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systemshock 2
yep.
time to play it again.
time to play it again.
I didn't think it was that interesting, but I only played it for 2 hours. The way you moved around in the game kind of put me off of it for some reason, everything seemed so cumbersome. That's my story, I doubt you can top it.
suppose you're thinking about a plate of shrimp. suddenly somebody will say like 'plate' or 'shrimp' or 'plate of shrimp', out of the blue, no explanation.
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Monkeys ? You've sparked a fond memory St. Toxic. My thanks.
Playing basket ball with monkey brains was highly entertaining. They're so durable ! Wrench only on impossible is amusing, too. Co-op was awesome fun . . . when it worked.
While I prefer SS1, I concur with Koki's astute 'BEST GAMES EVAR' comment. Thereabouts.
Playing basket ball with monkey brains was highly entertaining. They're so durable ! Wrench only on impossible is amusing, too. Co-op was awesome fun . . . when it worked.
While I prefer SS1, I concur with Koki's astute 'BEST GAMES EVAR' comment. Thereabouts.
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My dear friend Blargh!
The sparkling of this, your fond memory, isn't half the pleasurable nostalgia, as it is knowledgeable data for my constantly expanding central nervous system! ( also known, and referred to, as 'the Pit' )
Me? I had only guesses, hopes and possibly dreams of playing as a famous, negroid, basketball-player, stuck on a dreary space station, with nothing to toss around but internal organs. Ah! The rewards of being a renegade minority sportsman!
I can't wait to re-purchase this wonderful game!
A heart full of thanks!
The sparkling of this, your fond memory, isn't half the pleasurable nostalgia, as it is knowledgeable data for my constantly expanding central nervous system! ( also known, and referred to, as 'the Pit' )
Me? I had only guesses, hopes and possibly dreams of playing as a famous, negroid, basketball-player, stuck on a dreary space station, with nothing to toss around but internal organs. Ah! The rewards of being a renegade minority sportsman!
I can't wait to re-purchase this wonderful game!
A heart full of thanks!
My staunch confidant St. Toxic !
I am glad your 'Pit' is expanding. News of this development brings me unending joy. That my modest memory of merrily mauling monkeys for vicarious amusement betwixt the caving of Rumbler heads via illuminating wrench is of assistance to this fantastic and ongoing procedure would quite honestly be flattering if I were at the time of writing susceptible to flattery.
Alas, it is not to be. Ehue.
You are certainly wise beyond your years to appreciate the many charms and altogether seductive nature of the prospect of psychic angry monkey brain basket ball. However, there are some who would ruin such blissful fun. These perfidious and insidious wastrels are a grave obstacle to this wonderful pursuit.
Yes, I can hear your commiseration and empathy. The monkeys are psychic. Damn them. Was it too difficult for them to simply develop abnormally large, robust, suitably bouncy, perfect for improvised basket ball yet not latently psionic brains ?
So, this leads unto many equally grave questions. Such as :
WHAT GAVE THEM THE IDEA ?
HOW DID THEY GAIN SUCH POTENTIAL ?
WHAT MADE THEM AWAKEN ?
WHY DID WE ATTEMPT TO VIVISECT THEM SO BLATANTLY ?
ARE WE SUCH IDIOTS AS TO KNOWINGLY INCUR THE WRATH OF TRIGGER HAPPY CYROKINETIC SIMIANS ?
To these questions, I amend what are hopefully correct responses :
Static electricity and ice cubes.
Yoga.
Grain liquor.
The lab staff were idiots.
Yes.
At the time of writing, I regretfully have no viable idea as to why or how these questions and answers are pertinent to the situation. Time will tell.
The situation being, of course, that the monkeys in question aren't exactly ecstatic to see me throw the brains of there compatriots against walls with significant, or even slight, force. This concern is exacerbated by the simians frank refusal to civilly part with their brains when required. Selfish cunts.
I dislike being frozen, I dislike howling simians. SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.
Suggestions ?
I am glad your 'Pit' is expanding. News of this development brings me unending joy. That my modest memory of merrily mauling monkeys for vicarious amusement betwixt the caving of Rumbler heads via illuminating wrench is of assistance to this fantastic and ongoing procedure would quite honestly be flattering if I were at the time of writing susceptible to flattery.
Alas, it is not to be. Ehue.
You are certainly wise beyond your years to appreciate the many charms and altogether seductive nature of the prospect of psychic angry monkey brain basket ball. However, there are some who would ruin such blissful fun. These perfidious and insidious wastrels are a grave obstacle to this wonderful pursuit.
Yes, I can hear your commiseration and empathy. The monkeys are psychic. Damn them. Was it too difficult for them to simply develop abnormally large, robust, suitably bouncy, perfect for improvised basket ball yet not latently psionic brains ?
So, this leads unto many equally grave questions. Such as :
WHAT GAVE THEM THE IDEA ?
HOW DID THEY GAIN SUCH POTENTIAL ?
WHAT MADE THEM AWAKEN ?
WHY DID WE ATTEMPT TO VIVISECT THEM SO BLATANTLY ?
ARE WE SUCH IDIOTS AS TO KNOWINGLY INCUR THE WRATH OF TRIGGER HAPPY CYROKINETIC SIMIANS ?
To these questions, I amend what are hopefully correct responses :
Static electricity and ice cubes.
Yoga.
Grain liquor.
The lab staff were idiots.
Yes.
At the time of writing, I regretfully have no viable idea as to why or how these questions and answers are pertinent to the situation. Time will tell.
The situation being, of course, that the monkeys in question aren't exactly ecstatic to see me throw the brains of there compatriots against walls with significant, or even slight, force. This concern is exacerbated by the simians frank refusal to civilly part with their brains when required. Selfish cunts.
I dislike being frozen, I dislike howling simians. SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.
Suggestions ?
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Friend Blargh!
With waves and wistles!
No doubt! The fruits of ones toil, even if this toil be joy of memory! A blooming tulip of another mammal's intellectual power! How? By simple words of meaning! Hard work, aye, but rewarding, for one and all! Splendid, says I!Blargh wrote: I am glad your 'Pit' is expanding. News of this development brings me unending joy.
Rather! I am hardly a snob, when it comes to sports o' organs, and would it not be on account of this, my faulty hip ( tropical bobsleigh accident ) I would unhesitatingly made pro, in the field of liver tennis! Ah! Glory days indeed!Blargh wrote:You are certainly wise beyond your years to appreciate the many charms and altogether seductive nature of the prospect of psychic angry monkey brain basket ball.
Nay! Foul!Blargh wrote: However, there are some who would ruin such blissful fun.
End now this play on words! Who is this corrupt, subtle idler of whom you speak, that dares deflower fairest fun?!Blargh wrote: These perfidious and insidious wastrels are a grave obstacle to this wonderful pursuit.
You and the neighbours both! My pathos unsurpassed in matters grave as these!Blargh wrote:Yes, I can hear your commiseration and empathy.
Difficulty, doubtful. Unwillingness, I'm sure! Sadistic fiends!Blargh wrote: The monkeys are psychic. Damn them. Was it too difficult for them to simply develop abnormally large, robust, suitably bouncy, perfect for improvised basket ball yet not latently psionic brains ?
I would not blame television, but I guess I do... somehow. Ack!Blargh wrote: WHAT GAVE THEM THE IDEA ?
Static electricity and ice cubes.
Potential, as I see it, is not an item of gain. Most likely these 'monkeys' were born joyfully potent, and worked their way up to psychic lunacy. Aye. I've seen it happen! On the streets! Under bridges!Blargh wrote: HOW DID THEY GAIN SUCH POTENTIAL ?
Yoga.
What else is there!? Oh, the futility!Blargh wrote:WHAT MADE THEM AWAKEN ?
Grain liquor.
They might have had a knack at et' some point in life, but not a gram survives the educational methods these days. Frivolousness is a common plenty, and we the victims! Ah!Blargh wrote: WHY DID WE ATTEMPT TO VIVISECT THEM SO BLATANTLY ?
The lab staff were idiots.
Truly, yes.Blargh wrote: ARE WE SUCH IDIOTS AS TO KNOWINGLY INCUR THE WRATH OF TRIGGER HAPPY CYROKINETIC SIMIANS ?
Yes.
Or hide, under its cloak of vast, the truth of which you seek! Fight on, with these, your questions! Do not toy with time, for it play of foul, and cover in its mist, both you and this, the mystery entangled, in roots of purest lies and speculations false!Blargh wrote: At the time of writing, I regretfully have no viable idea as to why or how these questions and answers are pertinent to the situation. Time will tell.
Aye, primordial instincts I would guess. Flash memories of amoebaes in a flirt of underwater snooker with their lesser parts, as say bacteria, for balls, perhaps?Blargh wrote: The situation being, of course, that the monkeys in question aren't exactly ecstatic to see me throw the brains of there compatriots against walls with significant, or even slight, force. This concern is exacerbated by the simians frank refusal to civilly part with their brains when required. Selfish cunts.
Agreed et' all!Blargh wrote: I dislike being frozen, I dislike howling simians. SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.
Nil at best!Blargh wrote: Suggestions ?
With waves and wistles!