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Rom Manic                  Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Ok, so to create a table file you must open up Translhextion and Notepad. Scroll through the ASCII code until you see the games text. More specifically, look for the letter A. Find out what the Hex equivalent to it is, and go back into notepad.
Type out the following (Substituting as you should): D0=A D1=B D2=C .... .... .... Notice the Hex codes gradually increase. Do this for all the letters (And numbers, if you wish) and save the text file as "inserttablename.tbl" (Make sure there is no .txt extension). Table made. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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I think if they wanted to know about the woman who mysteriously has uncanny timing, they would look for her. You can assume, as the reader, that she is involved, but because it's not mentioned to be fact then it keeps the reader guessing. It is, although, somewhat corny 
Perhaps these women are all connected somehow, through activities or work or friend of a friend, and through the novel they see glimpses of how their paths connect through those places. Then, for a grand finale, they all leave the guy for different reasons, and eventually meet up through coincidence afterwards. Or maybe they all find out he's dating all four of them, and pull a trick on him (Hello, my name is John Tucker Must Die  ) to embarrass him. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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Part 4 =-=-=-=-=-=-= Red light flooded the eyes of the demon as it awoke. As it's senses returned to it, it began to push itself off the concrete floor, energy slowly returning to its feeble body and mind. It crouched itself on the floor, spreading its jagged wings to their fullest. They are riddled with ancient designs of evil and devolution, a pure mark of a demonic incarnation. It looked around itself in wonder. The building seemed to be nothing more than an empty warehouse, desolate and battered after years of war. Crates lay destroyed and looted all around, and red light filtered its way slowly through the shattered window frames. ...Where...Am I...? It looked above to the roof. The metallic girders cast dark shadows filled with clouds hate and anger across the floor, and within them he saw all that had been done here. It showed him an apocalypse of heresy and annihilation... This filled the demon with newfound hate for itself. It raised it's clawed hands in front of it, hands that had done unimaginable misdeeds with it's razor sharp claws... A fire began to burn within the demon with a blaze of pain. It dropped to the floor in agony, clawing away at it's chest to free the source of the fire. Black blood splattered and dripped from it's wounds and claws, but the demon didn't care. It needed to save itself from pain. Suddenly, the pain stopped. The furious scratching stopped, and the demon lay motionless, panting and bleeding. Then a bright white light shot from it's chest, shoving what remained of it's sanity aside and sending it's mind into an abysmal fury that sent power into it's entire body. The light shot through the roof, breaking a small hole where it penetrated. The demon got up, and flew after it with incredible speed. It needed to destroy the light, whatever the cost. Yet as he broke through the roof and entered the barren wasteland, something tugged at it's mind, making it wonder if the light was a source of pain, or a beacon of truth. Whatever it is, I cannot let it escape. The light soared through the air at blinding speed, and the demon followed it. Dark energy began to form over the demons body, a cloud of evil that made it remember the dark clouds on the floor of the building... The demon formed a sword within it's hands, pulsing with red and black energy, and flew in to strike the white light. As it did so, the light did something unexpected; It began to take shape into a humanoid. It's white aura still surrounding it, the light figure had arms, legs, torso and head like a human, but something was different about it. To all intents and purposes, it looked like a machine. Like an old friend... What the hell?! That split second of hesitation was all the light figure needed to strike the demon with it's arm, sending it soaring down to the ground below. The demon landed with a hard crash, creating a crater all around it, and splitting the canyon side open like the gashes on it's chest. The demon lay stunned, not knowing what happened, then widened it's eyes as the light figure rocketed towards it. Raising a disfigured hand, the demon sent out a wave of energy, which exploded into a circular shield above it. It was colored with a spectrum of purple, black, red and indigo. The field rippled and pulsated, awaiting the light figure to strike it. The light figure crashed into it, sending a shockwave of equal size and proportions all around in one big shockwave. The ground quaked as the demon struggled to keep the field alive, saving itself from apparent destruction. The light figure backed off, flying back towards the sky. High above the demon, it manifested a sword to hold. The light figure hovered in the sky, almost mocking the demon to follow. Enraged, the demon cast away it's protective shield, reignited his sword of evil, and flew up with clouds of rage and hate trailing behind it in dark clouds. The black clouds in the sky seemed to swirl in a cyclone that gre bigger as he neared the light figure. Before the final moment happened, the moment he crossed his sword of hate against the light figure's blade of justice, it looked into the eyes of the light figure, and finally understood everything. It understood it's hate, and who the light really was. Forgive me...X... ******************* X and Arturo walked slowly through the corridors, until they came to a shrine made of gold, with a golden statue in the center. The figure was designed after Arturo, and it smiled gently as it held a golden medallion in it's hands. The medallion had many etchings made on it, which seemed to resemble some ancient writing X had seen somewhere before. "This is the shrine I created when I was buried here," He said, waving his arm across the shrine. Many offerings lay about the shrine, such as jewels, plates, pots, among others, "It was made for the people here to give their penance to me for saving them from their enemies..." Arturo stepped towards the statue, gently stroking the sides of it as if remembering an old friend. Then he put his hand on the medallion, and stayed there. "This medallion, on the other hand, is much more than meets the eye," He said, removing it from the statues hands. He looked at it with wonder, and X caught the sudden glimpse of greed in Arturo's exp an ancient tool I found here, used to let you explore a world within yourself...Unfortunately, I could not find a use for it, regardless of the decaying scriptures I found along with it." X looked at the medallion, and extended his hand. "Let me try it." Arturo looked at X, and reluctantly passed him the medallion. As it passed into X's hand, white light flashed momentarily before his eyes. Startled, he flinched, and Arturo came to his side. "Are you ok?" He asked with concern, "You suddenly jumped as you grabbed the Medallion..." X recollected himself, and looked up at Arturo. There was something about Arturo that X couldn't put his finger on...Something odd.... "I'm fine," X replied, shaking his head, "Maybe another time?" Arturo smiled, then laughed to himself. "Yes, perhaps..." He said, then motioned for them to leave "I wish to show some writing I found, placed here by whoever created the Medallion. Just follow me," Follow closely...I have many things left for you to see... ------------------ Mmm, so things get a little wierder...But what could be the reason for this insanity?
All to come in the next part. Sit tight  |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I like to masturbate and clean myself. | |||
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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Originally posted by Drag I find it's a good opportunity where you know you wont get disturbed. Well, for those who have a maddening affair with Palmula Handerson or Wristina Jackulera... |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I do not know what to say about the responses in here...But I suppose I'll try something.
Firstly, your body will never grow an immunity to E.Coli. Thats a given. Hell, you produce the shit on a daily basis. Secondly, you only have to boil your vegetables (Or any infected food) before eating them to eliminate any trace of the bacteria. They do not produce spores once incubated. That means it is not contagious unless you have direct contact with the bacteria itself, either through absorption, inhalation (If it becomes airborne) or ingestion. The comment that some people are able to resist it better is also bullshit. Everyone can get the common cold or influenza. Why should E.Coli be any different? The fact that older people got it means they're more susceptible to it than other people, but that doesn't make other people immune. (edited by Rom Manic on 01-29-07 11:42 AM) |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| What about the one where there are a set number of objects which are needed to defeat your greatest enemy who just killed your family and/or girlfriend and/or the woman you secretly love, and must have vengeance and a holy spirit told you to collect these items to defeating the enemy because IT IS THE ONLY WAY. | |||
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| You, most likely, will need in depth help, rather than the vague pleasantries most commonly presented to new hackers on this forum. It is, although, in your benefit to collect an Emulator with debugging functions, a Hexadecimal editor.
To your credit, it should not be hard to find good help with actual 6502 knowledge. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| For a Christian, you seem awfully hateful towards sinners, SS...Love those around you who sin like brothers, and lead them by example to forgiveness.
As for dreams, they might have been random. But I believe they reflect something I recently thought about, consciously or not. I have been thinking about her alot lately, it's just confusing why I would think of her cutting herself. Maybe I knew she probably did all along, but I tried emailing her to talk to her, but she seems to be very disconnected. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| So how does one go about teaching them the ways of kindness, show them resentment and let them wallow in their self pity? You must take it upon yourself to show others what you believe is right, for they very well have influences to show them otherwise. From there, it's a choice up to them to make, but you can take peace in knowing you did all you could.
But anyway, this may go off topic. I'm just explaining myself as to why I would let her back into my life. Originally posted by BounderTower I don't suggest otherwise. Why should you have pity on them for making a mistake which hurt you? I think in the end, BounderTower, the circumstances will affect your decision, like they have for me in the relationship at hand. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I do not mean to imply following your beliefs to be a way of guiding others; more so, let it guide your own moral thought train to influence others. If someone you know sees you doing what is right, it influences them, however small or large. I'm glad to see you chose that path, but that is because that is what I believe is the right thing to do.
Off topic in response to the second part of your post, Christianity may not call for that, but what do you have to lose by being a beacon of light in their darkness? By forgiving this person, you showed her that forgiveness is always an option. That's something not easily forgotten. You are under no ethical obligation, of course, but by being yourself, your moral self, you show others that there is a path to righteousness and a path to sin. You may wander between them, but when you take a situation literally and analyze the decisions made, you might realize that there is no escaping there is right, and there is wrong. Wrong may not be wrong for them, but as I said, all you have to do is show them another way. The rest is up to them. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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They do not speak german. Much to your dismay, you will find most people are english speaking. They are mostly Rom hackers, but if this is a Rom Hacking question it must go into the Rom Hacking forum (Your language problem will give you a reason for bad english  ) |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Dr_death is talk about some bullshit for you. But he is, as I believe they say, "Sweine hutt!"
I don't know what it means, I use it as a joke. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| In English (Ran through dictionary.com's translator):
Thus young who drives itself here rum?Alle Germans and all Europeans those understand which I write here may itself announce and to present times correctly, OK?Also is dan(n) catch I times with me an:Ich 19 years and unemployed I stand on "NINT-DO-SHIT" however I ask yourself often "why denn?"Wahrscheinlich because I thereby became large. But not voluntarily, but because I was educated in such a way! _ exact like it other.... _ I want now not say that that bad be, I like simple only ask who it so thus put times loose and tell like it the first time drink, gevoegelt, your first module push have, or otherwise which make have the nichs with this glaring world too tuhn habt.ich be now degree to putrid far write however if here only a few coole/deutsche people be then put times loose.... and I give love gladly mine mustard as lock word will I gladly one still say,: |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| So, disregarding the title assuming he is Muslim (Which he is not), what is the general thought train on the subject of Fox News spewing this garbage?
Do they have nothing better to do than degrade the poor man? And even if he is a Muslim, of which there is no proof, what is wrong with that? Oh wait, Muslims hijack shit. Forgot. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| S&T: Perhaps you have SADS. I would recommend getting out for a walk (Or eat food rich in Vitamin D since the sun cannot shine effectively through winter coats and heavy layering to deliver it to you), especially if you do not go out alot. | |||
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I would like to say Barack (I voted for him, because I have faith), but for reasons mentioned at the beginning of this topic, I do not believe it is a good idea to mention why he probably won't win.
Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, is too stupid to run a country. At least, thats what she radiates to me like a ball of uranium radiates...Well, radiation. (Hint hint: That last sentence pretty much explains why) |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Alia watched as the colossal vessel from space landed on the landing platform at LAX, it's sheer size barely
fitting into the landing pad The double bladed areas of the vessel stuck off the platform slightly, and it's landing gear placement made it difficult for it to find a comfortable place to sit. The airport had been converted from public to military after it became apparent that the countries of the Pacific Rim were taking the upper hand on the West Coast of North America in the last major war. With LAX as a primary base of assault, and equipped to support very large air cruisers, North America won that skirmish, and settled the conflict on Asian soil. A bright beam of light formed from a golden circle below the ship, connecting it to the ground with a beam of violet light and swirls of energy, moving like a hurricane around the sides of the beam. The beam pulsated downwards, then disappeared, leaving 3 figures standing on the landing pad. One was heavily armored and wearing a massive blue cape was accompanied by 2 others, who appaeared to be nothing more than an armed escort, observing the area they had landed. Soldiers and Maverick Hunters who had taken position around the landing pad raised their weapons slightly, almost silently. The 3 figures paid no heed to their actions, and continued to observe the area, patiently, taking it all in. Alia took a deep breath, then made her way to the center of the platform, where the 3 figures stood. As she broke through the foray of guards, the alien escort immediately spotted her, and aimed their weapons towards her. She slowed down, unsure of what to do. She was about to speak when the larger, cloaked figure put his hands on his escorts soldiers shoulders, signalling them to lower their weapons. They did so slowly, cautiously, observing every movement Alia and the guards on the platform made. Alia motioned for the Maverick Hunter guards to lower their weapons, then turned back towards the Aliens before her. "Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Earth," She said, waving her arm across the room, "My name is Alia. You are standing in LAX, a part of the Maverick Hunter base, Earth's primary defense force," The leader turned his head towards her, his face hidden. He removed his hood, showing his head, which was armored with an intrticately designed helmet. "I am Ares, commander of the vessel Mitos and chosen representative of the Galactic Senate," He spoke with a conviction that made Alia shudder, "We can continue this discussion elsewhere, as this hangar seems to be...Inappropriate..." Alia nodded, "Of course. Follow me and we shall proceed to our command station by airship." She waited him to approach her, and they began to walk towards the Airship docked in the hangar beside them. As they walked, silently, she noticed that his escort was surveying everyone fairly closely. I wonder who these people are, she thought to herself. She didn't fully trust them, and there was something about his walk that made her feel uneasy. Oh well. There will be plenty of time for talking later. ****************** Signas stared at the viewscreen as he watched Alia and the Alien leader, Ares, walk towards the Airship. He wasn't happy at all about bringing the Dragoon into Maverick Hunter Headquarters. He just obliterated half of Lazarus's castle in one strike, and we're supposed to let them in the front door, he thought to himself, maybe we should just invite them to look at all of our mainframe information, while we're at it... He looked at his Chronometer. It was time for a powerup, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Furion, you have the command center, I'm going for a powerdown," Signas ordered, leaving the command center, "Wake me up in 3 hours." Furion, an older Maverick Hunter designated for Command Center control, saluted Signas as he began to leave. "Yes, sir!" He said, and immediately went to work. Signas sighed, then walked out of the room in a state of tiredness. The halls were so empty now. Maverick Hunter personell had been ordered to battle at the last minute for a massive strike against Professor Lazarus. So many lost..., He thought to himself, X was right...War is a battle better fought in your mind... Eventually he came across his personal quarters, and paused before opening the door. I wonder why the Dragoon is here in the first place, he thought, What business did he have with Professor Lazarus that enabled him to be so willing to destroy him... As he opened the door to his quarters, and prepped his machine, these thoughts echoed through his cybernetic mind even as he stepped inside his personal recharge machine. Why... -------------- Early thing to prove ||bass wrong |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| o.o
You're kidding, right? |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| We're wondering if you are indeed from another world. Those statistics you provided are most sincerely bullshit. |
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