... When every snowman reminds you of a particular map, so you blow up every snowman in sight.
... When the kids get mad at you, you text them with an imaginary keyboard (having forgotten the whole "talking" thing) asking them to stop flaming.
... The kids beat the **** out of you because you're a hopless nerd, and your last words before blacking out are "I'll respawn as a sniper, so don't laugh too hard"
...you wake up believing you HAVE respawned as a sniper, so you head for the nearest hill.
... This would have never happened to you because you do nothing but sit in front of your computer anyhow. Enough said
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!
Last edited by Relenzo2; 06-12-2008 at 07:41 PM.
Reason: Because I felt like it.