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KP9000: did you guys lose a lot of staff?
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This is the internet. There's nothing that's impossible.
I vote for both of them. ____________________ |
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Well, what's been done as of late?
I just opened the Sonic the Hedgehog VC .bin in both Translhextion and Tile Molester and got nothing. Perhaps we can get together and get two Zelda games together and do a file compare or something. It's prolly compressed like the shit in George Takei's ass. ____________________ |
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I downloaded the PAL off of a bittorent website.
You can also transfer the file from your Wii to your PC using an SD card. ____________________ |
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I think starting out with something extremely small. My guess is that the Wii uses both the Wii Number and the MAC address.
Here are some of my hypotheses: 1) When you download, it's probably already compressed (since it's being transferred over wifi [a high majority of consumers use it]) and the Wii just slaps the Wii Number and the MAC address o 2) Nintendo o That's all I've got for now... When this is done, we'll have to build a utility based o ____________________ |
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I eat packets of Hot Cocoa. I prefer the o ____________________ |
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I got 60. 818 less than the other board. Yay for 2 digits! ____________________ |
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General:
-General Discussion -General Gaming -General Entertainment (brain teasers, writing, tv, movies, comics, books, etc) Hacking: -Releases -ROM hacking -SMW Hacking Other: -On the Barstool (OC, femine's) -Help/Suggestions -Craziness Staff: -S/A/O -Private -Admin -pr0n -whatever the hell else you guys have in here Crap: -Trash -Display Case ____________________ |
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Well, I agree with you there. I just don't see that happening anytime soon though. It's just a matter of time. You've gotta crawl before you can walk.
Perhaps someone will code a "Homebrew Channel" with netplay and this entire thread will become obsolete. ____________________ |
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But seriously, can we get some sort of poll going here? ____________________ |
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Tarale, I lost my baseball in your back yard. Can I have it back?  Oh, and the garden is coming along just fine.
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It's been raining o We don't usually get a lot of rain over here in Phoenix, so it's a treat when we get it. I just moved from the mountains (*sniff*) so I used to get a lot of snow and rain up there. I'm gonna miss that place... ____________________ |
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Acmlm's Board II = Acmlm's Board - Bullshit ____________________ |
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I found a wallet with $658 in cash inside. There were no ID cards, bank cards, or anything like that. There was a Fry's VIP card inside though... ____________________ |
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Okay, here's my Mario fanfic. It's a complete realistic rethink of what the Mario universe looks like from my eyes.
Prologue My mother bought me a Nintendo at a very early age. Because I was so young, this allowed me to develop differently than most kids, because it was a form of entertainment that most of the other kids didn’t have. I grew up with Nintendo, and have always pondered what it was like to be inside these games. Being a child, an imagination like this was normal, but these games let me use it in a different way. While progressing through my teen years, I had outgrown these childish thoughts and started to focus my thoughts o The Mario Bros. stuck straight out in my mind. I soon started to picture this world in a horror reality. Giant flying turtles, hideous walking fungus, and mushroom steroids inhabited this world. I had all these ideas rush into my mind all at o Chapter O It is July, and an ice cold rain has deluged the bustling, polluted city of Brooklyn. You'd know if you lived there that rainfall so debilitating is unusual that time of year. That particular day, Mario had to toil in the under workings of the city. The old pipes had contracted so quickly because of the drastic change in temperature that a few of them had given to the pressure. He stood there waist deep in the ice cold runoff with his wrench in o Suddenly, in his delusion of thought, the pipe he was working o In Mario's state of unconsciousness, he encountered a dream which was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He couldn't even begin to describe or comprehend it. He was looking at an incomplete image of his own world, the o The crimson-headed, battered and torn man opened his eyes. Painfully, he tried to look around, but could o Chapter Two Standing there dumbstruck in the doorway, Mario thought about the possibility that he is still dreaming. In an effort to test this, he decided to go back into his room and run his sliced hands under some scalding water. But when he brought himself about, he faced a wall of blinding white light again, which faded into a wilderness, dry and arid. It was a thin forest, choked with the rancid smell of fungus and unknown towering woods which no longer brought forth greens. More light came from the corner of his eyes, and as Mario spun around to investigate, he beheld the same environment. After taking another glance at his surroundings, a voice echoed into his thoughts. "So real, yet so incogitable. In this existence, explanation has no meaning. Reality is chaos. Yet we still await rest." Upon hearing this, Mario frantically searched for the owner of this unknown, soft voice. He gazed upon the dead treetops, then downward to the ground amongst the fungus. Suddenly, the voice came back to sound. "You will not find this identity here. The caps shall light the way." Mario was about to speak, when immediately, two perpendicular rows of fungi slowly illuminated; a dull green pulsating glow that Mario somehow knew to follow. Starting off in his unknown journey, he paced along the desiccated soil trying not to crush the unlit toadstools with his grease-caked boots. After walking what seemed like hours, Mario started to notice a smell that was different from the usual mushroom. As Mario was striding along the pathway, he was tackled what seemed like from out of nowhere by a hard shelled aerial beetle, about the size of a small dog. He fell upon the fungi, fighting the giant insect that was latched o Another hour of torturous walking went by when Mario drew his attention up from the ground to behold a small housing of curious workmanship, built from cement and dry timbers from surrounding areas. It was about a five minute walk to get there, but it seemed like an eternity. After dragging himself up to the door, he pushed it open and looked upon a wooden bench up against the cement wall. He laid himself upon this hard bench and was about to black out from exhaustion when a short being turned the corner into the room. It was about 3 feet tall, taking an aged, round form. It was humanoid, an elder life form, lacking in youth. It didn't seem hostile, notwithstanding the environment that has already manifested itself to be. It held a small mushroom in its stubby rough hands. It seemed to glow with the familiar green that Mario has familiarized himself with for the past few hours. Mario made the connection. This is the origin of that voice. Mario then uttered a weak chain of words; "I've got some questions for you." Chapter Three "Please fogive me for my much speaking in riddles. This world has become too dangerous to speak freely amongst ourselves." Mario, who was still weak with fatigue and shocked with awe, sat upright o "You bring me here to this... place, and drag me all the way to your little cottage dream house, to be attacked by a huge cockroach along your mushroom road, and your first words you say to me in person is an apology? How about you tell me what the heck is going o After venting his anger somewhat, Mario became lightheaded; he was barely able to keep himself conscious to hear the strange being's response. "I will explain to you after you receive rest. First, your wounds and ailments must be cared for. That beetle you encountered o "But it didn't bite me." Mario exclaimed. "Its legs excrete a powerful liquid that can incapacitate any opposition." "That would explain why I can't feel my shoulder. And, I suppose you have an antidote?" Mario asked, then realized that it knew about his scuffle with the insect. Right before its response, Mario started to speak again. "How did you-" "As I said, I will explain, but o After leaving the room back the way it came, it soon returned with a small heart, the size of a golf ball, that replaced the mushroom that occupied its hands. "Eat this. It will heal your afflictions and neutralize the venom." "A heart? Where, or what, did this come from?" Mario asked, taking the dry, rubbery heart into his hands. "Some things are better left unsaid. Just remember, it is o Mario, heart in hand, looked up at his apparent caretaker, then back down at the heart. He then took a little nibble. He chewed it for a couple of seconds then swallowed, barely able to keep it down. Reluctantly, he continued to take small bites of it, each bite harder to endure than the last. Finally, it was completely gone, his hand and mouth somewhat numb from contact with the heart. It made him feel sleepy, even moreso than he was at present. "You didn't tell me that this would put me to sleep." "Some things are better left unsaid." Repeated the dwarfed thing. Mario soon lost control of his body and slid down the bench into a laying position; slipping into a world of dreamless slumber. Chapter Four Just as soon as Mario realized that he fell asleep, he awoke again. There were no memories of the past 30 hours of slumber. Dreamless. Nothingness. All during this time, his wounds were healed, but most of the pain remained. As he sat up, he looked to the crusty, cracked walls of the shelter, then to the floor, which had been o After Mario finished his first meal in days, the familiar being appeared from around the corner o "You ready to talk?" Demanded Mario, who was angry with the glorious lack of information about everything that had happened. "And do you have a name?" "You may call me Grey." Spoke the foul-odored mushroom. "The reason I know about you is quite simple. Ages ago, my ancestors did not possess the gift of mobility like unto me this present day. They were very primitive, but led very happy lives. They lived in their thoughts, which they could share with each other telepathically. But times changed, and soon the land began to become dry and desolate. Many of them died off, but some shed their roots and grew limbs to walk upon the soil with. Many of these did not survive the process, while others had carried the lands' ailments with them and became a horrible twisted form of painful corruption. There were a very small number of them who survived the transition to this bipedal state. As time went o "...A telepath?" "That is correct. When you were hit by that metal debris, you were thrown violently into a state of helplessness, a rare state that most humans don't survive. This state is the window of oppurtunity for me to extract memories and manipulate their state of existance from their world into ours." "So, what happens to me in MY world? Am I dead?" "You no longer exist in that world." "...you mean, I'm just... gone?" Mario asked, with great and heavy sorrow. "All of my memories are a lie? Like I never lived my life?" "Your life up to the moment I brought you here has been real. Even that certian final memory of your brother." "...My brother..." replied Mario, wallowing deeply in his memories. "He died in a plane crash sixteen years ago, just outside the San Francisco Bay area. Him and the two pilots weren't even found." Mario, thinking to himself, couldn't bear that this memory still exists inside him, and that it had still happened. He would have given everything to prevent this from occuring. Even his own life. But notwithstanding his heavy mournings, his face still looked the same. Always projecting a blunt ex "So... you feel it too?" asked Mario, who looked up at Grey, looking for someone to understand him. Grey repositioned his stance, and soon replied. "I cannot feel others' emotions. My telepathy is restricted to thoughts o "Mario, your brother... he lives." Chapter Five There were three memories that trickled to consiousness as soon as Mario heard those words. The first had been a random memory from childhood; childishly fighting over a Sacajawea dollar that was found in the brickyard. The second was in Mario's prime, where he had broken his leg playing 1-on-1 with his brother. The final comes to mind years later when Mario had seen his sibling last. Luigi had slammed the door in Mario's face after a simple argument. Mario had remembered every feature o Soon, Mario came out of a trance seconds later after Grey's last statement, o "Luigi... he's alive?" Asked Mario with full intent o Grey replied with sadness. "I brought him here into this world when he supposedly died that day. However, he has fallen into the hands of our enemies. His whereabouts are unknown." Mario had almost fallen to the ground in disbelief. "Why do you toy with me like this?" Grey tried to comfort Mario. "Your brother is still alive. I can sense his presence, but this is all. If you wish to recover him, you must go to the Encampment of Corruption." "With just my fists?" Questioned Mario, who was determined to go, though challenged by his lack of weaponry. "Do you have something else around that corner that can help me out?" The mushroom shook his head. "I have nothing else that may be of assistance to you. However, there are some things along the way. Head west towards the Encampment and you will find a thick tall tree. At the base of that tree, there is an oddly colored patch of soil. It will be up to you to figure things out from there. If we see each other again, I will tell you more about this land." Mario felt more confident than ever, aside from Grey's last statement. Mario was determined to find and solve the mystery if he hopes to survive, and if he hopes to save Luigi. As he prepared himself for his perilous journey, he thought to himself. Thoughts of uncertianty and uncontrollable amounts of fear rolled through his mind. "How am I supposed to take in all this information from a crazy mushroom?" He thought. "I'd do anything for my brother... though I didn't think I'd be doing this." Mario, finally ready for his journey, gave a salute to the stunted fungus and started off heading west. He looked o Before he knew it, Mario had already traveled the length of 8 miles. Being from Brooklyn, and not able to afford a personal vehicle, walking was natural to him. However, fatigue was beginning to set in. After another four miles or so, Mario stopped and looked up from the water depravated desert. Among the light mist, he spotted a pointy object towering into the sky. As he got closer, he realized that this was the huge tree that was mentioned. As he corrected his direction, he came upon a strange mound in the ground, which changed a deep crimson color o Upon arriving to the towering wood, he inspected the ground at the base. He quickly found a discolored patch of soil. He then wondered what to do about this, seeing as something was definitely strange about this place. He decided to rest, and think upon it. He found a good place to sit, in between two roots, where the surrounding soil has become soft. After a good hour, he finally had a feasible solution to the problem at hand. Chapter Six The idea that came to his mind was rather an itch to experiment, since all Mario had been doing was thinking in his own worldly ways and getting nowhere fast. This time, his thought was a bit more outside of the box, which box was existing in this world's physics. Mario stood up, picked up a palm-sized rock, and walked over to the oddly-colored patch of soil. Standing o The box had a ball o Mario grinned. "What a great plumber's tool," he thought, as he made a fist and faced the towering tree. He pulled back his fist and struck the tree with such a mighty force that his whole arm was buried in the dead wood. Pulling his hand out effortlessly, he unclenched his fist. A very fine powder fell from the hand that o He then struck the ground with this same fist, creating an intense dust cloud. A hole was created that was big enough to put a refridgerator inside. He walked amongst the thick dust and picked up the enigmatic box, which he tossed into the hole. Using his flat right palm, Mario effortlessly scooped soil into the hole, burying the box and filling the pit. After completing this, Mario started to walk west, the direction of the Encampment of Corruption. Every step was taken in confidence as he made his way to his destination. O Mario, satisfied with the performance of the glove, bellowed a cry of war as he glared at the organic remains that littered the unforgiving landscape. As he continued west, he walked across the carnage that Mario had created. He picked up a piece of the red shell and examined it. It was sharp and strong. It reminded him of the power of his glove, and also made a good secondary weapon. He tucked it into o An easy five hours of sojourning passed. The glove gave Mario strength and energy to swiftly hike this terrain with ease. The soil turned a darker brown, and Mario had began to see signs of life, in the form of small insects and black grass. The further he walked, the darker the terrain. After scaling a hill, he was able to get a good wide look of his surroundings. Behind him was a brigher landscape, full of remiders of how relentless this world was. He looked forward towards his destination, which didn't look to merciful either. He noticed a small group of black tents, which matched the ground well. The thing that gave it away were small plumes of white smoke billowing from the tops of the shelters thereof. He started towards it, assuming it was the Encampment of Corruption that Grey had spoken of. As he walked, he noticed the sky was losing its color, fading away into a dull dark grey. It o Fanfiction.net |
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*Grabs the zebra cakes and throws them o I want Devil's food, dammit! (Devil's Food = Yum) ____________________ |
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I HATE Taco Bell. I don't want American-Made pseudo-Mexican food. I'd rather take off to a burger place. Wendy's or Burger King is ideal. McDonalds is okay too. ____________________ |
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Damn, Felicia is hot.
...Am I a closet furrie? That's kind of unsettling... ____________________ |
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Well, my engrish is angry at me, for am I to taught how spoke. The table is eating religious balloons.
Thanks Xk, I guess. I'm a little relieved that it's not considered furry. What IS it considered anyways? /d/? ____________________ |
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