For everyone who missed Trip XP

point whore

I missed out big time!

damnage.

Oh well, besides I swear that on saturdays you were out with your girlfriend.
Unless you chose a game over a girlfriend then that's.. uh weird.

I levelled up twice in half an hour and that was when the game was constantly kicking me.

Hopefully the next one isn't at such a stupid time.

*MIGHTY RAGEFACE*

turns out tonight has been cancelled. i COULD have staying up until 3am playing RDR with you guys.

well thats a mighty crap on a hat.

I went from 38 to 43 and then I got bored. Maybe I'll try and get to 50 next time.

Yea, still took forever though.

Boxxy wrote:Oh well, besides I swear that on saturdays you were out with your girlfriend.
Unless you chose a game over a girlfriend then that's.. uh weird.

Depends on how long they've been together.

Frostbyrn wrote:Shes actually down in Otago for like 3 months

Could this be the first conversation we've had for a while?!
I was just wondering since I thought she was just gone for Valentines day. Oh well my apologies I didn't realise.

Also, why is triple exp on so late o_O

Frostbyrn wrote:Lol Poor Snuffy

i had my own party instead. t'was epical.
my shoes smell of baileys. as do my trousers.


and yes boxxy, we need to have a GMT triple XP thingummy.

MAn I wish I was here to partake in this!

I woulda done another legend thingy.

Really? Thats awesome. Do they look like alcohol flasks or somethign?

SAWHEET.

REALLY? That sounds far fetched, but O-SO-AWESOME.

If your doing it before I have to work then yeah.

Cool. If I see you on, I will join.

3 Amigos plus those three right?

LOL.

Oh, so now me and Bla are the extra spare wheels on the Wagon right?

Why can't I be the horse that you cap in the head while riding so you fall and tumble several feet to your doom.

Don't lie to me. You know you would mount me if you had the chance.

I can honestly say that I don't think I could do the same if our positions were reversed.

I know how to quickly and quietly seal doors and windows. A week or two of staking out your house I could quickly figure out which room belongs to you.

A few rolls of ducktape, a few canisters of Chloroform, and a gas powered air launcher specifically customized to launch small canisters, and the darkness and solitude that attacking your house silently at 4 in the morning means your weapons are useless.

Dude. I got a job.

Two weeks and I have more then enough to get to you.

Then laughing gas.

Im gonna make you shit yourself to death by giggling and crapping out your insides.

Your asleep.
Breathing normally.

BAM! CLANG BOOM!
"The window shatters in a loud crash! Hundreds of bits of tiny glass shatters and flies everywhere in your bedroom".

"AAAUGH!" you scream, as you awake with a jolt. The rush of adrenaline coursing through your body as you quickly try and grasp what has just happened and what the source of the sound and crash is, causes your body to start breathing heavily. Your heart beats faster and faster as you awake in a panic, causing you to inhale heavily and quickly. Your heart beats faster and faster, causing your body to use more and more oxygen.

Quickly after awaking in a jolt, you start to feel drowsy. Before you succumb to the gas and drowsiness, you quickly realize with a sudden thought, that it was you're own body that betrayed you.

As you wake up hours later in a dark, unknown strange room, with your mouth gagged, hands and legs tied together, feeling sharp agonizing pains in areas you never experimented with, you cry. And weep, as it dawns on you, that this, this was MY doing.