From the somebody's page :
* ====PLAYER �INFORMATION==== � ===CHARACTER INFORMATION=== *
* Player Name: John � � � � � * Age: 2382 days Sex: � � � � *
* Nick Name: � Johnny � � � � * Nationality: � �Range error *
* Age: 22 � �Sex: Male � � � �* Hair Color: � � Range error *
* I Am: Married & Happy � � � * Hair Style: � � Range error *
* I Am From: � � � � � � � � �* Eye Color: � � �Range error *
* � � � � � � � � � � � � � � * Approx Hgt: � � Range error *
* � � � � � � � � � � � � � � * Approx Wgt: � � Range error *
Still doesn't says much…
(Edited by Xeethot at 7:45 pm on April 7, 2004)
Strength:Pansy.
Perception:Able to Dodge flying discs.
Endurance:wheezy.
Agility:Catlike.
Intelligence:huh?
Charisma:used car salesmen
Luck:sometimes
also-
pistol: gunslinger
rifle: sniper
smg: average
longblade: belowpar
systems, programming, cracking: Higher than your average soccer mom.
stealth: sneaks up on cats.
disguise: redneck disgusting plastic teeth
disc golf: ace
mechanics-auto: Fast and Furious
driving: Peter Solberg (anyone watch WRC?)
artistry: 2-year-old
Brawling: soldier
trading: baseball cards
electronics:par
rolling:Tommy Chong
Strength: Brawny! (Like the towels, I too can hold a bowling ball when wet.)
Perception: Blind in one eye, squinty in the other. But nearly viable when wearing glasses!
Endurance: did you say 'run'?
Agility: Like a dancer. If by dancer you mean a 270 lb 6ft tall male with a 50 inch chest who has a bad habit of bumping into small things like door frames and refridgerators.
Intelligence: My girlfriend says I'm smart…
Charisma: On a scale from one to Janet, where Janet (Jackson) is the worst and one is a number, I'd say I rank Sniffly Puppy.
Luck: O' Da Irish. Unless I am driving. Or walking. Or sitting in certain brands of chair. Or in any state east of Washington, and south of Oregon, except for New Mexico. And on certain Tuesdays. And if I am using a computer…
skills:
pistol: Well Trained Gangbanger.
rifle: Oh SHIT! I just shot the instructor...
melee: BUTTERFINGERS are a weapon!
longblade: I only cut my head with a bokken once...
shortblade: I only cut my hands daily...
systems: delete *.*
stealth: Well, for a 270 lb big guy, I can move like a ghost.
driving: ...well...my insurance isn't that bad...*weeps*
artistry: ability to create at optimum levels!
Brawling: wet spaghetti!
martial arts: Ninja in Training!
trading: Pokemon!
electronics: ZAP!
rolling: Like Donnie, I am a DRUG FREE BODY!
large format printing: KILL ME!
cooking: Student Gourmet!
english: tourist like
japanese: meaningless
german: meaningless
pistol: Beer bottles fear me
rifle: Clumsy, but servicable
melee: My butterfingers are broken
longblade: You mean like a carving knife?
shortblade: Proficent
systems: Alan Turing
stealth: My joints pop
driving: Ironman Stewart
artistry: Smily faces and cubes
Brawling: See melee
martial arts: Master of Mexican Judo (Judo know what I'm capable of, essay! Judo know if I got a knife, judo know if I got a gun… judo know if I'm drunk...)
trading: Sells freezers to eskimos
electronics: Enough to be dangerous
rolling: You could roll me in a zig-zag and get high for a week.
negotiations: Master debater (say that three times fast)
piloting: Thousands of flight sim hours logged, but less than 20 hours in the real thing
brewing: hobbiest
english: fluent
spanish: Spanglish (What you learn from working at McDonalds in Los Angeles)
japanese: meaningless
german: meaningless
french: Such a silly language
finish: Can count to 10
-Kevlar
(Edited by Kevlar at 4:03 pm on April 13, 2004)
Programming: You ever here the one about the programming contest between Satan and Jesus? I hear J-man and Keblar came up with the program, judged the contest and gave both contestants some tips on doing better when all was written and done.
:argh:
I really should get started on my paper.
Quote: from Iga on 11:10 pm on April 14, 2004[br]KEBLAR! Sindome's most powerful coding elf! (and he makes great cookies too!)Lets rock out in Trogdor like style to Keblar!
*headbangs and screatches out -KEBLAR!!!-*
And the Keblar comes in the Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-i-i-i-i-i-i-i!
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(Edited by Xeethot at 6:32 am on April 15, 2004)
Str: "Can you open this bottle for me?"
"Christ. AGAIN?"
Per: I've read small print from 50'. Seriously.
End: "Beck, if you're any thinner, you'll fall through your own ass and hang yourself." "*BAP*"
Agi: "How the fuck do you dance in that?" "Very well, actually. *wink*"
Int: "Stop knowing things!" No."
Cha: goth scene: Luscious
academia: Amusing
mundanes: average
Japanese: charming
nerds: stunning
Luk: "Why does God hate me and not you?" "Because. *wink*"
Trading: "Beck, can I get a cigarette?" "Sure, take the whole pack." "I love being friends with Communists."
Programming: below par (@8 years out of date)
Cracking: ditto
Rifle: above average
Pistol: Untrained
Long blades: lots of Kendo practice
Brawling: "Stop hitting like a girl." "Shut UP!"
Dodge: Slippery little shit
Artistry: written: pro
visual: autistic child with crayons
Spanish: Hablo MUY guapa, y lo tengo las locas aptitudas
Japanese: Kawaii