Mr-Fusion
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Check this out (saw this linked from steampowered)
http://tarisspeed.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=joynice1008
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He even closes certain threads. That guy needs a medal.
I still haven't satisfied myself that you're all not just different sides of Munro's personality, contrived as an elaborate plot to waste my time alone.
That guy needs to get a life.
What's the point of that? There's only one person. How much of a shit life do you have to have in order to post on a forum where there's just you? I don't understand it.
Yeah, I was expecting something absurd and frightening like this, something with one guy responding constantly to himself as if he was many many people...but this is just lists of stuff, information organised in an unorthodox way. It's not really very abnormal.It's not like he's talking to himself like a split personality crazy person would.
It's not sad.
It's not like he's talking to himself like a split personality crazy person would.
Read my post.
I find it funny that so far the only people who think this is sad are girls.
Wow girls can use Google.
I'd give you positive responses any day of the week, baby.I could say something right now, but I wouldn't get positive responses.
lol from his link:What the flying F*CK?
Frank was a mass murderer. He had to keep everything inside, but in front of this blue Post-It note and pencil, it all spilled out. He was a bomb expert. His newest target was some lady he worked with. His conscience came out just long enough to write him a reminder: "Don't do it She have 3 Kids". Then his dark side took over. He set his bomb for 3 minutes: "The same 3 minutes you gave me when I tried to ask you out at the school prom in 1989!" He went to her house and put the bomb under her family's house. "There are going to be bloody heads everywhere tonight," he scowled.
But Jim Wilson, who everybody called "Ricky" for fun, knew something was up. He looked under his neighbor's house, and sure enough he saw the bomb. He knew it was a dangerous situation, and he could only trust one man to help him.
"Hello." Ricky was encompassed in shadow. It was Ray, or Ron for short. "You need help?"
"Does a bullfrog croak?"
"Yep." Ron smiled wryly. "Here. I'll crawl under the porch and you grab me by my feet."
So Jim (Ricky) held Ron's feet. "On my mark. Go!" Ron went straight for the gusto, and disabled the bomb. "Now it's time to find out whoever made this bomb. But that's another chapter."
Ricky sighed in relief. The lady came out of the house, and Ricky explained what had happened. "Oh dear!" she said. "It's been hard lately. I just got divorced, and now there was a bomb under my house! Jeez!" She started to cry.
Ricky gave her a hug. "Don't cry. Only being a good neighbor." The lady reached in for a kiss, but Ricky turned away. "No...no. It wouldn't be right. Relationships based on life or death circumstances never last." "Okay..." she said, but you could tell she wanted to go out with him. Ricky tipped his cap, and she went inside.
"Whew. Some day, huh?"
"Yeah. Hey, you want to come over to my house? We can have an all-night Monopoly tournament."
Ricky gave Ron a really solid slap on the back. "Only if I can be banker."
They would have walked out into the sunset, but it was a cloudy day. Oh well, nothing's ever perfect. Sometimes you've got to make lemonade with your lemons.