The "General Games Chat" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
He looked over his shoulder cautiously, obviously something on his mind, something taunting him, even though it wasn’t present. Getting up, it was quite clear that he had a goal that he had to set out and complete, if only he knew exactly what it was.
Meanwhile, in some sort of dark area, very reminiscent of a graveyard, something very sinister is transpiring, something unimaginable and beyond the comprehension of most mere mortals, except those Notable Hunters, who conclusively consists of Dringo. In a word, Dringo is the only person who has the slightest understanding of these beats, their strengths and their weaknesses. Out of a bolt of lightning emerges something of unbelievable power, obviously with cruel intentions.
Back at Notable Hunter HQ, Dringo and his group of Notable Hunters just know that something is wrong, by instinct. However, what followed was a confirmation of this.
“Sir, it appears that we have a problem.”
“Stryke, what is it?”
“The world’s tectonic plates have shifted and all existence have shifted. Well, actually, there’s been a disturbance at the valley of lost n00bs.”
“The valley of lost newbs?”
“No, the valley of lost n00bs!”
“How do you say it like that? It’s such a metaphor…”
“Anyway sir, there is a creature of some sort, but we can’t get an exact description of it, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless…”
“Unless what!?”
“Unless…”
“For god’s sake!”
*SMASH*
“Jeez boss, I think you gave him a shiner!”
“Ok Sibs, get back to monitoring the system files of the Regular database.”
“Roger that.”
“And Sibs…”
“Yes?”
“One more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking like an utter git.”
“Roger that.”
*SMASH*
“Anyway, Stryke, please get off the floor and tell me how we can get an identity of this guy.”
“Basically, our plan is to send someone down there to ask who he is.”
“That’s your big plan?”
“…”
“I wasted two bloody good minutes that could’ve been spent looking at gay midget porn for this?”
“…”
*SMASH*
“So Stryke, as our head data analyst, what else do we know on him?”
“He is a new strain of Notable, one that we can’t quite pin down a description to and he does have a certain attraction to meat.”
“Meat?”
“Yes, meat. White meat, to be precise.”
“White meat?”
“Yes. The other OTHER white meat.”
“The other OTHER white meat?”
“For god’s sake! Yes!”
*SMASH*
“That’ll teach you to hit me again boss!”
“Security, have this…thing escorted out of the building.”
Suddenly a large group of security guards approach Stryke’s cubicle and when they turn around his swivel chair, they find a note.
“Gone to the Maldives!?”
“Right, Sibs, here’s the plan, we lure him with these sacks of meat and then kill him with these here crossbows.”
“Right, but why did you make me lug these massive bags around?”
“It’s a sacrifice I was willing to make! Now lay the sacks down and let’s move into position.”
A disturbance causes Dringo and Sibs to move to their hiding places closer as a dark figure races through the darkness, the smell of meet attracting him like a shark to blood. He pounces on the meat.
“What the ‘ell?”
“What!? Sibs, did you pack them with used OAP’s again?”
“Er…”
“Ah, but it looks like he’s going for the cake – good work Sibs…damn, he doesn’t buy it.”
“I did put a baby in it, honest!”
“Did you put it in BEFORE you baked?”
“Damn…”
“Freeze!” says Dringo, pointing a Crossbow at his head. “Who are you?”
“You silly mortals, never know when to stop hunting us”, he says, as he disappears momentarily. When we next see him, he is decked out in black vampire garb, with long fangs a drop of blood on his face.
“Oh my god…” cries Sibs.
“I am Edgy, the newest Notable. Prepare to die.”
“Oh no you don’t!” and with that, Dringo gets his Crossbow at the ready. “Stay back or I fire!”
Edgy gets closer and Dringo shoots.
*THRASH*
“Woah.”
“My katanas are superior to your old-fashioned weapons.”
*SPLAT*
“You killed him!”
“Yes, and you will be next, Dringo.”
“How do you know my na…”
“I used to be a Regular – duh!”
“Oh…”
“Prepare to die.”
“Never!!!” and so a giant battle scene ensues. Dringo kicks and punches but it does nothing to the vampire Notable.
*SPLAT*
“Muahaha! He’s finally dead, now there’s no more of these damn Notable Hunter stories! Whooo!” says Edgy as he dances around the room before disappearing into the darkness once again, just as someone else steps out of the darkness.
“Heh, that’s what he thinks! Edgy, I’m gonna get you! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha!” says Stryke.
*SPLAT*
“I don’t think so!”
The End. Of Dringo, Stryke and Sibs, that is. Edgy will live on forever, though.
LF.
Meanwhile, in some sort of dark area, very reminiscent of a graveyard, something very sinister is transpiring, something unimaginable and beyond the comprehension of most mere mortals, except those Notable Hunters, who conclusively consists of Dringo. In a word, Dringo is the only person who has the slightest understanding of these beats, their strengths and their weaknesses. Out of a bolt of lightning emerges something of unbelievable power, obviously with cruel intentions.
Back at Notable Hunter HQ, Dringo and his group of Notable Hunters just know that something is wrong, by instinct. However, what followed was a confirmation of this.
“Sir, it appears that we have a problem.”
“Stryke, what is it?”
“The world’s tectonic plates have shifted and all existence have shifted. Well, actually, there’s been a disturbance at the valley of lost n00bs.”
“The valley of lost newbs?”
“No, the valley of lost n00bs!”
“How do you say it like that? It’s such a metaphor…”
“Anyway sir, there is a creature of some sort, but we can’t get an exact description of it, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless…”
“Unless what!?”
“Unless…”
“For god’s sake!”
*SMASH*
“Jeez boss, I think you gave him a shiner!”
“Ok Sibs, get back to monitoring the system files of the Regular database.”
“Roger that.”
“And Sibs…”
“Yes?”
“One more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking like an utter git.”
“Roger that.”
*SMASH*
“Anyway, Stryke, please get off the floor and tell me how we can get an identity of this guy.”
“Basically, our plan is to send someone down there to ask who he is.”
“That’s your big plan?”
“…”
“I wasted two bloody good minutes that could’ve been spent looking at gay midget porn for this?”
“…”
*SMASH*
“So Stryke, as our head data analyst, what else do we know on him?”
“He is a new strain of Notable, one that we can’t quite pin down a description to and he does have a certain attraction to meat.”
“Meat?”
“Yes, meat. White meat, to be precise.”
“White meat?”
“Yes. The other OTHER white meat.”
“The other OTHER white meat?”
“For god’s sake! Yes!”
*SMASH*
“That’ll teach you to hit me again boss!”
“Security, have this…thing escorted out of the building.”
Suddenly a large group of security guards approach Stryke’s cubicle and when they turn around his swivel chair, they find a note.
“Gone to the Maldives!?”
“Right, Sibs, here’s the plan, we lure him with these sacks of meat and then kill him with these here crossbows.”
“Right, but why did you make me lug these massive bags around?”
“It’s a sacrifice I was willing to make! Now lay the sacks down and let’s move into position.”
A disturbance causes Dringo and Sibs to move to their hiding places closer as a dark figure races through the darkness, the smell of meet attracting him like a shark to blood. He pounces on the meat.
“What the ‘ell?”
“What!? Sibs, did you pack them with used OAP’s again?”
“Er…”
“Ah, but it looks like he’s going for the cake – good work Sibs…damn, he doesn’t buy it.”
“I did put a baby in it, honest!”
“Did you put it in BEFORE you baked?”
“Damn…”
“Freeze!” says Dringo, pointing a Crossbow at his head. “Who are you?”
“You silly mortals, never know when to stop hunting us”, he says, as he disappears momentarily. When we next see him, he is decked out in black vampire garb, with long fangs a drop of blood on his face.
“Oh my god…” cries Sibs.
“I am Edgy, the newest Notable. Prepare to die.”
“Oh no you don’t!” and with that, Dringo gets his Crossbow at the ready. “Stay back or I fire!”
Edgy gets closer and Dringo shoots.
*THRASH*
“Woah.”
“My katanas are superior to your old-fashioned weapons.”
*SPLAT*
“You killed him!”
“Yes, and you will be next, Dringo.”
“How do you know my na…”
“I used to be a Regular – duh!”
“Oh…”
“Prepare to die.”
“Never!!!” and so a giant battle scene ensues. Dringo kicks and punches but it does nothing to the vampire Notable.
*SPLAT*
“Muahaha! He’s finally dead, now there’s no more of these damn Notable Hunter stories! Whooo!” says Edgy as he dances around the room before disappearing into the darkness once again, just as someone else steps out of the darkness.
“Heh, that’s what he thinks! Edgy, I’m gonna get you! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha!” says Stryke.
*SPLAT*
“I don’t think so!”
The End. Of Dringo, Stryke and Sibs, that is. Edgy will live on forever, though.
LF.
I'll pop a topic where Dringo was at his Prime.
Lawless loved it because Dringo called all the NOtables gay... :-D
Lawless loved it because Dringo called all the NOtables gay... :-D
Nah, didn't you know? I can't die. I am the antichrist. Obviously.
LOL!
Very good and very crazy at the same time...shame my axe didn't appear at all...it's my trademark weapon :)
Very good and very crazy at the same time...shame my axe didn't appear at all...it's my trademark weapon :)
No.
He looked over his shoulder cautiously, obviously something on his mind, something taunting him, even though it wasn’t present. Getting up, it was quite clear that he had a goal that he had to set out and complete, if only he knew exactly what it was.
Meanwhile, in some sort of dark area, very reminiscent of a graveyard, something very sinister is transpiring, something unimaginable and beyond the comprehension of most mere mortals, except those Notable Hunters, who conclusively consists of Dringo. In a word, Dringo is the only person who has the slightest understanding of these beats, their strengths and their weaknesses. Out of a bolt of lightning emerges something of unbelievable power, obviously with cruel intentions.
Back at Notable Hunter HQ, Dringo and his group of Notable Hunters just know that something is wrong, by instinct. However, what followed was a confirmation of this.
“Sir, it appears that we have a problem.”
“Stryke, what is it?”
“The world’s tectonic plates have shifted and all existence have shifted. Well, actually, there’s been a disturbance at the valley of lost n00bs.”
“The valley of lost newbs?”
“No, the valley of lost n00bs!”
“How do you say it like that? It’s such a metaphor…”
“Anyway sir, there is a creature of some sort, but we can’t get an exact description of it, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless…”
“Unless what!?”
“Unless…”
“For god’s sake!”
*SMASH*
“Jeez boss, I think you gave him a shiner!”
“Ok Sibs, get back to monitoring the system files of the Regular database.”
“Roger that.”
“And Sibs…”
“Yes?”
“One more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking like an utter git.”
“Roger that.”
*SMASH*
“Anyway, Stryke, please get off the floor and tell me how we can get an identity of this guy.”
“Basically, our plan is to send someone down there to ask who he is.”
“That’s your big plan?”
“…”
“I wasted two bloody good minutes that could’ve been spent looking at gay midget porn for this?”
“…”
*SMASH*
“So Stryke, as our head data analyst, what else do we know on him?”
“He is a new strain of Notable, one that we can’t quite pin down a description to and he does have a certain attraction to meat.”
“Meat?”
“Yes, meat. White meat, to be precise.”
“White meat?”
“Yes. The other OTHER white meat.”
“The other OTHER white meat?”
“For god’s sake! Yes!”
*SMASH*
“That’ll teach you to hit me again boss!”
“Security, have this…thing escorted out of the building.”
Suddenly a large group of security guards approach Stryke’s cubicle and when they turn around his swivel chair, they find a note.
“Gone to the Maldives!?”
“Right, Sibs, here’s the plan, we lure him with these sacks of meat and then kill him with these here crossbows.”
“Right, but why did you make me lug these massive bags around?”
“It’s a sacrifice I was willing to make! Now lay the sacks down and let’s move into position.”
A disturbance causes Dringo and Sibs to move to their hiding places closer as a dark figure races through the darkness, the smell of meet attracting him like a shark to blood. He pounces on the meat.
“What the ‘ell?”
“What!? Sibs, did you pack them with used OAP’s again?”
“Er…”
“Ah, but it looks like he’s going for the cake – good work Sibs…damn, he doesn’t buy it.”
“I did put a baby in it, honest!”
“Did you put it in BEFORE you baked?”
“Damn…”
“Freeze!” says Dringo, pointing a Crossbow at his head. “Who are you?”
“You silly mortals, never know when to stop hunting us”, he says, as he disappears momentarily. When we next see him, he is decked out in black vampire garb, with long fangs a drop of blood on his face.
“Oh my god…” cries Sibs.
“I am Edgy, the newest Notable. Prepare to die.”
“Oh no you don’t!” and with that, Dringo gets his Crossbow at the ready. “Stay back or I fire!”
Edgy gets closer and Dringo shoots.
*THRASH*
“Woah.”
“My katanas are superior to your old-fashioned weapons.”
*SPLAT*
“You killed him!”
“Yes, and you will be next, Dringo.”
“How do you know my na…”
“I used to be a Regular – duh!”
“Oh…”
“Prepare to die.”
“Never!!!” and so a giant battle scene ensues. Dringo kicks and punches but it does nothing to the vampire Notable.
*SPLAT*
“Muahaha! He’s finally dead, now there’s no more of these damn Notable Hunter stories! Whooo!” says Edgy as he dances around the room before disappearing into the darkness once again, just as someone else steps out of the darkness.
“Heh, that’s what he thinks! Edgy, I’m gonna get you! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha!” says Stryke.
*SPLAT*
“I don’t think so!”
The End. Of Dringo, Stryke and Sibs, that is. Edgy will live on forever, though.
LF.
Meanwhile, in some sort of dark area, very reminiscent of a graveyard, something very sinister is transpiring, something unimaginable and beyond the comprehension of most mere mortals, except those Notable Hunters, who conclusively consists of Dringo. In a word, Dringo is the only person who has the slightest understanding of these beats, their strengths and their weaknesses. Out of a bolt of lightning emerges something of unbelievable power, obviously with cruel intentions.
Back at Notable Hunter HQ, Dringo and his group of Notable Hunters just know that something is wrong, by instinct. However, what followed was a confirmation of this.
“Sir, it appears that we have a problem.”
“Stryke, what is it?”
“The world’s tectonic plates have shifted and all existence have shifted. Well, actually, there’s been a disturbance at the valley of lost n00bs.”
“The valley of lost newbs?”
“No, the valley of lost n00bs!”
“How do you say it like that? It’s such a metaphor…”
“Anyway sir, there is a creature of some sort, but we can’t get an exact description of it, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless…”
“Unless what!?”
“Unless…”
“For god’s sake!”
*SMASH*
“Jeez boss, I think you gave him a shiner!”
“Ok Sibs, get back to monitoring the system files of the Regular database.”
“Roger that.”
“And Sibs…”
“Yes?”
“One more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking like an utter git.”
“Roger that.”
*SMASH*
“Anyway, Stryke, please get off the floor and tell me how we can get an identity of this guy.”
“Basically, our plan is to send someone down there to ask who he is.”
“That’s your big plan?”
“…”
“I wasted two bloody good minutes that could’ve been spent looking at gay midget porn for this?”
“…”
*SMASH*
“So Stryke, as our head data analyst, what else do we know on him?”
“He is a new strain of Notable, one that we can’t quite pin down a description to and he does have a certain attraction to meat.”
“Meat?”
“Yes, meat. White meat, to be precise.”
“White meat?”
“Yes. The other OTHER white meat.”
“The other OTHER white meat?”
“For god’s sake! Yes!”
*SMASH*
“That’ll teach you to hit me again boss!”
“Security, have this…thing escorted out of the building.”
Suddenly a large group of security guards approach Stryke’s cubicle and when they turn around his swivel chair, they find a note.
“Gone to the Maldives!?”
“Right, Sibs, here’s the plan, we lure him with these sacks of meat and then kill him with these here crossbows.”
“Right, but why did you make me lug these massive bags around?”
“It’s a sacrifice I was willing to make! Now lay the sacks down and let’s move into position.”
A disturbance causes Dringo and Sibs to move to their hiding places closer as a dark figure races through the darkness, the smell of meet attracting him like a shark to blood. He pounces on the meat.
“What the ‘ell?”
“What!? Sibs, did you pack them with used OAP’s again?”
“Er…”
“Ah, but it looks like he’s going for the cake – good work Sibs…damn, he doesn’t buy it.”
“I did put a baby in it, honest!”
“Did you put it in BEFORE you baked?”
“Damn…”
“Freeze!” says Dringo, pointing a Crossbow at his head. “Who are you?”
“You silly mortals, never know when to stop hunting us”, he says, as he disappears momentarily. When we next see him, he is decked out in black vampire garb, with long fangs a drop of blood on his face.
“Oh my god…” cries Sibs.
“I am Edgy, the newest Notable. Prepare to die.”
“Oh no you don’t!” and with that, Dringo gets his Crossbow at the ready. “Stay back or I fire!”
Edgy gets closer and Dringo shoots.
*THRASH*
“Woah.”
“My katanas are superior to your old-fashioned weapons.”
*SPLAT*
“You killed him!”
“Yes, and you will be next, Dringo.”
“How do you know my na…”
“I used to be a Regular – duh!”
“Oh…”
“Prepare to die.”
“Never!!!” and so a giant battle scene ensues. Dringo kicks and punches but it does nothing to the vampire Notable.
*SPLAT*
“Muahaha! He’s finally dead, now there’s no more of these damn Notable Hunter stories! Whooo!” says Edgy as he dances around the room before disappearing into the darkness once again, just as someone else steps out of the darkness.
“Heh, that’s what he thinks! Edgy, I’m gonna get you! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha! Muahahahahaha!” says Stryke.
*SPLAT*
“I don’t think so!”
The End. Of Dringo, Stryke and Sibs, that is. Edgy will live on forever, though.
LF.