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(You see, I really need Grix awake at the moment, and I'm afraid he's going to fall asleep on his keyboard any second. It would be fantastically human of you, if you could possibly write something interesting in this thread.)
(If you really need help for me to tell you what's interesting and what's not... I overestimate you. But all the same, so I don't have to worry, I'm going to anyway.)
(Interesting: Funny story that happened to you. Not interesting: Funny story that happened to you while you were drunk.)
(Interesting: How you once took down three people when they cornered you and asked you for your wallet. Not interesting: How you once took down three people in Goldeneye in the space of a few seconds.)
(I'm sure you have enough knowledge now. Just write stuff, interesting stuff that's happened to you. If this forum doesn't fill, apart from Grix dozing away, I'll also be left with the same taste in my mouth from you people as I taste now. To be fair, I'm utterly convinced half of you haven't done anything exciting in your entire life, and this is at least your chance to prove me wrong.)
(Anything. Just tell us about yourself. Maybe something you've been meaning to get off your chest.)
> My mate jumped off the ferry on the way to Calais, he got bollcoked :D
That's pretty funny
Oooops that could count for a story when i was drunk...
He also plans on buying a T-Shirt with the slogan "I Eat Glue" on it. Not because it's funny, but because he has eaten glue as well ("It smelled like sugar and it tasted like sugar too"). He ate money in a geography lesson, partly because the teacher didn't believe he would, it was only a 5p and he said it didn't hurt too much on exit.
And thats just one of the strange people I know, plenty more where that came from.
I throw up regularly, which aint pretty and so makes me lose half of my days food before it even drops into my duodenum. Nich schlect. Recently I've been feeling tired. A lot. I nearly fell asleep during a cricket match this afternoon (You woudlt hink this was normal had it not been for the fact that I was batting) and I've got a cut on my hand that won't heal. It's been there for 3 weeks and all that's happened to it is it's got a thin layer of skin on the bottom of the pit. As well as that I've got a really odd thing on my mouth, no idea what it is. But it prevents me from opening m,y mouth very wide so makes it harder for me to eat.
Our family has a history of diabetes and all the symptoms I'm showing (Very tired, cuts not healing etc) are almost exactly the same as my brothers just before he got diabetes. And this worries me. I have a phbia of needles and so sticking one into me 3 times a day doesn't exactly fill me with joy. It also means I'll have to limit the eating of one of my favourite foods. Chocolate. And don't start raving about diabetic-chocolate, it's foul.
Well, I guess it's off to the bog with one of those diabetes testy stick things again... Bah...
> Want me to talk about my lesbian experiance?
Wait 3 minutes until 9 O'clock....
...and then its past the watershed and perfectly legal....
......we will all be listening....