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In August 2000, a poster resigns up with the username Grix Thraves in the hope that he can win more games using a new name. Six months later, he is the second notable ever voted in.
This is his story.
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Grix sits in a small cramped room on a broken chair. His feet are resting on the room's only radiator, which is also broken. I am offered a broken seat to sit on. The back is missing, I don't ask why.
"I came onto the forums first as... Monkey, I think. Yeah. I wanted to win a game, and I did, second topic I made, I think. Yeah."
We ask him to continue.
"Err, well... then I stopped, and changed my name."
To Grix Thraves, we say.
"Yeah."
"Where did that name actually arise from?"
"I dunno, I just thought of it."
"Really? Wow."
Grix spins around in his chair, almost knocking a pile of papers to his right onto the ground.
Grix Thraves is a remarkable creature... one moment, you'll think he's the stupidest man who ever lived, and then another moment, you'll watch him with intrigue... just wondering exactly what the hell goes on inside that head of his...
"So, why did you sign up again?"
"I wanted to win again."
"Really."
It's quite apparent that Grix is of a higher intellect. He seems very quiet, and appears very thoughtful. He signs onto the forums, and chews his thumb.
"How many games have you won now?"
Grix clicks around on the forums, and reads out the number on the screen.
"Oh. Really." We say.
It's obvious now that we really are going to do all the work for this interview to happen. Grix doesn't speak, he just slouches there, and clicks and types.
"You... err... you started to talk to your brain, that was about November, I understand?"
Grix pauses. "Yeah."
"Why... err... what did he say, first, how did he introduce himself?"
"I think he just said hi."
"Oh."
We're struggling.
"Look, mate, really, you aren't helping. We're supposed to be making you out to be interesting, thoughtful... the idolistic type, you know, notable worthy. Could you possibly answer with more than a sentence?"
"Ok."
"Right. Good. Tell us about the forums."
"Well... it all started off nearing July, August, where most of the notables were around. Of course we didn't know we would be notables and all. We just typed and stuff... we didn't have no edit details, no top posters, no regulars, newbies... we just had posts. It rocked."
"I remember this one time we had all got trapped in by this money making scam, on some website... can't remember the name... anyway, we all messed around on that, making money for eachother... and we managed to make Ali make a topic! That was great... Wow, back in those days, Ali would hardly ever appear... only to shout at us, you know. We didn't even know about Tony."
"Then the day came when we started off the Fog Stories... that was great, just writing a news story, and bam, we've got the whole lot of us suddenly on the same reception, and we're off writing a bloody story. I'm animating that now."
"Yeah. We know."
"Oh." Grix looked back at the screen. "Do you want to see some stuff I've done? It's really cool, I've got all them..."
"They'll be time for that later, I'm sure."
"Oh, ok." Grix looked around again. "What was I saying?"
"Story."
"Oh yeah!... that was great, and Ali came into it, asking us to keep going and all... superb. And then the World's Longest Thread... Snoochy having a go at me because I won. Cool."
"You wrote something a while back about how you were going through troubled times during that period?"
"Yeah. I thought I was dying and stuff. It was a bit odd."
"In what way?"
"Well, thinking you're going to die all the time, as in that sort of odd. You know."
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In an attempt to try and increase the entertainment value, the Grix interview was scrapped, and we decided to interview Sniper instead.
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"So, why did you come to the forums in the first place?"
"I wanted to win a game."
"Oh, great... did you have something in mind to write, you know?"
"No."
"Ok."
We stare at Sniper. He stares at the floor.
"Err... Sniper?"
He continues to stare at the floor.
"Tell us about the forums."
"They were great, but now they suck. They're all gay."
"Who are?"
"Ali and people. Gay."
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"So, Sheepy. You became a notable because you weren't quite close enough to get in... do you feel bad, you know, just getting in because someone felt sorry for you?"
"No. I'm a notable, that's all that matters. I got more votes than the rest of you, so you can kiss my great furry Scot."
"Ok."
"What? Ok?" Sheepy asks, shocked.
"What? Err... sorry, no, we're just... you know, saying..."
"You coming on to me?"
"WHAT? No! Really, sorry, we didn't mean to say, look man..."
"I'm flattered, but I'm not gay, really."
"Look! I'm not coming on to you!"
The room goes silent for a few seconds.
"You've always had a very deep outlook on life, what do you say inspires you to feel so deeply, and the topics you write?"
"Well, I listen to a lot of Radiohead and stuff, and I just see so much stupidity in the world, you know, and I just get so fed up with people who just follow the same old route, you know. Like wrestling, that's just followed by a bunch of stupid pre-pubecent teenagers, watching the all oiled up men, jumping over eachother, and rubbing themselves, you know. It's just so gay."
"Great, right."
"What? Great? What are you on about? You ARE coming on to me, stop!"
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"Fantasymeister, you left for a long period this year, and now it seems you're back in full steam, with a win already. But why did you leave in the first place, were you fed up with forum life?"
"Well... some of the stuff, the new stuff... I was away for a long time playing Planetarion, as you probably know... It kept me busy, and I didn't really see much point in going to the forums. Then of course came Legend of Mir... but I kept away from Special Reserve, mainly because of the way that things had been set out. The regular newbies system... the Fog split, you know, stuff like that. I didn't really like the way it was going, and people were spamming just to become a regular, or to get their name to the top of the list."
Finally... it looked as if we were onto a roll. Someone who was interesting.
"Your catchphrase... what was it... ah yes "Always Correct". Can you confirm that for us?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"I'm off now, I've got Final Fantasy 8 to complete. See you."
FANTASYMEISTER MAY OR MAY NOT REPLY BECAUSE HIS STATUS IS SET TO OFFLINE.
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"You're posting quite a few more topics recently, Meka... sudden rush of inspiration?"
"No, not really, I just can't be bothered to pay for Christmas presents."
"Oh."
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"Rasta, were you surprised when you became a notable?"
"No... should I have been?"
"Well... err..."
"Flooogge."
"What?"
"Mibble!"
"Sorry?"
"Being a notable is cool, I get to be gold and stuff. Miguggaaa."
"What the hell are you blabbering about?"
"Mueeeerrrrhaaagagagaga."
"Stop it!"
"Jummmgggiogg!"
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"Goatboy, sir. You are a very passionate person... defending your views to death, it seems."
"Yup." Goatboy grinned.
Ok, this could go well... seems a nice relaxed attitude in here...
"Err... you growing a beard?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Well... can see a little stubble... just there..." We point out.
"What? I'm not growing a poncy beard! What the hell?"
"Well, it just looks..."
"What? Because I can't be bothered to shave for ONE FUNNING DAY! For Chrisst sake! I suppose if I don't wash for one day them I'm living rough then, am I?"
"No, we just thought you were..."
"I CAN'T believe you can just assume that someone is doing something just because they can't be arsed to shave! Jesus man!"
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"I wrote a story, want to read it?"
"Well, actually, we've got to..."
"Would you like to read my story." Ant said, quieter.
"Ok, err... yeah, ok." We take the story.
Ant watches us as we read through it. "Hmmmm."
"Hmmmm?" He asks.
"Err... no, nothing, really."
"Hmmmm is most definitely not nothing. Look mate, if the stories crap, just say."
"It's not crap, really..."
"Jese... I spend half the year working on that. And it's not QUITE good enough for you, is it? Bollards to you, if you think you can write a better story, go on, do so."
Ant grabs the story, and rips it up in front of our eyes.
"Well THANK you for ruining my life. I'll never write again because I'm NOT QUITE GOOD ENOUGH."
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"Wookiee Monster. You're seen as the quite literal God of the PS2 forums... do you feel any more special than the rest of the posters?"
"I'm feeling... what's that, Your Honour... kill him... but Your Honour, I've only... But... He's my friend... but, what? With a spade? From behind? I can't... but... oh.. he did WHAT!"
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"er-no, please. Say something interesting."
"What?"
"For God's sake, we're running out of notables."
"I don't even go on the forums anymore though.... whoop! I'm back!"
"What?"
"I'm fed up with this place, I'm leaving... oh no I'm not! I'm back!"
"er-no?"
"I really can't be bothered to post anymore... Hi! Did you miss me!"
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"Pb, we're getting desperate. Really."
"Pb?"
We look around the room... we're sure he was here a second ago...
"Pb?"
"I'm right here."
We look around, he's standing right behind us.
"What! How did you get there?"
"I've been here for hours."
"No, no... you were sitting..."
We look around again. He's gone.
"Pb? Pb, where are you?"
We turn around again... he's sitting in the chair.
"I thought you were going to interview me?"
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"So Axel, did you ever get worried about all those people that just dropped from the sky?"
"Yeah... it was getting rather worrying when you just walk down the street, and you get mugged by two men who fall from the sky... but that's how life goes on the STREETS OF RAGE!"
Axel stands and shouts.
We back away.
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If there is a moral to be learnt here, then it would be that notables are not the most intelligent, loved and wonderful creatures to brace the forums. They're boring, and they're scary.
Good night, all.
This is his story.
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Grix sits in a small cramped room on a broken chair. His feet are resting on the room's only radiator, which is also broken. I am offered a broken seat to sit on. The back is missing, I don't ask why.
"I came onto the forums first as... Monkey, I think. Yeah. I wanted to win a game, and I did, second topic I made, I think. Yeah."
We ask him to continue.
"Err, well... then I stopped, and changed my name."
To Grix Thraves, we say.
"Yeah."
"Where did that name actually arise from?"
"I dunno, I just thought of it."
"Really? Wow."
Grix spins around in his chair, almost knocking a pile of papers to his right onto the ground.
Grix Thraves is a remarkable creature... one moment, you'll think he's the stupidest man who ever lived, and then another moment, you'll watch him with intrigue... just wondering exactly what the hell goes on inside that head of his...
"So, why did you sign up again?"
"I wanted to win again."
"Really."
It's quite apparent that Grix is of a higher intellect. He seems very quiet, and appears very thoughtful. He signs onto the forums, and chews his thumb.
"How many games have you won now?"
Grix clicks around on the forums, and reads out the number on the screen.
"Oh. Really." We say.
It's obvious now that we really are going to do all the work for this interview to happen. Grix doesn't speak, he just slouches there, and clicks and types.
"You... err... you started to talk to your brain, that was about November, I understand?"
Grix pauses. "Yeah."
"Why... err... what did he say, first, how did he introduce himself?"
"I think he just said hi."
"Oh."
We're struggling.
"Look, mate, really, you aren't helping. We're supposed to be making you out to be interesting, thoughtful... the idolistic type, you know, notable worthy. Could you possibly answer with more than a sentence?"
"Ok."
"Right. Good. Tell us about the forums."
"Well... it all started off nearing July, August, where most of the notables were around. Of course we didn't know we would be notables and all. We just typed and stuff... we didn't have no edit details, no top posters, no regulars, newbies... we just had posts. It rocked."
"I remember this one time we had all got trapped in by this money making scam, on some website... can't remember the name... anyway, we all messed around on that, making money for eachother... and we managed to make Ali make a topic! That was great... Wow, back in those days, Ali would hardly ever appear... only to shout at us, you know. We didn't even know about Tony."
"Then the day came when we started off the Fog Stories... that was great, just writing a news story, and bam, we've got the whole lot of us suddenly on the same reception, and we're off writing a bloody story. I'm animating that now."
"Yeah. We know."
"Oh." Grix looked back at the screen. "Do you want to see some stuff I've done? It's really cool, I've got all them..."
"They'll be time for that later, I'm sure."
"Oh, ok." Grix looked around again. "What was I saying?"
"Story."
"Oh yeah!... that was great, and Ali came into it, asking us to keep going and all... superb. And then the World's Longest Thread... Snoochy having a go at me because I won. Cool."
"You wrote something a while back about how you were going through troubled times during that period?"
"Yeah. I thought I was dying and stuff. It was a bit odd."
"In what way?"
"Well, thinking you're going to die all the time, as in that sort of odd. You know."
--------------
In an attempt to try and increase the entertainment value, the Grix interview was scrapped, and we decided to interview Sniper instead.
---------------
"So, why did you come to the forums in the first place?"
"I wanted to win a game."
"Oh, great... did you have something in mind to write, you know?"
"No."
"Ok."
We stare at Sniper. He stares at the floor.
"Err... Sniper?"
He continues to stare at the floor.
"Tell us about the forums."
"They were great, but now they suck. They're all gay."
"Who are?"
"Ali and people. Gay."
-----------------
"So, Sheepy. You became a notable because you weren't quite close enough to get in... do you feel bad, you know, just getting in because someone felt sorry for you?"
"No. I'm a notable, that's all that matters. I got more votes than the rest of you, so you can kiss my great furry Scot."
"Ok."
"What? Ok?" Sheepy asks, shocked.
"What? Err... sorry, no, we're just... you know, saying..."
"You coming on to me?"
"WHAT? No! Really, sorry, we didn't mean to say, look man..."
"I'm flattered, but I'm not gay, really."
"Look! I'm not coming on to you!"
The room goes silent for a few seconds.
"You've always had a very deep outlook on life, what do you say inspires you to feel so deeply, and the topics you write?"
"Well, I listen to a lot of Radiohead and stuff, and I just see so much stupidity in the world, you know, and I just get so fed up with people who just follow the same old route, you know. Like wrestling, that's just followed by a bunch of stupid pre-pubecent teenagers, watching the all oiled up men, jumping over eachother, and rubbing themselves, you know. It's just so gay."
"Great, right."
"What? Great? What are you on about? You ARE coming on to me, stop!"
----------------
"Fantasymeister, you left for a long period this year, and now it seems you're back in full steam, with a win already. But why did you leave in the first place, were you fed up with forum life?"
"Well... some of the stuff, the new stuff... I was away for a long time playing Planetarion, as you probably know... It kept me busy, and I didn't really see much point in going to the forums. Then of course came Legend of Mir... but I kept away from Special Reserve, mainly because of the way that things had been set out. The regular newbies system... the Fog split, you know, stuff like that. I didn't really like the way it was going, and people were spamming just to become a regular, or to get their name to the top of the list."
Finally... it looked as if we were onto a roll. Someone who was interesting.
"Your catchphrase... what was it... ah yes "Always Correct". Can you confirm that for us?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"I'm off now, I've got Final Fantasy 8 to complete. See you."
FANTASYMEISTER MAY OR MAY NOT REPLY BECAUSE HIS STATUS IS SET TO OFFLINE.
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"You're posting quite a few more topics recently, Meka... sudden rush of inspiration?"
"No, not really, I just can't be bothered to pay for Christmas presents."
"Oh."
------------
"Rasta, were you surprised when you became a notable?"
"No... should I have been?"
"Well... err..."
"Flooogge."
"What?"
"Mibble!"
"Sorry?"
"Being a notable is cool, I get to be gold and stuff. Miguggaaa."
"What the hell are you blabbering about?"
"Mueeeerrrrhaaagagagaga."
"Stop it!"
"Jummmgggiogg!"
--------------
"Goatboy, sir. You are a very passionate person... defending your views to death, it seems."
"Yup." Goatboy grinned.
Ok, this could go well... seems a nice relaxed attitude in here...
"Err... you growing a beard?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Well... can see a little stubble... just there..." We point out.
"What? I'm not growing a poncy beard! What the hell?"
"Well, it just looks..."
"What? Because I can't be bothered to shave for ONE FUNNING DAY! For Chrisst sake! I suppose if I don't wash for one day them I'm living rough then, am I?"
"No, we just thought you were..."
"I CAN'T believe you can just assume that someone is doing something just because they can't be arsed to shave! Jesus man!"
------------
"I wrote a story, want to read it?"
"Well, actually, we've got to..."
"Would you like to read my story." Ant said, quieter.
"Ok, err... yeah, ok." We take the story.
Ant watches us as we read through it. "Hmmmm."
"Hmmmm?" He asks.
"Err... no, nothing, really."
"Hmmmm is most definitely not nothing. Look mate, if the stories crap, just say."
"It's not crap, really..."
"Jese... I spend half the year working on that. And it's not QUITE good enough for you, is it? Bollards to you, if you think you can write a better story, go on, do so."
Ant grabs the story, and rips it up in front of our eyes.
"Well THANK you for ruining my life. I'll never write again because I'm NOT QUITE GOOD ENOUGH."
-----------------
"Wookiee Monster. You're seen as the quite literal God of the PS2 forums... do you feel any more special than the rest of the posters?"
"I'm feeling... what's that, Your Honour... kill him... but Your Honour, I've only... But... He's my friend... but, what? With a spade? From behind? I can't... but... oh.. he did WHAT!"
------------------
"er-no, please. Say something interesting."
"What?"
"For God's sake, we're running out of notables."
"I don't even go on the forums anymore though.... whoop! I'm back!"
"What?"
"I'm fed up with this place, I'm leaving... oh no I'm not! I'm back!"
"er-no?"
"I really can't be bothered to post anymore... Hi! Did you miss me!"
--------------
"Pb, we're getting desperate. Really."
"Pb?"
We look around the room... we're sure he was here a second ago...
"Pb?"
"I'm right here."
We look around, he's standing right behind us.
"What! How did you get there?"
"I've been here for hours."
"No, no... you were sitting..."
We look around again. He's gone.
"Pb? Pb, where are you?"
We turn around again... he's sitting in the chair.
"I thought you were going to interview me?"
------------------
"So Axel, did you ever get worried about all those people that just dropped from the sky?"
"Yeah... it was getting rather worrying when you just walk down the street, and you get mugged by two men who fall from the sky... but that's how life goes on the STREETS OF RAGE!"
Axel stands and shouts.
We back away.
------------
If there is a moral to be learnt here, then it would be that notables are not the most intelligent, loved and wonderful creatures to brace the forums. They're boring, and they're scary.
Good night, all.
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Are ufo's real ?
I think Grix just threw in Axel Stone the peace officer from Streets of Rage for extra effect. I've never seen him post on the forums to my knowledge.
Just wondering... who is Axel? I have only been here for 2 months and haven't seen stuff by him. He still around?
Thanks Ant. I didn't really deserve it though. :0)
Hehe, nice win there Grix, congrats.
Grix Wrote:
""Wookiee Monster. You're seen as the quite literal God of the PS2 forums... do you feel any more special than the rest of the posters?"
"I'm feeling... what's that, Your Honour... kill him... but Your Honour, I've only... But... He's my friend... but, what? With a spade? From behind? I can't... but... oh.. he did WHAT!" "
LOL!!!!
""Wookiee Monster. You're seen as the quite literal God of the PS2 forums... do you feel any more special than the rest of the posters?"
"I'm feeling... what's that, Your Honour... kill him... but Your Honour, I've only... But... He's my friend... but, what? With a spade? From behind? I can't... but... oh.. he did WHAT!" "
LOL!!!!
Game just reminded me of something I was going to add in but didn't because of the style.
I was going to Dringo or someone in, and when they were interviewed, after every sentence they said, they would say their name.
"Oh yeah, I think it really adds to the atmosphere. Thanks for hearing, Dringo."
"Pardon?"
"Sorry? Thanks for hearing, Dringo."
And so on.
I was going to Dringo or someone in, and when they were interviewed, after every sentence they said, they would say their name.
"Oh yeah, I think it really adds to the atmosphere. Thanks for hearing, Dringo."
"Pardon?"
"Sorry? Thanks for hearing, Dringo."
And so on.
lol...
Game
Game
Damn Darn and Blast :D
Your loss. :0)
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