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Thread: Ranger HAT
Phenix1050
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:17 am
#66
okay....three pages of 5-starring....my eyes are bleeding.
The nice thing is that with all these stars I can almost pretend I'm actually playing the JTL Beta.
ZOOM! I just flew by a asteroid named Owen-Lars!
Whoosh! Into the Vorpaks nebula
FWOOOM! OH NO!!! The JB-Mat BLACK HOLE!!! aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
Oreet
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:22 am
#67
Phenix1050 wrote:
okay....three pages of 5-starring....my eyes are bleeding.
The nice thing is that with all these stars I can almost pretend I'm actually playing the JTL Beta.
ZOOM! I just flew by a asteroid named Owen-Lars!
Whoosh! Into the Vorpaks nebula
FWOOOM! OH NO!!! The JB-Mat BLACK HOLE!!! aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
i want a space thingy named after me.
but look what you did, you made the robot sad.
Phenix1050
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:24 am
#68
FWOOOOOSH!!! *crash*Oh no! Ijust crashed into the Oreet Space Winnebego!!!
Oreet
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:28 am
#69
Phenix1050 wrote:
FWOOOOOSH!!! *crash*Oh no! Ijust crashed into the Oreet Space Winnebego!!!
woo hoo.
now the robot is happy.
he's not happy because you crashed though. he's sad about that.
but he's happy that there is a Space Winnebego named after me.
i hope there is a space winnebego like in Spaceballs in JTLS. maybe it could be a secret quest item that you get after a long series of ranger themed space-based missions. it'll come equiped with Raspberry Jam for jamming communications.
speaking of which, there is a tan and white wookiee on lowca named Barff. his bio says that He is his own best friend. (i love that movie)
Phenix1050
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:29 am
#70
Okay, my bothan is happy that you like the Winnebago
Now he's sad that he can't show emotion
But now he realized he'll make millions by playing poker withsuch a greatpoker face
Now he doesn't know how to feel.
Message Edited by Phenix1050 on 09-13-2004 02:31 PM
Phenix1050
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:32 am
#71
damn...you got to the message before I edited it!!!
arg! my Bothan informant skills tell me I look likea fool now.
now I'm surrounded by robots laughing at me!!!
Message Edited by Phenix1050 on 09-13-2004 02:34 PM
Oreet
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:34 am
#72
Phenix1050 wrote:
damn...you got to the message before I edited it!!!
arg! my Bothan informant skills tell me I look likea fool now.
you should have area tracked. you would have seen me sitting here typing a message.
Phenix1050
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:35 am
#73
you know, I tried...you must be on a mountain...
or you just got spawned by the server.
Almagill
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:36 am
#74
Oreet wrote:
Phenix1050 wrote:damn...you got to the message before I edited it!!!arg! my Bothan informant skills tell me I look like a fool now.
you should have area tracked. you would have seen me sitting here typing a message.
No, /ar would only have shown range and direction. He should have /exam you instead.
OOOH, look, a little Oreet in a box... what IS he doing??
Oreet
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:37 am
#75
to think, i've wasted so much time in teh GAT, when i could have been chillin' here in the Ranger forum havin' fun instead. 
Oreet
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:38 am
#76
Almagill wrote:
Oreet wrote:
Phenix1050 wrote:
damn...you got to the message before I edited it!!!
arg! my Bothan informant skills tell me I look like a fool now.
you should have area tracked. you would have seen me sitting here typing a message.
No, /ar would only have shown range and direction. He should have /exam you instead.
OOOH, look, a little Oreet in a box... what IS he doing??
unfortunatly, Oreet is sitting in a little box (cubicle). god i hate corporate America, and yet it still pays me.
Vorpaks
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:38 am
#77
Once again FAR too many things to respond to. 
Other great Silverstein poems are The Language of the Flowers, and Enter This Deserted House. And of course the classic Ickle Me Pickle Me Tickle Me Too. Actually all of Silverstein is worthwhile read if you haven't encountered him. Hey, even Korn likes Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends = Follow the Leader).
My Parents WERE Hippies and thankfully I avoided some of the names my friends got like "Sunshine" and "Epiphany." When my Dad met my mom he was living in a Teepee and and she was renting out someone's converted chicken shack. No joke. We didn't have a VW but we DID have a vehicle of indeterminite origin which we called "The Death Mobile" and had to push up hills. In the winter we just abandoned it at the foot of the hill and walked the rest of the way. When I was a few months old my parents decided to build a house so they begged and begged until a bank took pity on them and gave them a mortgage and they dug a hole whose shape was determined by some large unmovable rocks and that became the foundation for our house. Blueprints? Bah! A couple cases of beer, some friends, some lumber, and you have a house. Amazingly it still stands.
A friend of mine once told me her mom confessed to doing LSD while pregnant with her. I've decided to never ask my parents, for obvious reasons. I'm actually a straight arrow. Never done any drugs of any sort or smoked anything, and only been really drunk once in college. I've never been able to eat jello since. Or even think about rot-gut vodka /shudder I turn to chocalate in times of need. Ahhh... beautiful chocolate.
I produce my life for your amusement. No wonder I turned to computers.
Other great Silverstein poems are The Language of the Flowers, and Enter This Deserted House.
And of course the classic Ickle Me Pickle Me Tickle Me Too. Actually all of Silverstein is worthwhile read if you haven't encountered him. Hey, even Korn likes Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends = Follow the Leader).My Parents WERE Hippies and thankfully I avoided some of the names my friends got like "Sunshine" and "Epiphany." When my Dad met my mom he was living in a Teepee and and she was renting out someone's converted chicken shack. No joke. We didn't have a VW but we DID have a vehicle of indeterminite origin which we called "The Death Mobile" and had to push up hills. In the winter we just abandoned it at the foot of the hill and walked the rest of the way. When I was a few months old my parents decided to build a house so they begged and begged until a bank took pity on them and gave them a mortgage and they dug a hole whose shape was determined by some large unmovable rocks and that became the foundation for our house. Blueprints? Bah! A couple cases of beer, some friends, some lumber, and you have a house. Amazingly it still stands.
A friend of mine once told me her mom confessed to doing LSD while pregnant with her. I've decided to never ask my parents, for obvious reasons. I'm actually a straight arrow. Never done any drugs of any sort or smoked anything, and only been really drunk once in college. I've never been able to eat jello since. Or even think about rot-gut vodka /shudder I turn to chocalate in times of need. Ahhh... beautiful chocolate.
I produce my life for your amusement. No wonder I turned to computers.
Vorpaks
Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:40 am
#78
Phenix1050 wrote:okay....three pages of 5-starring....my eyes are bleeding.The nice thing is that with all these stars I can almost pretend I'm actually playing the JTL Beta.ZOOM! I just flew by a asteroid named Owen-Lars!Whoosh! Into the Vorpaks nebulaFWOOOM! OH NO!!! The JB-Mat BLACK HOLE!!! aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
R.O.F.L
Jeez! There were like 10 posts while I wrote that mini novel. What is it, Monday or something??
Message Edited by Vorpaks on 09-13-2004 02:42 PM