The Hangout: Lee & Strelok26, sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G.

[Evans]

On the face and arms, that is.

[Fer!]

Well, brother is up.

Gone for now, laters!

[Evans]

Have a nice day, Fer.

I'm off as well. Bai!

[Panda Man]

I'm thinking on getting a 9550 or a (something)6200 AGP, at least to play some games...

Also, video handling stuff and that get improved by the use of a videocard? Or I'm just wrong?

Sometimes yes, but its mostly CPU dependent. Get a 9800PRO.

[Strelok26]

wtf?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSVXp0d9gTE

[Panda Man]

Strelok, I suggest you RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!!!

[Strelok26]

Strelok, I suggest you RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!!!

Oh shit...Not again

[Strelok26]

viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine meeeeeeeeee

[Strongbad]

Strelok, go away forever.

[Strelok26]

Strelok, go away forever.

Why?!

[Jetsetlemming]

Goddamnit, Bioshock doesn't work. :\ Gah. I tried fucking around with the .ini settings and such, and every time it crashes as soon as it tries to open a game window.
Also, fuck you 2k games and fuck you Securom. You stupid fucking pieces of shit have never, in the history of PC gaming, stopped a single fucking cracker, and yet you stick that STUPID bullshit in game demos and make me restart my computer because it detects a "process explorer". Fucking shit did the same thing with the demo of Tomb Raider: Anniversary, too. Retarded bullshit.
I at least watched the bink encoded videos that come with the demo. The one entitled "attractmovie" was pretty awesome. It was basically a view of the main character trying to kill one of those Little Sister demon girls, and getting fucked up bad by a couple Big Daddies. Gory, too. You see his hand and chest drilled through. Kick ass. Jack Thompson was right about this game.

[Strelok26]

WTF?! im gonna kill those noobs in pawn!

[Anonymous]

Henceforth is a tale describing the events pertaining to the time my existence was upended, rotating 180 degrees along the X axis, also I would like to use 60 seconds, please do not rise from your chair, I shall regale you of the occasion that I was crowned as the heir to the throne in a village by the name of Bel-Air.

On the western outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I was conceived and reared, on the children's recreational area I passed much of my time. Becoming colder, maximizing, resting, each satisfactory, also engaging in the sport invented by Dr. Naismith in 1891 outdoors near the educational facility. Then, two unknown fellows, who had planned unsavory activities, began acting out their plans in my residential area. I was involved in a single bout of fisticuffs, and my matriarch became frightened, and exclaimed, "You shall now reside with my sister and her husband in Bel-Air!" I signaled a passing taxi by blowing through my pursed lips, and when it arrived, the vehicle's identification tag read "FRESH", and large versions of gaming devices hung from the reflective surface used to view the rear of the car. If nothing else, I may surmise that this taxi was one of a kind, but I reasoned, "No, don't worry about it. Excuse me sir, please take me to a place by the name of Bel-Air!"

I stopped in front of an abode between 7 and 8 o' the clock, and I exclaimed to the taxi driver, "Good sir, I shall detect you with my olfactory sense at a later date!" I surveyed my commonwealth, I had arrived at last, to rest on my ruling chair as the first-born son of the king of a monarchy called Bel-Air.

[Evans]

Henceforth is a tale describing the events pertaining to the time my existence was upended, rotating 180 degrees along the X axis, also I would like to use 60 seconds, please do not rise from your chair, I shall regale you of the occasion that I was crowned as the heir to the throne in a village by the name of Bel-Air.

On the western outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I was conceived and reared, on the children's recreational area I passed much of my time. Becoming colder, maximizing, resting, each satisfactory, also engaging in the sport invented by Dr. Naismith in 1891 outdoors near the educational facility. Then, two unknown fellows, who had planned unsavory activities, began acting out their plans in my residential area. I was involved in a single bout of fisticuffs, and my matriarch became frightened, and exclaimed, "You shall now reside with my sister and her husband in Bel-Air!" I signaled a passing taxi by blowing through my pursed lips, and when it arrived, the vehicle's identification tag read "FRESH", and large versions of gaming devices hung from the reflective surface used to view the rear of the car. If nothing else, I may surmise that this taxi was one of a kind, but I reasoned, "No, don't worry about it. Excuse me sir, please take me to a place by the name of Bel-Air!"

I stopped in front of an abode between 7 and 8 o' the clock, and I exclaimed to the taxi driver, "Good sir, I shall detect you with my olfactory sense at a later date!" I surveyed my commonwealth, I had arrived at last, to rest on my ruling chair as the first-born son of the king of a monarchy called Bel-Air.

TLR

I'll just assume you didn't get laid.

[Anonymous]

Henceforth is a tale describing the events pertaining to the time my existence was upended, rotating 180 degrees along the X axis, also I would like to use 60 seconds, please do not rise from your chair, I shall regale you of the occasion that I was crowned as the heir to the throne in a village by the name of Bel-Air.

On the western outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I was conceived and reared, on the children's recreational area I passed much of my time. Becoming colder, maximizing, resting, each satisfactory, also engaging in the sport invented by Dr. Naismith in 1891 outdoors near the educational facility. Then, two unknown fellows, who had planned unsavory activities, began acting out their plans in my residential area. I was involved in a single bout of fisticuffs, and my matriarch became frightened, and exclaimed, "You shall now reside with my sister and her husband in Bel-Air!" I signaled a passing taxi by blowing through my pursed lips, and when it arrived, the vehicle's identification tag read "FRESH", and large versions of gaming devices hung from the reflective surface used to view the rear of the car. If nothing else, I may surmise that this taxi was one of a kind, but I reasoned, "No, don't worry about it. Excuse me sir, please take me to a place by the name of Bel-Air!"

I stopped in front of an abode between 7 and 8 o' the clock, and I exclaimed to the taxi driver, "Good sir, I shall detect you with my olfactory sense at a later date!" I surveyed my commonwealth, I had arrived at last, to rest on my ruling chair as the first-born son of the king of a monarchy called Bel-Air.

TLR : Bel-Air