D&D, like all form of recreation, appeal to some people and not to others. I've played D&D with people who went on to become scientists, graphics designers, special forces soldiers, animal trainers, writers, musicians, security experts, & ministers, among other things.
I've played with punk rockers, fundamental Christians, hippies, bookworms, anarchists, stoners, jocks, Wiccans, conformists, non-conformists, assholes, Bhuddists, & Joe-Sixpack kinds of guys & girls.
At its best it can be like live improvisational theater, a source of plesant memories among friends for years to come, and a way to build social ties among groups of people who might normally hang out with each other.
Sure, you can make the stereotypical jokes about the insecure, pimply-faced nerds who kill thier parents in the night in order to gain some "magic treasure", but in my experience, a large majority of D&D players are down-to-earth "normal" folks, who enjoy engaging their imaginations with some creative fantasy from time to time. Kinda like reading a book, only more immersive.
I just read at your article. Very interesting, good work. It took me on a trip down memory lane.
I offer you some constructive criticism regarding the drop shadows on the graphics. I think the drop shadows are totally inappropriate considering the context of the article. Thanks for your time, and keep writing.
[SCENE: In the cellar, Neil is hard at work with a pick-axe, while Rick is just poking at the floor, hardly moving at all. Vyvyan is standing over them.]
VYVYAN: Get on with it, Rick, you big poof!
[Kicks Rick aside and jumps in the hole, starting to pound with his head. Vyvyan and Neil alternate for a bit, then Vyvyan's head gets stuck in the hole, and Neil drives down with the pick-axe.]
NEIL: Oh, sorry, Vyv.
VYVYAN: [stands, with the axe stuck through his head] That's OK, Neil. It was bound to happen sooner or later. [Collapses]
RICK: [leans over] You all right, Vyvyan? Vyvyan?! [pause] Great! This is it! I've been waiting two hours for this. It's a revolution!
NEIL: What do you mean, revolution?
RICK: Blood runs! Flags wave! Come on, everybody, throw down your tools and knock down the barricade. Come on, run into the Winter Palace. Run into the Winter Palace and stand on tables, waving bits of paper at each other! Yes! Yes!! Hello, are you the Czar?!
[jumps up and down, excited]
Yes, I am, actually. [points a finger] Bam bam! Tough luck, fascist!!
[Neil takes out a tissue and starts waving it around]
That's what happens to people who aren't working class! Yes, Neil. Listen. I've got everything ready. In ten minutes time there's going to be a massive rock and roll benefit in the drawing room. And right at the climax, the oppressed working classes of this house, that's you, mainly...
NEIL: Right.
RICK:...will rise up and seize control of the state! Brilliant! Revolution!
NEIL: Revolution.
RICK: Watch out, Norman Tebbit!
[The screen tumbles and fades out. It fades back in to find Rick and Vyvyan sprawled in the basement.]
Heehee. Hyperball. What with all the discussion of 2D vs 3D in this story, when I read "hyperball" the first thing I thought of was a 4D version of pong, played inside a hypercube, using spherical paddles.
Perhaps someone with a quicker mind and more math training could elucidate upon that thought?
The Swedish Chef had these words of congratulation:
"He-a's a greet mun, a guud freeend. Thees echeeefement feenelly recugneezes zee cuntreebooshuns he-a hes mede-a tu zee sceeence-a und zee betterment ooff hoomuneety. I shell beke-a a ceke-a in hees hunur!
Bork Bork Bork!"
I know scotsman.com looks fishy, but it's not a troll link, folks. It's news.scotsman.com, Scotland's national newspaper online. It's not a troll. I'll bet my karma on it.:)
I don't know about the rest of his boxen, but the Nvidia 6600 press release contains a quote from John Carmack:
"NVIDIA's latest generation of chipsets gives exceptional performance and feature gains across the entire line, from the consumer cards to the specialty cards. I use a GeForce 6800 class card in my primary workstation, which is the best endorsement I can give."
Therefore, I'd imagine he uses a 6800 Ultra. And from watching the G4/TechTV stuff on Doom 3, he has a huge CRT! It looks like it weighs 300 pounds.
In lots of the in-game logs and emails, they say that whatever's taking place in Delta labs is draing most of the power from the rest of the base. One specifically attributes the darkness and flikcering lights to this.
I have more than 1 machine, bud, and the basic W2K install media, and lotsa hard drives lying around, so I can eventually get the failed SP4 outta there. If not, I can do a fresh install on a different drive.
I conceed that the thread-head could be considered misleading by some, but I intended no deceit, and the overall meaning is unchanged. HAND.
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D&D, like all form of recreation, appeal to some people and not to others. I've played D&D with people who went on to become scientists, graphics designers, special forces soldiers, animal trainers, writers, musicians, security experts, & ministers, among other things.
I've played with punk rockers, fundamental Christians, hippies, bookworms, anarchists, stoners, jocks, Wiccans, conformists, non-conformists, assholes, Bhuddists, & Joe-Sixpack kinds of guys & girls.
At its best it can be like live improvisational theater, a source of plesant memories among friends for years to come, and a way to build social ties among groups of people who might normally hang out with each other.
Sure, you can make the stereotypical jokes about the insecure, pimply-faced nerds who kill thier parents in the night in order to gain some "magic treasure", but in my experience, a large majority of D&D players are down-to-earth "normal" folks, who enjoy engaging their imaginations with some creative fantasy from time to time. Kinda like reading a book, only more immersive.
Dear NEOGEOman,
I just read at your article. Very interesting, good work. It took me on a trip down memory lane.
I offer you some constructive criticism regarding the drop shadows on the graphics. I think the drop shadows are totally inappropriate considering the context of the article. Thanks for your time, and keep writing.
Sincerely,
DrunkenTerror
[SCENE: In the cellar, Neil is hard at work with a pick-axe, while Rick is just poking at the floor, hardly moving at all. Vyvyan is standing over them.]
...will rise up and seize control of the state! Brilliant! Revolution!
VYVYAN: Get on with it, Rick, you big poof!
[Kicks Rick aside and jumps in the hole, starting to pound with his head. Vyvyan and Neil alternate for a bit, then Vyvyan's head gets stuck in the hole, and Neil drives down with the pick-axe.]
NEIL: Oh, sorry, Vyv.
VYVYAN: [stands, with the axe stuck through his head] That's OK, Neil. It was bound to happen sooner or later. [Collapses]
RICK: [leans over] You all right, Vyvyan? Vyvyan?! [pause] Great! This is it! I've been waiting two hours for this. It's a revolution!
NEIL: What do you mean, revolution?
RICK: Blood runs! Flags wave! Come on, everybody, throw down your tools and knock down the barricade. Come on, run into the Winter Palace. Run into the Winter Palace and stand on tables, waving bits of paper at each other! Yes! Yes!! Hello, are you the Czar?!
[jumps up and down, excited]
Yes, I am, actually. [points a finger] Bam bam! Tough luck, fascist!!
[Neil takes out a tissue and starts waving it around]
That's what happens to people who aren't working class! Yes, Neil. Listen. I've got everything ready. In ten minutes time there's going to be a massive rock and roll benefit in the drawing room. And right at the climax, the oppressed working classes of this house, that's you, mainly...
NEIL: Right.
RICK:
NEIL: Revolution.
RICK: Watch out, Norman Tebbit!
[The screen tumbles and fades out. It fades back in to find Rick and Vyvyan sprawled in the basement.]
RICK: God! I wish they wouldn't keep doing that!
NEIL: It's the passage of time, Rick.
[Vyvyan stands up, throws up, falls down]
And here's a Coral link!
She's getting hammered, as of 20:19 UTC.
Here's the link to browse their catalog!
Stupid promo redirect.
Heehee. Hyperball. What with all the discussion of 2D vs 3D in this story, when I read "hyperball" the first thing I thought of was a 4D version of pong, played inside a hypercube, using spherical paddles.
Perhaps someone with a quicker mind and more math training could elucidate upon that thought?
People in the old days were such idiots!
Stupid AC!
I'm joking.
The A9 toolbar only works in Microsoft Internet Explorer.
A9 bowls a Googly
Karma: Coma, mostly due to Massive Attack
His exact words for YOU, Mr. Anoymous Coward:
"Meep mee, me meep meep meemeemee meep!"
Dag, yo. You got served! You better apologize.
The Swedish Chef had these words of congratulation:
"He-a's a greet mun, a guud freeend. Thees echeeefement feenelly recugneezes zee cuntreebooshuns he-a hes mede-a tu zee sceeence-a und zee betterment ooff hoomuneety. I shell beke-a a ceke-a in hees hunur! Bork Bork Bork!"
I know scotsman.com looks fishy, but it's not a troll link, folks. It's news.scotsman.com, Scotland's national newspaper online. It's not a troll. I'll bet my karma on it. :)
Here is an article that is un-slashdotted as of 0057 Universal Time.
Nudity.
Check this out, dude. Twas on slashdot a bit ago.
Therefore, I'd imagine he uses a 6800 Ultra. And from watching the G4/TechTV stuff on Doom 3, he has a huge CRT! It looks like it weighs 300 pounds.
RENDER THIS. *BOOM*
(Evil Dead 2 reference, crowd. I love that movie.)
I don't need no convincing for a NSX!
In lots of the in-game logs and emails, they say that whatever's taking place in Delta labs is draing most of the power from the rest of the base. One specifically attributes the darkness and flikcering lights to this.
So what do imaginary men run?
;)
HURD perhaps?
Interesting, /james. I've never tried to do it like that. Thanks for the input.
Hee, well, I'm glad to be of service, Bungi. If I can ever be of further assistance to you, please, do not hesitate to contact me.
I do most of my trolling these days IN JAPAN, but thanks muchly, bud! :D
Please see here.
I have more than 1 machine, bud, and the basic W2K install media, and lotsa hard drives lying around, so I can eventually get the failed SP4 outta there. If not, I can do a fresh install on a different drive.
I conceed that the thread-head could be considered misleading by some, but I intended no deceit, and the overall meaning is unchanged. HAND.
Yeah, I must be clicking INSTALL too hard. ;)