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Yes, it`s been done before.
No, it won`t be as lond as the FOG version.
Why am I trying it out anyway?
The PS2 forum is a very interesting place to be, but it can also be a little quiet. I though perhaps if we had a topic with several hundred replies lurking at the top, things would look more popular.
Feel free to use the topic to talk about anything. Either the latest PS2 game, latest ideas for including some female star in a game etc... or even just the usual chat that happens all over.
As I expect this to fail, I`ve decided to spend a little while pushing up the replies. No spamming, just lots of nonsense :-)
Any help would be great, it`d be boring to have a whole topic with replies from only me.
No, it won`t be as lond as the FOG version.
Why am I trying it out anyway?
The PS2 forum is a very interesting place to be, but it can also be a little quiet. I though perhaps if we had a topic with several hundred replies lurking at the top, things would look more popular.
Feel free to use the topic to talk about anything. Either the latest PS2 game, latest ideas for including some female star in a game etc... or even just the usual chat that happens all over.
As I expect this to fail, I`ve decided to spend a little while pushing up the replies. No spamming, just lots of nonsense :-)
Any help would be great, it`d be boring to have a whole topic with replies from only me.
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Morning.
sorry not going to read...
Its already small enough.
SHORTEN AND I MIGHT READ.
Quite good, what happened to the racoon?
Let me tell ye a tale...
It involves a racoon, a pumpkin, a spoon and a fat man...
It was Halloween night and there was no noise coming from the street near by, which was very odd for this of the year for it was the time of trick and treating of course. In one of the small, quaint houses that led on to the street was a fat, retired Russian bull fighter, named Solkalski. He would often just spend his days inside his huge bed, not moving a muscle. It only got cleaned three times a year, so it smelt, it was an odd smell, like mouldy biscuits and rum. It was Halloween and Solkalski knew what was coming, the same thing that happened every year, some young punks as he called them would egg his house then pathetically throw some flour over the wet egg so it stuck. His house never got cleaned so it was quite an eye saw, but that is the way he liked it. Suddenly he heard a noise from the street. It sounded wet and fleshy. The fat bull fighter rose with a start, for the first time in many years he began to head towards the white, egg floured window, he peered out with a struggle. His breath kept steaming up the window, but he wiped down and opened it slowly to see his dustbins turned over on the floor spewing the contents all over the place. There were banana skins, sweaty liquids in containers. Then he noticed a bushy tail like object inside one of his bins, he thought it was just the kids mucking around again, how wrong he was. By this time Solkalski was angry because he had to climb out of his bed for the first time in ages, so he grabbed a near by rusted green spoon in his hand and threw it towards the bushy tail. It hit the bin with a mighty bang and some more garbage juice leaked out, the tail began to move, slowly at first and then faster. The thing or creature inside the bin suddenly turned around to reveal its terrible head. It was a melted, smouldered, orange with specks of black head with an evil grin and two pointy eyes and its head had been cut off as if it had gone through some serious surgery, Solkalski let out a scream, his breath hitting his own face almost knocked him out, but Solkalski looked closer, then realised what a fool he had been it was not a monster, but a mere animal with a rotten pumpkin on its head. The animal was a racoon, Solkalski's heart slowed down again. He began to approach the racoon. When he finally reached it after a struggle down some stairs and a roll in the grass he noticed that it was quite a friendly creature with no intentions to hurt no living creature at all. The bull fighter then patted it on its head, it bit him, but Solkalski took it as affection for him. A start of a relationship.
Dont question it, just except it for what it is.
It involves a racoon, a pumpkin, a spoon and a fat man...
It was Halloween night and there was no noise coming from the street near by, which was very odd for this of the year for it was the time of trick and treating of course. In one of the small, quaint houses that led on to the street was a fat, retired Russian bull fighter, named Solkalski. He would often just spend his days inside his huge bed, not moving a muscle. It only got cleaned three times a year, so it smelt, it was an odd smell, like mouldy biscuits and rum. It was Halloween and Solkalski knew what was coming, the same thing that happened every year, some young punks as he called them would egg his house then pathetically throw some flour over the wet egg so it stuck. His house never got cleaned so it was quite an eye saw, but that is the way he liked it. Suddenly he heard a noise from the street. It sounded wet and fleshy. The fat bull fighter rose with a start, for the first time in many years he began to head towards the white, egg floured window, he peered out with a struggle. His breath kept steaming up the window, but he wiped down and opened it slowly to see his dustbins turned over on the floor spewing the contents all over the place. There were banana skins, sweaty liquids in containers. Then he noticed a bushy tail like object inside one of his bins, he thought it was just the kids mucking around again, how wrong he was. By this time Solkalski was angry because he had to climb out of his bed for the first time in ages, so he grabbed a near by rusted green spoon in his hand and threw it towards the bushy tail. It hit the bin with a mighty bang and some more garbage juice leaked out, the tail began to move, slowly at first and then faster. The thing or creature inside the bin suddenly turned around to reveal its terrible head. It was a melted, smouldered, orange with specks of black head with an evil grin and two pointy eyes and its head had been cut off as if it had gone through some serious surgery, Solkalski let out a scream, his breath hitting his own face almost knocked him out, but Solkalski looked closer, then realised what a fool he had been it was not a monster, but a mere animal with a rotten pumpkin on its head. The animal was a racoon, Solkalski's heart slowed down again. He began to approach the racoon. When he finally reached it after a struggle down some stairs and a roll in the grass he noticed that it was quite a friendly creature with no intentions to hurt no living creature at all. The bull fighter then patted it on its head, it bit him, but Solkalski took it as affection for him. A start of a relationship.
Dont question it, just except it for what it is.
No he hasnt ye drunk!
morninng everybody, been playing on Eye Toy.....STUPID KUNG FU!!....i woke up with pains from it yesterday.
anyway ssxpro has been here for a while...usually when you were not around.
anyway ssxpro has been here for a while...usually when you were not around.
ssxpro you have returned?
Wow! Sorry, I've never seen one of those warning things with the yellow card. I could probably look around and read about it, but can't be bothered. I guess its just a similar system to football. How interesting.
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