oh your ... your silly.. I... I love that... I love that you go there....Oh...Oh your silly...GOOD BYE!

-lol i love this saying. I had just watched family guy, and had to use it on someone.
When you have done soemthing right, no one will know you have done anything at all

DRE

#18
January 06, 2004, 09:35:31 PM
 I would have to agree with lonewolf who really cares about spelling this is a GAME.  If you go through his work looking for errors so that you feel that ur the superior intellect you are pretty sad go get a girlfriend or something.  And if you wanna correct me for any mistakes i probibly made in this entry be me guest LOL.
I'm Comin' straight outta Compton
~DRE~
aka DMX

caedo caelestis

#19
January 06, 2004, 09:39:25 PM
Quote from: wolf biteNot that I want to get in this. But I was wondering how there could be so many attacks on turbo when there are no clans.  I checked the news.  It seems you were both on line attacking each other at the same time.  Lonewolf found out long ago when he made the mistake to try to pick on Holby that you never attack someone that is leader attacking you.  All it does is lower the Leader attacker's land and raise his ratio as you keep unmaxing yourself so the attacker can keep going at your resourses.  Let the leader fighter have their 21 attacks and deal with them later.  (just a hint)


Wolf Bite
Kind of old but someone revived it, anyways...


You answered your own question...Or did you know that?

calria

#20
January 07, 2004, 01:42:09 AM
 Oh, all of you shall bow down and be most worshipful to whichever of the fates it was that made this topic so old and pointless that, as I sit here in my insomniatic splendor, I shan't even attempt to demolish these pitiful arguments over grammar and spelling which, in and of themselves, are quite amusingly hypocritical.

However, I would add that nomatter where one is, or what one is doing, spelling and grammar are, indeed, quite important. What is done often becomes habitual, what is habitual becomes trait, and what is trait, in time, becomes the person in question himself. In a day and age where what happens on computers decides an ever-growing part of ones life, the ability to type, spell, and communicate adequately over mediums like the internet will only continue to become more important.

We consider the ability to read and write to be near synonymous with a person's intelligence, correct? How far of a stone's throw is it to go from simple literacy to keyboard communication?

Anyway, spelling and grammar are t3h l337. So there.

Gen. Volkov

#21
January 07, 2004, 05:19:50 PM
 Wow.. what a stupid whiny conversation.. are the forums here really so bad that people actually participated in this?? Just leave em' alone to there own problems, and if you decide to take the bounty on someone, and the other can't pay up, use your newfound wealth from smushling the first guy to smushle the second and get the money that way.... Really people, all you do is encourage them....
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

cloud says: I'm pretty sure I'm immune to everything that I can be immune to...brb snorting anthrax.

Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

DRE

#22
January 10, 2004, 08:03:02 AM
 woah caloria thats pretty impressive you can babble on about stupid stuff woah that was a long post OOOPPS!!!!!!!!   I forgot to capitalize your name maybe you should make a post about tell everyone how smart you are becuase no one cares once u get off ur computer chair and hit the streets your still gonna be a nobody with a very narrow life which allows you to create such analogies about life and society.  Do yourself a favor and get a grip on yourself and ask yourself are u truly happy with you life as it is?    
I'm Comin' straight outta Compton
~DRE~
aka DMX

calria

#23
January 10, 2004, 08:19:57 AM
 Thank you, Dre, for a wonderful example of understated flaming at its finest.
In answer to your question, yes. I am extremely happy with my life as it is. There are, of course, some things that I wish I could change, but we all have those sorts of things in our lives. I have an amazing boyfriend, parents who love me, friends who love me both on and offline, a school that is giving me a fine education, even if it is only a community college, and what I believe will be a fairly good future as a dramatist. The fact that I enjoy philosophical thought-- and express it on these boards-- is no reason to attack my personal life. Thank you.

The Voice

#24
January 10, 2004, 10:07:32 AM
 Wow Dre, because that made you look cool. Calria isn't trying to impress anyone, she is trying to say it looks more professional if you type right. If you type/talk like a moron, you are obviously not going to get any where in life. Calria has a good life, she is obviously going to make it doing something she loves. Her boyfriend is one of the coolest kids I have ever met, and she goes to a pretty good college. There was no need to assult her with your harsh words. Not to mention it is against the rules. I also have no doubt you will answer this with more flame, and I beg you not to, because it is things like that that kill this forum. Have a nice day, and try to be a little nicer and follow the rules.  
So quiet
Another wasted night
The television steals
The conversation
Exhale
Another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're
Just feeling tired
'cause if it's more than
That I feeel that I might break
Out of touch  out of time.
Please send me anything
But signals that are mixed
Cause I can't read
Your rolling eyes
Out of touch  
Are we out of time?

Close lipped
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion,
Your grip
Another time, is slack
It leaves me feeling empty.

I'll wait until tomorrow
Maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then
So what's another day
When I can't bear
These nights of thoughts
Of going on without you
This mood of yours is temporary
It seems worth the wait
To see your smile again
Out of the corner of your eye
Won't be the only way
You'll look at me then.


-------------------------------------------------

I'm missing your bed  
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
You're not alone
and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know  
who's taking you home.
I'm reading your
note over again.
There is not a word
that I comprehend
except when you signed it
"I will love you always
and forever"

As for now I'm gonna
hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder
how you're making out
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere
With anyone
making out

I'm missing your laugh,
how did it break?
And when did your eyes
begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy
as your pretending.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of
Beast is taking me home.

Your hair
It's everywhere
Screaming infidelities
Taking it's wear
------------------------------------------

Consider the odds
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages
and the fallen faces
are the singular proof
that it was ever alive.

This purchased rebellion
has been outdated
denounced and rescinded
and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you  I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor
as you retreated.

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue
conceding your defeat.

Does it comfort you to know
you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter
bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with
nothing tangible to gain
----------------------------------------------

Whatever poisons in this bottle
will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line,
?you mean so much to me?
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say

And even if her plane crashes tonight
she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage,
or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
does nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45), the weather is getting better by the hour (rains all the time)
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say,
who would do anything you say

Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it [15x]

Okay no more songs about you. After this one I am done.
You're gone.[repeat untill end]

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
-------------------------------------------------------
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
and every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)

Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
-----------------------------------------------------------------------

I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It's short just like your temper,
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

I got a twenty-dollar bill
that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don?t appreciate Brand New
And me.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you?d grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it?s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow [repeat 4x]
--------------------------------------------------------------------

So people ask my why I have a big signature and I say...
.................................................
.................................................
.................................................
.................................................
.............................
To annoy people

Peace Alliance

#25
January 10, 2004, 11:01:13 AM
 Awww, Deadeye, your so nice. would you like a huggle?

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The Voice

#26
January 10, 2004, 11:43:13 AM
 Dre is Dead Eye? Dead Eye left, didnt he? I mean, he also knew how to type, unlike our friend here. How do you know Dre is Dead Eye?
So quiet
Another wasted night
The television steals
The conversation
Exhale
Another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're
Just feeling tired
'cause if it's more than
That I feeel that I might break
Out of touch  out of time.
Please send me anything
But signals that are mixed
Cause I can't read
Your rolling eyes
Out of touch  
Are we out of time?

Close lipped
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion,
Your grip
Another time, is slack
It leaves me feeling empty.

I'll wait until tomorrow
Maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then
So what's another day
When I can't bear
These nights of thoughts
Of going on without you
This mood of yours is temporary
It seems worth the wait
To see your smile again
Out of the corner of your eye
Won't be the only way
You'll look at me then.


-------------------------------------------------

I'm missing your bed  
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
You're not alone
and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know  
who's taking you home.
I'm reading your
note over again.
There is not a word
that I comprehend
except when you signed it
"I will love you always
and forever"

As for now I'm gonna
hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder
how you're making out
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere
With anyone
making out

I'm missing your laugh,
how did it break?
And when did your eyes
begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy
as your pretending.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of
Beast is taking me home.

Your hair
It's everywhere
Screaming infidelities
Taking it's wear
------------------------------------------

Consider the odds
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages
and the fallen faces
are the singular proof
that it was ever alive.

This purchased rebellion
has been outdated
denounced and rescinded
and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you  I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor
as you retreated.

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue
conceding your defeat.

Does it comfort you to know
you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter
bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with
nothing tangible to gain
----------------------------------------------

Whatever poisons in this bottle
will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line,
?you mean so much to me?
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say

And even if her plane crashes tonight
she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage,
or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
does nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45), the weather is getting better by the hour (rains all the time)
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say,
who would do anything you say

Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it [15x]

Okay no more songs about you. After this one I am done.
You're gone.[repeat untill end]

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
-------------------------------------------------------
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
and every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)

Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
-----------------------------------------------------------------------

I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It's short just like your temper,
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

I got a twenty-dollar bill
that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don?t appreciate Brand New
And me.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you?d grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it?s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow [repeat 4x]
--------------------------------------------------------------------

So people ask my why I have a big signature and I say...
.................................................
.................................................
.................................................
.................................................
.............................
To annoy people

The Weasel Liberation Mov

#27
January 10, 2004, 01:33:07 PM
 DRE is not Dead Eye. Unless Dead Eye had multiple accounts...
Highest rank on Regular: 1st
Highest rank on Turbo: 9th

Cindarin

#28
January 10, 2004, 04:21:24 PM
 You know... just because someone can't spell properly or write with the utmost perfect grammer doesn't give anyone a reason to mouth off to them.  If someone spells something wrong who really cares?  I mean the only thing you are showing when you go at people for this is that you are a rude, unsensitive, and quite cruel person.  So enough with the corrections, enough with the flaming, and enough with the bickering.
"Without love life has no meaning." - Joseph Nicholas

"Looks are just an added bonus." - Joseph Nicholas

"Meine Liebe, Mein Leben, Meine Welt." - Joseph Nicholas

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lonewolf1817

#29
January 10, 2004, 10:35:27 PM
 hey hey hey...... wow this form was dead a long time ago. and lets not forget i was #144 so give props to me. NO KITTY MY CHICKEN POT PIE!
When you have done soemthing right, no one will know you have done anything at all
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