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John Carmack's Test Liftoff a Success
brainstyle writes "Space.com is reporting that John Carmack of Armadillo Aerospace (and who apparently has some game design hobby) has had a successful launch of the prototype of its entry in the X-Prize. From the article: 'I had tried several algorithms on the simulator before settling on this one, and it behaved exactly the same in reality, which is always a pleasant surprise.'"
>successful launch
;-)
like the doom3?
Andrej
you mean /anti-karma-whore...
damn straight!
fact: microsoft > linux
Come on, Kerry aint that bad, getting a new us president will "just" ruin any chance of getting the isreal palestine thing on track again (somehow us presidents can only work seriously on this in their second period...).
Of course 8 more years of that wont be unsettling for the world balance....
Or did you mean the other guy?
The building wasn't much more than a tattered amount of plaster and timber but it was
our main HQ for the time being. The Afghanistan countryside looked almost like back
home in Arizona. That's where all similarities stopped. My men and I were part of a task
force to weed out and harvest information from known Talibon sympathizers.
All of the men with me lost someone dear to them of Sept. 11th. I needed these types of
men to help me in my objective. Our methods were questionable but extremely effective.
We already accounted for the discovery of several Talibon strong holds.
Amat Hussel was a big beefy Turk that spoke the lingo perfectly. Just like a native. His
wife and son were aboard the plane that struck the first tower.
The prisoners made their way in. There was always some type of surprise each day.
Today the Afghani countryside coughed up four women in military attire.
Amat informed me that they were found trying lay some antipersonnel mines in the
vicinity of our troops. I told him to ask them the standard questions and as expected the
prisoners refused.
I looked around at the men in the room with me. We didn't care about rank in my unit. I
was in charge, that's all that mattered. I spotted Wingo in the corner. His sister was
aboard the plane that stuck the Pentagon. Black hair, medium build of Cherokee heritage.
Ruppenstein was a New Yorker. Red hair, muscular, big guy. His brother was a
firefighter that went into the trade towers but never came out.
Duffy was the result of a black and Samoan union. This guy made The Rock look like the
poster child for anemic disorder. His mother worked in the first tower. She is believed to
be of the many who jumped to their death rather than to be burned alive.
I told Amat to order them to remove their headgear. As they did they all revealed long
beautiful lustrous brown hair. I instructed Amat to convince them that it would be far
better for them to cooperate. That all the men in this room held little sympathy for them
or their cause.
After the translation the first female soldier yelled something then spat on the floor. "You
don't have to translate that Amat. Wingo lock the doors, Duffy you and the rest help our
guests off with their clothes."
Wingo got that small smile on his face "Does this mean that it's -Play time _ Sir?" "I
believe that we all need a slight break from the routine. Wouldn't you all agree?"
The lock came down swiftly but not as swiftly as the soldiers did on the prisoners. The
sound of tearing material was almost as paramount as the screams of the women.
Duffy had the first prisoner's breasts one in each hand as Wingo held her arms behind her
back. Each prisoner had her on set of captors and was all in different stages of undress.
I looked to the far right and saw Amat stuffing his huge dick into the ass of a small
framed woman. Her rather large tits were flopping out and smacking together as her rode
her shit hole. She flailed and screamed as did her comrades.
A third prisoner was sandwiched by the Carson brothers. They lost their father -- a police
officer that had also entered one of the towers. Their prisoner was trying to scratch and
kick them but her actions just drove their cocks into both of her orifices that much
deeper.
I approached the last prisoner. To my surprise she spoke English. "Let us go! This is not
part of the Geneva Convention!"
"Neither are murdering thousands of innocents for your cause you filthy whore." With
that I ripped open the front of her tunic and out popped the must beautiful pair to DD
breasts.
They were extremely firm and had large aureole and stiff nipples. She just stood there
with her hands on her hips not caring about her naked top.
"You dogs think that you scare us? Your dicks barely are noticeable."
"Is that so?" I said, "It sure as hell doesn't sound like that from your sisters--sister!" One
captive-the one with Amat- was yelling something to her leader as the big T
As opposed to yourself, who has now contributed so much to humanity with your post.
You can now tell your children, assuming you know how to reproduce