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Grand Theft Auto IV Unveiled On 360
Despite expectations that this would be the least eventful of the E3 pre-conferences, Microsoft's Peter Moore drops the news that Grand Theft Auto IV will be on Xbox 360. Rockstar and Microsoft have teamed up to do exclusive episodic content in the GTA gameworld for the 360. Slated to release October 16, 2007 in North America, October 19 in Europe. Other details include lots of support for Live Arcade titles (Sonic, Galaga, Street Fighter II), the official unveiling of Shadowrun for the 360 and PC, the airing of the Halo 3 Teaser Trailer (which is already on Xbox Live), and much discussion of 'Live Anywhere'. This last is an expansion of Xbox Live to PC and cell platforms in addition to the Xbox arena.
FYI, Halo3 Info and trailer is up at http://www.bungie.net/
in other news, halo 3 is up on bungie.net but i guess that is not surprising.
The war with islam is a war on the beast
The war on terror is a war for peace
As much as I dislike Zonk (and I do), it was strangely worded in the announcement, just enough to make it sound like an exclusive. Everyone took the tattoo to mean totally exclusive, i guess, and ran with it. I'd blame microsoft for making such a big deal out of having GTA4 on their console. However, as a 360 owner, I'm kinda excited, if they actually do something new with gta4.
"Something's wrong with you...and I hope we never do meet again." - Deftones When Girls Telephone Boys
I am beyond pissed. I can't say any more. God dammit.
Ex nihilo nihil fit.
... I mean a FPS?? WTF?
SR really needed to be a 3rd person RPG, like KOTOR or WoW...
(TLA overload! 601!! 601!!!!)
Come on b4by..._and
That's right. Halo 3 is enough said. Wrap up E3. It's done. No more news to give. You just can't top that.
Can I bum a sig?
Constant anti-nintendo troll might fly off freely, but don't be stupid enough to do it twice in the same thread. This is not /v/.
What's the extra panel on the front of the Wii for? (the one to the left of the cd slot)
title and story are 10x more important than whiner pissant comments, you lose
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If anybody asks I'll repost with breaks.. Oh and the Bob and Andy story is just a way to show how people of different social classes have difficulties understanding each other, and how the isolation between classes keeps the poor poor.
Bob and Andy is really about myself and a friend of mine. Also, if interested in the story of Bob and Andy.. there is a follow up.. A very good story. Though I changed the names.. yeah I think I'll post it despite the ensuing off topic crap.
A Good Troll is better than a Bad Human.
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A Small Event Nelson and I were friends from early childhood, on through high school. Of all my friends, I was closest to Nelson. After high school, Nelson left for San Fransisco, and then later, to Manhattan, New York. We chatted regularly over the next decade, although less of late.
We were going different directions, as is normal for people who's lives are traveling in different directions. I attended community college, while working small jobs to support my wife and son. Nelson was kept busy with a good job as an Outlook email specialist at a small, but promising network management firm. He had a beautiful apartment in Manhattan just five blocks from the fallen twin towers in Manhattan.
Nelson's visits home became less frequent. With the important exception of his mother Michelle, his relationship with his family was strained. His dad was an alcoholic, and his only sibling, an older brother named Jack, was mentally impaired with schizophrenic like symptoms. Jack was particularly difficult to deal with. Jack had the sort of local infamy that bred unpleasant rumors about the rest of the family, and not wholly undeserved. What can you say about the son of a white plum farmer who changed his last name to Chavez to become 'ethnic' enough to one day join the Black Panthers? Oddly, his former last name is associated more with African-American history than the Hispanic name he chose. With this backdrop, it is easy to understand the importance of Nelson's relationship with his mother who was sane, quite intelligent, and a great mother. Michelle was the anchor of Nelson's life, and he loved her enormously.
In May of 2005, I paid a visit to my parents and found Nelson standing in their kitchen. After pleasant exchanges, I invited Nelson over to my home for casual drinks that evening.
That evening I learned from Nelson that his mom was dying of lung cancer. I never knew quite what to say after terrible news was delivered. I knew his mom very well too. Since Nelson was the only person in his family capable of securing the best treatment for his mom, he left New York. Nelson arranged for an experimental treatment from a research group associated with UCLA.
Nearly a week later, I had just started a shift at my job as a barista at a coffee shop, Tazzi Rio Coffee and Tea. I usually work alone, but today the owner James was roasting a batch of some fine brazilian beans at the far end of the hard wood floor in a large antique brass roaster. I remember feeling particularly relaxed at work that day.
I had been on my shift for no longer than ten minutes when two men entered the front double doors. Both were tall, clean-cut and dressed in slacks and white shirts. They walked steadily towards the register counter behind which I stood. About midway, the dark haired man, stopped suddenly, stuck his hands in his trousers, and scanned the shop. The other man continued towards the counter holding a black wallet in his left hand. It was then that I was struck by this man's features. He had blond hair, fair skin to match, and clean blue eyes.
I gave a quick greeting, a smile, and asked them what drinks sounded good. For answer, he lifted up his wallet and let it fall open, waited three long seconds and said, "F.B.I.". The letters fell like a concussion in my head and the room became silent except for the sound of roasting beans. With his left hand, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of fax paper. "Have you seen this man?" On it was Nelson's face.
The next moment was indescribable. A swirl of unfinished thoughts and questions which despite the complexity of the moment, managed only to produce the inane quest
A Good Troll is better than a Bad Human.