So... Will there be multiplayer
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phantom_tranger
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post on the sticky next time you **** off
Kestenvarn
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Is that the same guy? I know we had someone with multiple accounts earlier...
Crazed Rabbit
Squire
In the future, I sense a lock.
This guy posts two threads about multiplayer, totally ignoring the sticky (even after it was pointed out!). Two posts, two locked threads. Tha's some kind of record there.
You can post all you want in the sticky dude. It's easy. Discuss MP there, don't make more threads.
Crazed Rabbit
This guy posts two threads about multiplayer, totally ignoring the sticky (even after it was pointed out!). Two posts, two locked threads. Tha's some kind of record there.
You can post all you want in the sticky dude. It's easy. Discuss MP there, don't make more threads.
Crazed Rabbit
Sir Saladin
Count
The exploding computer idea made me laugh so hard I have beer on my keyboard now. Not really but it was close.
Everyone wants multiplayer... And with a sticky right at the top, there really is no excuse for this. He probably has more than one account and is just having "fun". Although i do think some of you are a bit harsh with new people and reposts, this guy is even annoying me. Well there, i finally got a word in on a thread before it was locked, w00t! 
Lunchbox
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Once upon a weeknight dreary, while I posted, weak and weary,
Over many a long and ponderous thread of forgotten lore,
While I posted, nearly dead, suddenly there came a thread,
As of someone newly signed-up, signed up to my forum
"Tis some newb," I muttered, "posting at my forum;
Only this, and nothing more."
Open here the thread I link, when, with many a pause and think,
In there stood a beg of 'muffin', of the mod's days of censor
Not in the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with the mien of newb or nerd, perched within that thread's lore
Posted by a AV of phallus, just within that thread's lore,
Posted and say, saying "Multiplayor"
Over many a long and ponderous thread of forgotten lore,
While I posted, nearly dead, suddenly there came a thread,
As of someone newly signed-up, signed up to my forum
"Tis some newb," I muttered, "posting at my forum;
Only this, and nothing more."
Open here the thread I link, when, with many a pause and think,
In there stood a beg of 'muffin', of the mod's days of censor
Not in the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with the mien of newb or nerd, perched within that thread's lore
Posted by a AV of phallus, just within that thread's lore,
Posted and say, saying "Multiplayor"
Sir Saladin
Count
My favorite Edgar Allen Poe story was that really crazy one about some man who inherited a fortune and then became some kind of demon summoning sorceror, I liked The Gold Bug too because it was strange and of course Murders in the Rue Morgue was incredibly weird.
Lunchbox
Recruit
Once upon a weeknight dreary, while I posted, weak and weary,
Over many a long and ponderous thread of forgotten lore,
While I posted, nearly dead, suddenly there came a thread,
As of someone newly signed-up, signed up to my forum
"Tis some newb," I muttered, "posting at my forum;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, twas one December, it was early morn I do remember,
I read each seperate font, times, ariel and several more.
Eagerly I wished to patch; vainly I had hoped to catch
From the downloads, no match, match for my multiplayor.
For the rare and radient game who plays multiplayor
No luck, no multiplayor
But back to present, within the posting of each uncertain
Filled me--- filled me with fantastic terrors of posts before
So that now, to still my typing fingers, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some newb entreating the game to multiplayor
Some new newb entreating the game to multiplayor
Go away, no multiplayor"
Presently my font bolder; hesitating then to scold'er
"Newb," said I, "or nerdcore, truly your posting I implore;
But the fact is, I was posting, and so gently you came ranting,
And so you can stop ranting, ranting about multiplayor,
That all the posters will flame you." Here I opened up said post;---
It said nothing, bar "multiplayor"
Deep into the ranting peering, long I sat there, frowning, sneering
Flaming, insulting words no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the thread was unpost'in, and the silence gave no token,
And the only word there posted was the whispered word
Multiplayor?, This I posted, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Multiplayor!?!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into GD turning, all my soul within me flaming,
Soon again I saw a posting, something more annoying that before,
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my MSN
Let me see, then, what person is, and these newbs explore.
Let my posting be still a moment, and this person explore.
" 'Tis the messenger, no thing more."
Open here I clicked the link, when, with many a newb and flammer,
In there sat a simple newb, of the annoying posts of yore.
Not the least quiet made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of newb or noob, perched above my background softcore
Perched above a .GIF of phallus, just above my background softcore,
Perched and rant about multiplayor
Then this annoyed newb beguiling my sad fancy into laughing,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy word be short and sharpen word," I wrote, "art sure no craver,
Borer, new, and annoying raver, no stopping about multiplayor"
Tell me what the appeal is of your fav'd multiplayor"
Quoth the newb, "Multiplayor"
Much I flammed this moronly tool to post posts so sorely
Though it's argued little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that the feature being
Atop all our lists of wish, we admit no multiplayor
No plead or post will bring us or wished multiplayor
No such luck for our multiplayor
But the newb, posting lonely in that silent thread, post only
That one word, as if his soul in that one post he did outpour
Nothing rational more he uttered, not a flammer's words he muttered;
Till I finally got round to post, "Other friends have asked before;
On the morrow you'll leave it, as our hopes all flew before"
Then the newb, "Multiplayor"
Startled by the silliness spoken by reply so quickly post'in
"Countless," post I, "have posted this multiplayor,
Caught by flamming poster, whom unmerciful disaster
Posted fast and posted faster, all the posts "no multiplayor"
Till the poster's hopes for his multiplayor
Are gone, forevermore.
But the newb still more ranting, all my soul into flamming
Straight I put it, posting simple and outward saying "no multiplayor"
Then into my chair sinking, I told the new about the linking
Thread upon thread, all for "please sir, multiplayor?" ---
All this recent newb, all flame alight, said was multplayor
All he spoke "multiplayor"
Thus I sat engaged in posting, no single word expressing
To the newb, who's constant rant stung to my core;
This and more I sat explaining, with my lamp over recliner
In my posts the demand was stated, the end of it, all no more.
Within the post demand it was stated, the end of it, all no more.
We shall not get Multiplayor
Then, my thought, the post grew stranger, altered by an unseen censor
Swung by admins, whose alterations resulted in much gaffaw.
"Muffin," I cried, "thy muffin requests hath ridiculed thee -- by these mods
Sent thee joke--- joke and laughter in the name of multiplayor!
Laugh, O laugh this kind admin'r, and forget the Multiplayor"
Quote the newb, "Muffin".
"Moron!" post I, "idiot of MB!-- muffin still, if newb or noob!
Whether posting rubbish, or rubbish poster send to bore,
Suggestion, general discussion, all be tainted by your bore
On this home of Mount and blade, there is no multiplayor!
Get it-- into your head-- remember -- NO MULTIPLAYOR"
Quote the new, "Multiplayor"
"Be that our last posting, tool or gimp!" I shrieked, flamming--
"Get thee back into the forum of counterstrike! You bore!
Leave no trace of thou, take with thee what was spoken!
Leave our forum unbroken! -- Leave us, out the door!
Take thy posts from out our forum, and take thy words from our out store!
Quote the newb, "Multiplayor"
And that newb or noob remains here, always posting
On the forum of our choice, just above the "plz more gore";
And his posts are all naming the reason of his flaming
The reason of his flaming and the reason of his bore
The purpose of his boredom and the posts his has in store
Shall be repeated, forevermore.
Over many a long and ponderous thread of forgotten lore,
While I posted, nearly dead, suddenly there came a thread,
As of someone newly signed-up, signed up to my forum
"Tis some newb," I muttered, "posting at my forum;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, twas one December, it was early morn I do remember,
I read each seperate font, times, ariel and several more.
Eagerly I wished to patch; vainly I had hoped to catch
From the downloads, no match, match for my multiplayor.
For the rare and radient game who plays multiplayor
No luck, no multiplayor
But back to present, within the posting of each uncertain
Filled me--- filled me with fantastic terrors of posts before
So that now, to still my typing fingers, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some newb entreating the game to multiplayor
Some new newb entreating the game to multiplayor
Go away, no multiplayor"
Presently my font bolder; hesitating then to scold'er
"Newb," said I, "or nerdcore, truly your posting I implore;
But the fact is, I was posting, and so gently you came ranting,
And so you can stop ranting, ranting about multiplayor,
That all the posters will flame you." Here I opened up said post;---
It said nothing, bar "multiplayor"
Deep into the ranting peering, long I sat there, frowning, sneering
Flaming, insulting words no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the thread was unpost'in, and the silence gave no token,
And the only word there posted was the whispered word
Multiplayor?, This I posted, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Multiplayor!?!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into GD turning, all my soul within me flaming,
Soon again I saw a posting, something more annoying that before,
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my MSN
Let me see, then, what person is, and these newbs explore.
Let my posting be still a moment, and this person explore.
" 'Tis the messenger, no thing more."
Open here I clicked the link, when, with many a newb and flammer,
In there sat a simple newb, of the annoying posts of yore.
Not the least quiet made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of newb or noob, perched above my background softcore
Perched above a .GIF of phallus, just above my background softcore,
Perched and rant about multiplayor
Then this annoyed newb beguiling my sad fancy into laughing,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy word be short and sharpen word," I wrote, "art sure no craver,
Borer, new, and annoying raver, no stopping about multiplayor"
Tell me what the appeal is of your fav'd multiplayor"
Quoth the newb, "Multiplayor"
Much I flammed this moronly tool to post posts so sorely
Though it's argued little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that the feature being
Atop all our lists of wish, we admit no multiplayor
No plead or post will bring us or wished multiplayor
No such luck for our multiplayor
But the newb, posting lonely in that silent thread, post only
That one word, as if his soul in that one post he did outpour
Nothing rational more he uttered, not a flammer's words he muttered;
Till I finally got round to post, "Other friends have asked before;
On the morrow you'll leave it, as our hopes all flew before"
Then the newb, "Multiplayor"
Startled by the silliness spoken by reply so quickly post'in
"Countless," post I, "have posted this multiplayor,
Caught by flamming poster, whom unmerciful disaster
Posted fast and posted faster, all the posts "no multiplayor"
Till the poster's hopes for his multiplayor
Are gone, forevermore.
But the newb still more ranting, all my soul into flamming
Straight I put it, posting simple and outward saying "no multiplayor"
Then into my chair sinking, I told the new about the linking
Thread upon thread, all for "please sir, multiplayor?" ---
All this recent newb, all flame alight, said was multplayor
All he spoke "multiplayor"
Thus I sat engaged in posting, no single word expressing
To the newb, who's constant rant stung to my core;
This and more I sat explaining, with my lamp over recliner
In my posts the demand was stated, the end of it, all no more.
Within the post demand it was stated, the end of it, all no more.
We shall not get Multiplayor
Then, my thought, the post grew stranger, altered by an unseen censor
Swung by admins, whose alterations resulted in much gaffaw.
"Muffin," I cried, "thy muffin requests hath ridiculed thee -- by these mods
Sent thee joke--- joke and laughter in the name of multiplayor!
Laugh, O laugh this kind admin'r, and forget the Multiplayor"
Quote the newb, "Muffin".
"Moron!" post I, "idiot of MB!-- muffin still, if newb or noob!
Whether posting rubbish, or rubbish poster send to bore,
Suggestion, general discussion, all be tainted by your bore
On this home of Mount and blade, there is no multiplayor!
Get it-- into your head-- remember -- NO MULTIPLAYOR"
Quote the new, "Multiplayor"
"Be that our last posting, tool or gimp!" I shrieked, flamming--
"Get thee back into the forum of counterstrike! You bore!
Leave no trace of thou, take with thee what was spoken!
Leave our forum unbroken! -- Leave us, out the door!
Take thy posts from out our forum, and take thy words from our out store!
Quote the newb, "Multiplayor"
And that newb or noob remains here, always posting
On the forum of our choice, just above the "plz more gore";
And his posts are all naming the reason of his flaming
The reason of his flaming and the reason of his bore
The purpose of his boredom and the posts his has in store
Shall be repeated, forevermore.
