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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47  Posts: 957/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin and Company, however, took a much different, much more Mario approach to the boulder problem. One by one, each stood on the back of one of their horses, then leapt off onto a boulder, and began hopping along the chain of boulders upwards towards the Goron. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 958/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Heard a pretty good one a year or two ago about a family of four whose car was struck by lightning when they were driving on a lonely highway out on the west coast. None of them were harmed and the car didn't act up at all. I remember something in the article about cars being protected because of their rubber tires against the ground. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 959/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Play Planescape: Torment. If you have it (Since you said you're a big RPG buff), then play it again. As an evil character. Spoiler: Want some cheap laughs? Try telling Dak'kon that he's your slave. Letting Ravel kill one of your female companions and throwing Morte back to the Pillar of Skulls are also favorites. And if that isn't working for you, then play both Fallout games, as both good and evil characters. Spoiler: Fallout 2: Choose to destroy Jimmy's Mr. Nixon doll in Vault City. Hilarious. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 960/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Never tried Tactics, (When I got my Dual Jewel for 1&2, Tactics still had a few months to go) but you should get it anyways just because it has the Gauss Minigun in it. <3 | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 961/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Bacon is a vegetable. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 962/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Network Card > Network Card? Nope. It's gotta be Network Card > >>>>>>>>>>>> Router Network Card > |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 963/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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Originally posted by Viceroy LegionOriginally posted by Colleen Some ambulance chaser lawyer who knows that YOU DESERVE COMPENSATION and WE'LL WORK WITH YOU TO GET THE HIGHEST SETTLEMENT might. Other than that, if the guy got the shit beaten out of him by a few employees, it wouldn't even make headlines in the local rags. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 964/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Here's adding fuel to the fire. Did you know that one of the alternatives that was avalible for Truman and his cabinet was to test the bomb on a remote, uninhabited Japanese island to make the Japanese wet their pants and surrender? (Selective Recoverative Memory, baby.) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 965/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| bix nood | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 966/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Well, we get a varying Permanent Fund Dividend each year. Free money for living in Alaska. Last year it was around nine hundred bucks. Five years ago it was almost two thousand. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 967/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Mist had obscured the opposite side of the playing field, and the Melvin that had entered was unknown both to Legault and the audience itself. Inside the blanket of fog, a man in a lab coat pressed a finger to the rim of his glasses, causing the entire area to light up for him as thermal vision distinctly picked out Legault's location. The Melvin present - the original Melvin - P-T(N), carried a briefcase with him as he began to cross around the darkened, foggy field in an arc towards Legault. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 968/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| To the crowd, ten Legaults were fading into the mist hanging over the arena. But to Mel, as his glasses shone a bright red, they were lit up clear as day. The entire arena to him was now a wave of blue, with ten bright red figures standing around him. Mel: Petty parlor tricks will not hide you from me. The twin gold locks of the briefcase opened on cue, and he flung the attache into the air in a dramatic fashion. Two blocky machine guns fell from the inside of the case, along with two matching clips. He caught one in his left hand and the other between his teeth. The first clip he caught with his right hand and slammed it into the gun in his mouth. The other fell between his head and the gun in his hand, and the closed the distance, slamming the clip into the gun against his head. He took the gun in his teeth with his free hand, and skillfully twisted the twin cocking knobs atop each gun with his teeth. He then broke into a spin, his figure twisting around in a circle, pulling the trigger of each gun and holding it down the moment the red dots of each reflex sight set upon one of the ten Legaults in the arena. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 969/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| As Melvin finished his barrage of bullets, he paused, both arms outstretched to his sides, smoldering bullet casings littering the ground at his feet. With a gust of wing, his lab coat fluttered open, and he holstered both of his weapons. He pushed his slightly-askew glasses up onto his nose, and drew back his sleeve. Melvin: So you'd like to have a magic show? Melvin's watch begins to slow brightly, three big fat honking beams of light shooting out of it and rotating around. Melvin: Then I'll let you meet a magician with some talent! Henshin! A pillar of celestial light shot into the air from the arena, cutting through the thickening mist effortlessly, and then disappeared, a rolling black cloud of smoke. With a rush of wind, both the smoke and the mist were blasted from the arena by a man with a tuxedo and a top hat spinning a magician's cane around rapidly. With a snap of his wrist, he stopped twirling his cane, and held it parallel to his leg. Tuxedo Melvin: I am... Tuxedo Melvin, defenser of helpless babesters and owwww! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 970/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| I AM A REAL AMERICAN FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 971/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| I smell lolibait! | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 972/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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(Shouldn't have wasted the Tuxedo Melvin gimmick. Damn. ;_ |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 973/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| That morning, Mel walked downstairs with a slight hop in his step, to see his father sitting at the kitchen table, a large glass cylinder with water and a large metal ball in it in his arms. Naru: I wish you wouldn't toy with the Shizuma drive at the table, honey. Umino: Now, Naru, it's perfectly harm- A jet of free energy shot out one end of the Shizuma drive, a sudden yellow blast that only lasted for a half-second, yet left Umino's face completely blackened. He blinked, then slowly set the Shizuma drive down. Umino: Yes, dear. T_T Mel decided he would pick up breakfast on the way to school that morning. Such were the ways of his father - a blender salesman who was an inventor in his spare time. He was always playing around with something new, and usually having it explode in his face before he worked out all the kinks. Mel lamented on these thoughts as he picked up his skateboard from beside the door and exited, flinging it onto the sidewalk as he left, and giving the ripcord a pull. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 974/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin pulled out a small knife and growled menacingly. Melvin: I'll, uh... cut you up. Boy. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 975/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Since we need to kick this story in the ass and get it moving, the group of Mel, Haruko, Fem, and Marina strode into the desert oasis town - which, as expected, had various palm trees, sand-colored adobe buildings, and lots of camels and people in turbans. It was now night-time. The desert sky was completely clear that night and littered with stars. Mel adjusted his hat and glanced around the streets set before them at the city gate. Mel: I suppose we should find the inn. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 976/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin blinked. Melvin: Right! The armor! Right this way. Walking out into the street, Melvin looked at his surroundings. Melvin: Let's see... Phone booth... Mailbox... Auto shop... Manhole. He looked down to the manhole at his feet, then strode across the street to a nearby hardware store. After much loud banging and loud smashing of glass, he returned, with a manhole opener, and soundly popped the manhole, descending the ladder inside, party in tow. Surprisingly enough, there was no stench at all from the manhole - whose grimy asphalt walls turned to solid steel after only a yard or so. The ladder continued for what seemed almost an eternity - until Melvin descended into a hangar the size of a small gym from the roof. A mobile armor sat across the hangar, but it was too weak for the occasion and was being repaired anyways, evident from large armor plates and limbs missing. Melvin's eyes passed over a row of JSDF support vehicles; a few light tanks, a missile truck, and several armored transports. But an odd-looking tank with a large turret and a vulcan on the end caught his attention... Melvin: Jackpot. Sliding to the floor, he strode over to the far wall and began to sift through lockers and weapons crates, tossing out various guns and ammunition into a pile on the floor. After a few minutes, he looked through the smaller pile. Within minutes, he had a RPG-7-styled rocket launcher over his shoulder, an MP5 slung over his shoulder, and a SPAS12 on his back. Walking over to the tank - a SV-001 Metal Slug - he planted a foot onto the side and bounded onto the top, pulling up the light hatch and dropping inside into the single chair. He put on a pair of gloves and goggles wired into the tank's circuitry, and powered it on, the tank's then-experimental drive reactor powering up with a thundering hum that broke the room's silence. He called out to the waiting group over the tank's loudspeaker. Melvin: Okay, guys! If you feel like taking a weapon, it's on the house. Load up and hang on and I'll give you all a lift over to M-Tek, this thing isn't nearly as slow as it seems. I'm going to bust the front door in with this, just you wait and see. |
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