Duck and Cover

yep.
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.

I'm with Atoga one this one. The movement was sluggier than Rainbow Six, and it gave the world a "soft" disjointed feel.

2.8 atoga

The first was better, but SS2 is not what I'd call mediocre. Good game, I didn't have a problem with the movement. I'm surprised you played it, Atoga.

SS2 Is quite an excellent game. When it was released, there were few, if any games that could match it's greatness.

I wish I could have played it, but it doesnt run on my current computer and I tried everything to get it to work. Its a bit old and I would probably not be that surprised with it, if i played it now.

I never played that far into it, for some reason. I remember finding it pretty scary, and not liking the way weapons degraded very quickly. And now it's a bit too dated, I think.

It's a shame that Rebirth mod for it died.

S4ur0n27 wrote:2.8 atoga

What?

The weapon degrading is the only major fault. That, and the graphics aren't all that, but so what? The game is still fantastic.

Now if only my TNT2 card hadn't blown up, I'd be playing it.

I really, really wanted to play it, but it kept crashing my computer every 5-10 minutes, so it wasn't really playable

Yo checked the tech thread at TTLG?

SS2's at my 'BEST GAMES EVAR' list.

It was awesome for a short while, and then I got suicidal urges when I saw those 500 rooms o' boxes and crazed monkeys, and killed myself. Never tried co-op doh, how's that?

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.

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!

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 ?

Friend Blargh!

Blargh wrote: I am glad your 'Pit' is expanding. News of this development brings me unending joy.

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: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.

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: However, there are some who would ruin such blissful fun.

Nay! Foul!

Blargh wrote: These perfidious and insidious wastrels are a grave obstacle to this wonderful pursuit.

End now this play on words! Who is this corrupt, subtle idler of whom you speak, that dares deflower fairest fun?!

Blargh wrote:Yes, I can hear your commiseration and empathy.

You and the neighbours both! My pathos unsurpassed in matters grave as these!

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 ?

Difficulty, doubtful. Unwillingness, I'm sure! Sadistic fiends!

Blargh wrote: WHAT GAVE THEM THE IDEA ?
Static electricity and ice cubes.

I would not blame television, but I guess I do... somehow. Ack!

Blargh wrote: HOW DID THEY GAIN SUCH POTENTIAL ?
Yoga.

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:WHAT MADE THEM AWAKEN ?
Grain liquor.

What else is there!? Oh, the futility!

Blargh wrote: WHY DID WE ATTEMPT TO VIVISECT THEM SO BLATANTLY ?
The lab staff were idiots.

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: ARE WE SUCH IDIOTS AS TO KNOWINGLY INCUR THE WRATH OF TRIGGER HAPPY CYROKINETIC SIMIANS ?
Yes.

Truly, yes.

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.

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: 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.

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: I dislike being frozen, I dislike howling simians. SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

Agreed et' all!

Blargh wrote: Suggestions ?

Nil at best!


With waves and wistles!

Koki wrote:Yo checked the tech thread at TTLG?

Blah, apparently my processor's Hyper Threading -feature kills the game.
Shit.
As if I was going to turn it off just to play SS2.

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EDIT: oh, no wait, I can adjust it from the task monitor. Yay.

Valued cohort St. Toxic !

'Tis best I let a picture encompass my message. Further words would cause spontaneous combustion of a random nature. Interpretation is left to individual viewer discretion. It's subtle. Therefore :



Cheers.

What the fuck, where did you get that image?