Major Depression IS a person. I served under him for three years, starting when he was just a first lieutenant. Have some respect even if you're one of those clueless little shits who hate the military, because it's people like Major Depression who make it possible for you to kill yourself, you ungrateful dead.
Currently used methods of executions are passe. Lethal injection? It's like using poison and it's older than Socrates. Hanging? Old hat as well. Gassing them is nazi and beheading is too ISIS-like. The electric chair is a Thomas Edison art deco thing that is desperately out of fashion. As for the firing squad, it's way too romantic and should be reserved for cool people like spies and stuff like that. Since we're in the 21st century, let's devise new ways: bombard them with neutron for instance, or shoot them into orbit and have them burned up on re-entry. Or nuke them. What about it? Put them in an underground cell with a low-yield warhead. Or do it in batches: put a thousand condemned on a deserted island and then hit it with a MIRV. Airburst so there's little contamination and we can reuse the island. Be modern, dammit.
Calm down. I know Vista was bad. I understand Windows 8 has its fair share of issues. And Office's ribbon is crap. But killing yourself over owning a MS product is, like, totally overkilling yourself, dude.
What did he expect? This guy is a quebecker. He's been quebecking people left and right for who knows how long. It's time he faces justice for all those he has quebecked.
You lack imagination and ambition: tell the cloned criminal that if he can catch and execute the original within a certain timeframe, he'll be free to go and start a new life. Of course you're not going to tell him about the build-in time limit that will terminate his metabolism after the timeframe has expired.
Yeah, like we cannot take on more than one problem at a time, right? Face it: homelessness in Sim City IS A PROBLEM. It needs to be addressed NOW. It's not like all those homeless are going away if you ignore them. What are you going to do, force them to emigrate? To where, the Mushroom Kingdom? In case you haven't noticed there's a permanent status of civil war there. Some of these homeless people are veterans with severe psych issues and they're of all ages - from Battlezone tank crewmembers to Call of Duty former SpecOps - they need HELP. So get off your high Skyrim-imported horse and press F12, dammit!
In the 1889 novel "Three Men in a Boat" by Jerome K. Jerome, the protagonist enters a library, gets some medical books and diagnoses himself to being afflicted by all ills known to mankind except the housemaid's knee. This makes the trope Older than Electric Lightning. Go away.
You never have enough of it, don't you? Wonder how that toy will glow when we stick it up your bunghole after beating you up and shitting on your faces.
My grandpa has a prescription for nitroglycerin, heart problems and all. Next time I travel with him I'll carry some dynamite. You know, it's actually safer.
I agree with you on two things: journalists are not persons and euros are fascists. However, only one was killed and that was a photoreporter (not exactly a journalist and hence a real person). Case closed, you will be escorted out by security rapists now.
Calm down. I see from the quantity and increasing rage in your posts that you're approaching Elliot Rodger-point. I know how bitter you are. I understand that having your high-school crush swept away by a handsome, athletic and brilliant aerospace engineer must hurt. I'm less condoning of the stalking you did afterwards, and I really hoped that the restraining order would have hammered home that no, she doesn't want anything to do with you, she wasn't even a friend of yours, she never spoke to you and she never ackowledged your existence until you started really bothering her. The fact that you're now a registered sex offender doesn't help. Not even libraries let you in now since you went on a rage and ripped to pieces those SF books whose covers she drew (she's an amazingly talented artist, I wonder where she finds the time with three kids). So yes, I know why you go all purple-faced whenever "space" is mentioned. But it's high time you put some order in your life and by "order" I mean find something useful to do with the scarce means and no talent you're stuck with. I know, it's not much and with your record you won't even be able to go flip burgers. But, really, you should ask for help. Don't be a "perfect gentleman" and go on a failed spree. Don't be remembered for killing or wounding a couple of innocent bystanders while you vent your impotent rage. If you really have to do anything violent, do it to yourself and be done with it. You can still retain some honor and be remembered as the guy who offed himself out of depression, instead of the guy who tried to go on a rampage for having being caught jerking off in a woman's office. Consider your fate: unlike me and that aerospace engineer, you were never born to succeed so it's not entirely your fault.
LOAD"PROGRAM",8,1 is from disk, loserboy nerd. From tape is LOAD"PROGRAM",1 and it was usually omitted. POKE yourself in the eye and SYS64738 your useless turdbrain.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side. Oh, too bad, it's the UK so no blasters allowed. Enjoy eating imperial poodoo, loserboys. Oh wait, the UK used to be the Empire. So not sorry to blow up your not-a-moon puppy battlestation, you limey fascistoid stormtrooper-loving scruffy-looking nerf humpers.
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Major Depression IS a person. I served under him for three years, starting when he was just a first lieutenant. Have some respect even if you're one of those clueless little shits who hate the military, because it's people like Major Depression who make it possible for you to kill yourself, you ungrateful dead.
Wouldn't it be good to be a mercenary in Iceland? Think of it, ninjas working for pirates...
Haha, we have plenty of skulls! Carpets of them! You'll never manage to crush them all!
Currently used methods of executions are passe. Lethal injection? It's like using poison and it's older than Socrates. Hanging? Old hat as well. Gassing them is nazi and beheading is too ISIS-like. The electric chair is a Thomas Edison art deco thing that is desperately out of fashion. As for the firing squad, it's way too romantic and should be reserved for cool people like spies and stuff like that. Since we're in the 21st century, let's devise new ways: bombard them with neutron for instance, or shoot them into orbit and have them burned up on re-entry. Or nuke them. What about it? Put them in an underground cell with a low-yield warhead. Or do it in batches: put a thousand condemned on a deserted island and then hit it with a MIRV. Airburst so there's little contamination and we can reuse the island. Be modern, dammit.
Calm down. I know Vista was bad. I understand Windows 8 has its fair share of issues. And Office's ribbon is crap. But killing yourself over owning a MS product is, like, totally overkilling yourself, dude.
What did he expect? This guy is a quebecker. He's been quebecking people left and right for who knows how long. It's time he faces justice for all those he has quebecked.
You lack imagination and ambition: tell the cloned criminal that if he can catch and execute the original within a certain timeframe, he'll be free to go and start a new life. Of course you're not going to tell him about the build-in time limit that will terminate his metabolism after the timeframe has expired.
I hope it doesn't splatter anywhere. It would be a horror.
... Shit happens. (Sunglasses).
That SchrÃdinger guy? I heard he gets a hard-on putting cute animals in box and then telling people they're undead and shit.
When all mainframes are shipped to India, only Indians will have mainframes. Or, to use a car analogy: vroom, vroom, vroom, screech, crash.
Yeah, like we cannot take on more than one problem at a time, right? Face it: homelessness in Sim City IS A PROBLEM. It needs to be addressed NOW. It's not like all those homeless are going away if you ignore them. What are you going to do, force them to emigrate? To where, the Mushroom Kingdom? In case you haven't noticed there's a permanent status of civil war there. Some of these homeless people are veterans with severe psych issues and they're of all ages - from Battlezone tank crewmembers to Call of Duty former SpecOps - they need HELP. So get off your high Skyrim-imported horse and press F12, dammit!
In the 1889 novel "Three Men in a Boat" by Jerome K. Jerome, the protagonist enters a library, gets some medical books and diagnoses himself to being afflicted by all ills known to mankind except the housemaid's knee. This makes the trope Older than Electric Lightning. Go away.
You never have enough of it, don't you? Wonder how that toy will glow when we stick it up your bunghole after beating you up and shitting on your faces.
If you died in the wool how the fuck are you posting? Are you a sheep-fucking zombie, hunh?
My grandpa has a prescription for nitroglycerin, heart problems and all. Next time I travel with him I'll carry some dynamite. You know, it's actually safer.
I agree with you on two things: journalists are not persons and euros are fascists. However, only one was killed and that was a photoreporter (not exactly a journalist and hence a real person). Case closed, you will be escorted out by security rapists now.
He's given us a bunghole from which flammable gases erupt. That should have given us some idea, loserboy.
Calm down. I see from the quantity and increasing rage in your posts that you're approaching Elliot Rodger-point. I know how bitter you are. I understand that having your high-school crush swept away by a handsome, athletic and brilliant aerospace engineer must hurt. I'm less condoning of the stalking you did afterwards, and I really hoped that the restraining order would have hammered home that no, she doesn't want anything to do with you, she wasn't even a friend of yours, she never spoke to you and she never ackowledged your existence until you started really bothering her. The fact that you're now a registered sex offender doesn't help. Not even libraries let you in now since you went on a rage and ripped to pieces those SF books whose covers she drew (she's an amazingly talented artist, I wonder where she finds the time with three kids). So yes, I know why you go all purple-faced whenever "space" is mentioned. But it's high time you put some order in your life and by "order" I mean find something useful to do with the scarce means and no talent you're stuck with. I know, it's not much and with your record you won't even be able to go flip burgers. But, really, you should ask for help. Don't be a "perfect gentleman" and go on a failed spree. Don't be remembered for killing or wounding a couple of innocent bystanders while you vent your impotent rage. If you really have to do anything violent, do it to yourself and be done with it. You can still retain some honor and be remembered as the guy who offed himself out of depression, instead of the guy who tried to go on a rampage for having being caught jerking off in a woman's office. Consider your fate: unlike me and that aerospace engineer, you were never born to succeed so it's not entirely your fault.
... You can't take the sky from me.
Bring some flares and maybe a blowtorch.
LOAD"PROGRAM",8,1 is from disk, loserboy nerd. From tape is LOAD"PROGRAM",1 and it was usually omitted. POKE yourself in the eye and SYS64738 your useless turdbrain.
All hail the great and powerful Oz! For he's a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was!
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side. Oh, too bad, it's the UK so no blasters allowed. Enjoy eating imperial poodoo, loserboys. Oh wait, the UK used to be the Empire. So not sorry to blow up your not-a-moon puppy battlestation, you limey fascistoid stormtrooper-loving scruffy-looking nerf humpers.