Is not JL

No. Do you like Dr Pepper?

You don't get barred from stuff for making it before. Look. I just made it twice in a row, and while that also makes me feel like the voters have brain fart disease for making that decision, it does show that you can't actually be 'barred' from. I agree though, Bnus should buttclench.

Two votes for that. On an off note, Bnus, have you seen PokéBattle? It's essentially the same thing, but it's being made using X and Y models and animations, and has additional tools like an on-site pokedex. It's in closed beta right now, I think. Mewants.

Not really, but it's pretty good that TitanFall won't be having online passes. EA's too clever for that.

Some of the things I agree with, such as Ranked and Social, and visible 1 to 50..... But overall I have to disagree. Why? Because this is literally just saying you want Halo 3's mechanics. At the very least I'd wish for a revamp, not a redo. Yes, 'if it ain't broke don't fix it', but something people tend to forget is that if the game is stale and boring, it's broke. The simplest change I would make to your wishlist would be to have custom loadouts available in 'Social' playlists. Ordinance, Armor Abilities, should stay the same. They have their pros and cons but in the end they're simply helping the players excel.

Would join. Would not see the fairness though because, as I pointed out earlier in the shoutbox, your pokemon are gods compared to ours and I'm sure nobody has time like you did. I would suggest an idea here but why ruin the OP team fun

There certainly are. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I wasn't really trying to be nice in that sense either. I was simply being factual. Apart from what I said to Pbrabbit, because that was a bit of snarky sarcasm

Lolno, bacon is boring Did people talk about bacon when he was gone? (I actually don't remember)

Incompetence. Failure. But also unavoidable. A stupid person's impulsive action is as unavoidable as a clever person's one, but if the police officer is claiming it was a gun AFTER it happened, instead of accepting that she just took a life, despicable. Can't say all the blame lies on the police though. (I'd raise a point here, but it's an argument for somewhere else.)

Vaulting♥Frog lol Am I the only one who thinks the hot topic shouldn't be the hot topic...?

Welcome to the site. Have fun And you'll be fine. If you've got any questions, just ask and we'll be happy to help. -JL

YES, it DOES. First of, lets utterly ignore the existence of Team Slayer for now. Lets say every single game is a objective based game and k/d is a recorded stat. Your team wins with a lot more captures, scores, etc. Why? Because the people who dedicated themselves to slaying and killing and harassing and utterly destroying and preventing the other team from attacking, defending, and doing everything in general are doing good. They get a good k/d, they are a good team player. Almost certainly in a game where somebody got a high k/d, take that player out and the game will almost always heavily change. Next, lets take into context Team Slayer. A majorly played gametype in MLG and other tournaments and leagues due to the pure basics. A high k/d means you are doing good. It means you're being a good team player. Again, take out the high k/d player and the game will become much closer, if not downright switching winner and loser. Now, moving on the the next subject - a rebuttal to the argument of "I don't get high k/d because I am always X-ing or Y-ing for the team" 1. Take you out of that objective, you will be a thorn in your team's side. 2. Good killers on the other team, all you will do is die. You won't be helping out at all. 3. You will be feeding the other team and giving them ordnance in certain modes. 4. 1 dead player on your team is a big impact. 2v2? Half the team is gone. 3v3? A third. 4v4? A quarter. Especially harmful considering maps are scaled to players almost all the time. You are losing map control for your team, and it is a negative. 5. Say you're supporting your teammate. You can't kill anyone but they can. Your enemy team, especially in MLG, will know this after the first few scuffles. You will die immediately because that is all you can and will be doing, and your teammate is suddenly 1 support down. He will die, and much of the blame will be on you. Now, further take in the fact that matchmaking and MLG are very different. Your overall average k/d is negative against a whole bunch of players who are NOT mlg? You won't survive in MLG. MLG pro players are amazing - there's an embarrassing video out there of a team of Pro players against a bunch of randoms who were in the MLG playlit. Said randoms were really good players, who would no doubt dominate in the average MM game. Put them in MLG, and the pro's could only have fun by dying until they were -45 before making an easy comeback. Yes, k/d can have many negative factors that don't make it accurate, but saying that how well you perform from a k/d perspective each game doesn't matter is stupid considering this game is about shooting enemies in the face.

"Im not saying guessing monitors might get you the answers but guessing monitors might get you the answer although it won't get you to the answer" wut I think I'll back out of this riddle. I'll be back when the next one comes up, or if I have some meta comment.

No matter what you say I can only give one response - your request holds no weight. I can understand changing it, but all I can do now is make a note or something. The clever people will understand what I mean, perhaps with a bit of targeted guessing. Even if they were on google docs I'd have requested (And I did, although that role has since fallen out of use) a cataloger to work on cataloguing within this thread. Also, I guess you didn't check the first post yet, which IMO should be the first place people go to if they, y'know, wanna read it. It isn't necessarily final. I'd be very happy to change up some of the names of characters - specifically, the ones that are expies. (And for that reason I'm not changing Ranger into Caboose.)

I'd change it if your first sentence held any weight. It didn't.

Until you play with an entire team of GSD's. Because that is MLG for you. Saying KD means nothing is pretty stupid.

Sorry, Boss, but you were the prickiest of all members I knew here. This lead role was something you couldn't have escaped from. And don't worry - everybody here is actually a genius in one way or another. This chapter was definitely heavily inspired by a multitude of different things. Chapter 8: The Trifecta of pricks. 343iCF was a city that was fairly large in size. While it couldn't ever keep up with the expansion rate of sister sites such as Forgecafe and HaloCustoms due to their specialism, 343iCF made up for it with its sheer broadness. But as with every other place that didn't ever specialise in something, there was always going to be some of those things that didn't receive as much glory, attention and development compared to other subjects and topics. One of these deserted areas was a desert. Another one was an ocean. Whether these places were created by whoever made 343i.org, or whether they were natural occurrences, nobody knew. Close to the city, but not quite in it, was a beach. On this beach, was a bungalow. Nobody ever came to the shack, except the people who lived within the housing. Members avoided this place like it were glitched - and it wasn't really hard to figure out why. The shack looked unclean, dirty and disgusting. Piles of gunk and black slime seemed to unendingly attach to the cracking wood, which overall created a structure that looked like it was about to topple any moment. Although it wouldn't. But the outside was just the beginning. This bungalow was the epitome and epithet of the phrase "Don't judge something by it's appearance." Why? You ask. Well, quite simply, it's because the entire outside was like a heaven compared to the insides. Take a step inside the bungalow, and you were greeted with a stench like no other. Rotting food, crisps lying around, the broken controller lying on the ground. It generally smelled a bit like a mix of rotten eggs, a sewer, vomit, and also that smell you get from a highly sanitised place, like a hospital, all mixed together to form a hellhole of diffusion. The whirr of an Xbox's fan seemed to unendingly dominate the space within, if you managed to ignore the sounds of the television that was always on some kind of football or basketball game. The crumple of popcorn, the sound of objects clattering onto the floor, everything was just lazy. Okay, here's a better way to sum it up. Imagine the computer, the internet, technology, pristine in beauty, lush and unexplored yet beautiful and colonized at the same time. Now, imagine Internet Explorer. This bungalow equated to IE. But the worst part wasn't the housing. Oh, no. The worst part was what was being housed. This was the household of the Trifecta of Pricks. And today it had a visitor. The insect buzzed through the small crack in the wood that had situated itself within the wall ever since it had appeared as a consequence of target practice. Through the hole it went, it's wings flapping unendingly with an annoying buzz that immediately ticked off the first person who heard it - D-38 Boss. Sitting within the lounge of the bungalow (Although it wasn't worthy of being a lounge), Boss stared up. The fly did a small twirly loop before continuing on it's completely random flight plan erratically, indignant to the world around it. For a second, it flew across Boss' eyes, which didn't blink as it followed the bug. Zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. With a swift movement, Boss stood up, even as he stooped low to pick up his weapon - a gleaming, golden blade that looked a lot like a swiss army scissor - that had, a millisecond ago, been resting itself against the couch. A mix of biceps, triceps, deltoids, trapezius and other muscles tensed and contracted to swing the weapon. Two gleams of gold ripped through the air, aimed towards the insect. But the fly was small, and animalistic. Non-sentient, instinctive, it's path of flight was unpredictable and there wasn't anything Boss could do. Without even a display of dodging, Boss' weapon sliced nothing to death. With a taunting loop that only made Boss angrier, the fly decided for no apparent reason that it was now time to leave the room. It continued idiotically, flying with dips and lifts as if playing Flappy Bird, into another room. "Pffft. Can't believe that even you, our great and mighty leader, won't hurt a single fly. Or should I say that you couldn't? After all, intention and achievement of something are two completely different matters." Snipermaster1 chuckled to himself in another room, before turning around to face a large number of mirrors that had originated from a single mirror cracking. He flexed, stretched, and posed to himself, before giving to himself what he probably believed to be a dashing smile, although it really came off as a bit more of an ugly, arrogant grin. "You know, what you just said was really true," came the reply from Yoshi, even as he continued working, tinkering around with bits and pieces of scrap metal. "After all, you've got the intent of a fat kid in line for McDonalds, but yet you've never. Gotten. A. Single. Achievement." Each word he said towards the end was accentuated with a hammer smashing into metal. Yoshi stared at his handiwork - a finely made blade. Grunting, he picked it up and tossed it out the 'window' (Really just a big hole) and onto the beach. Perhaps if he found it tomorrow, when he'd forgotten about it, he'd have a whole new adventure. Rather than make a retort, Snipermaster simply played along in a girly, splayed voice. Which didn't sound good at all. "So insensitive, so mean," he cried, "See my cry, see me weep." To further emphasise what he was trying to convey, he raised his fingers to his eyes to wipe out fake tears with a horribly faked sniffle. Still, the sarcastic remarks didn't end itself there. "You've hurt me bad, stung me deep. Oh the tragedy, I now must meet." "Hey, hey, hey! You've got it wrong, Yoshi! Snipermaster HAS gotten an achievement," Black Wolf said as he raised his feet and smacked them up on a table, even as he inclined deeper into his chair. "He's achieved the record for utter and unprecedented stupidity." In another corner, tapping away at his controller, The Dumb Marine, gave out a small laughter. Even a small laughter from him, the most stoic of the group, meant that the joke had been a good one. And naturally, a good joke needed a followup. "Or, well, maybe your parents jointly held the record. Oh, wait - who was your father again? I mean, there is quite a big list of possibilities." Snipermaster's nostrils flared and his cheeks puffed. But even he knew when he was beat, and all he could do now was redirect the laughter to someone else. "Come on now, lets give credit where credit's due. The piggy obviously holds that record. He probably hugs the plaque in his sleep, if he hasn't eaten it already." The 'pig', an electric rat named Sparky, promptly threw the dumbbell he'd somehow been lifting at Snipermaster's head. All eyes within the room turned to track the rusted ball of metal as it flew through the air. Luckily, from all the glass reflections, Snipermaster managed to see it just in time to duck, letting it sail right over his head and smash the already-in-pieces mirror into much smaller fragments. Snipermaster and Sparky both turned to each other, beginning to growl in an inhuman manner at each other. Black Wolf promptly got to his feet. He wouldn't miss a chance taking another pick at someone. "Now look what you've done," he proclaimed, even as he gestured with his arms for exaggeration, "You've killed him. This is murder!" Slowly, his grin grew wider and wider, a little bit uglier with each syllable that came out of his mouth. "His one and only true love has been murdered - HIMSELF!" That drew out a small snicker from Yoshi, as well as a deep heh-heh from Sparky. The Dumb Marine remained indignant, while it simply wiped a scowl up onto Snipermaster's face. But with all of these happenings, Boss was vaguely aware that the fly had come back into this room. This time though, he wouldn't be defeated by a mere insect. This time it wouldn't get away. No; it would serve it's purpose as an example. With a quick movement Boss stood back up, surprising and stunning the other Pricks into silence. He took a few steps forwards, rummaging through a pile of useful goods and useless junk, eventually pulling out a small jar of orange, tangy honey that was probably farmed from the wilderness. "Hey!" Black Wolf said as he reached out with grabby hands, "That's mine! I stole it, fair and square. What're you doing with it?" He stepped forwards to grab it, but Boss simply turned on the spot, letting Black Wolf grapple with a bit of nothingness before slamming onto the floor. Without words, Boss twisted the cap open, even as he let his emotions get the better of him. A meek smile began to appear on his face. A finger dipped in, bathing themselves in the orange colored liquid whose aroma was lost within this room. The insect was small, yes, but it was stupid, even more so than Snipermaster. And, like everything else, it could be predicted. With his clean hand, Boss reached for his duoblades again, letting his hand slide smoothly into the grip. For a moment, it seemed to flicker. * * * RedStarRocket frowned as he spoke with Twam. "Our number one suspect is still, well, there. Trapped. He seems to have no knowledge of the happenings up here either. What next?" Twam sighed. Staring at the list, he wasn't sure whether the suspect they had just had a talk to deep in the pits of the Coliseum or the suspect they had next on the list was better to talk to. Both were extremities, and he'd rather both never saw the light of the forum. "Throughout the history of 343iCF, only one member has ever....'survived' a glitch. This person's body....changed afterwards. His name is...." * * * Boss' movements had now shut up all the other Pricks in the room. The only sound unusual sound they could hear now within this awkward silence was the buzzing of a fly, and even that died down when the fly landed on the honey on Boss' fingers. Finding so much sweetness out here in this strange place was a surprise. Even with it's wide angle eyes, it was too slow, too stupid to react to the blade that sliced it cleanly in half before passing right through Boss' fingers as though they weren't solid objects. There was another flicker at the contact point as Boss used his power. Boss held his finger out for the 5 others to see. Turning in a circle, he let each and every one of the others gaze upon the now red-tinted honey, and the two perfect halves of the bug that were stuck to the sticky liquid. He stopped when he faced Snipermaster, and looked him in the eye. Although Snipermaster was the taller one here, he gulped with a feeling of diminutiveness. "For me," Boss began without the need to shout, "Intent and Achievement may be different, but Intent and Achieving are one and the same." He held up his hands, playing with the honey for a second as it drooped downwards. "I can hurt flies. I can hurt you. I can hurt all of you." He hissed.

I would say, use more quotations and analyze some of the literary devices. Also, I would have to say that while you give clear and concise points, you probably could have given more of them. I remember doing something similar in an analysis of just Friar Lawrence, and I wrote a lot more than what you did, although, again, you are a Freshman (Although that term is honestly useless here considering we aren't in your school and thus have no idea what that term defines). Another point I may raise is your assumptions of 'logical actions' would fix things. Yes, at some points in the story they would but everything is different. Put yourself in Friar Lawrence's shoes - You've just commited a crime, lied massively, and you hear the authorities coming. Fear of what the Prince will do and what his parishioners will do washes over him immediately and he runs. He's helpful and believes in peace but in the end he's still a bit selfish and wussy. Throughout the story, EVERYBODY is at fault. Make sure you convey that point, as well as the fact that you are trying to find out who the biggest two factors have been. Some tip on improving it would be use pee. Point - Concisely write down what you are trying to say, what your point is. Evidence - Quote. It's fine to use multiple. Explain - Analyse the quote, explain how it relates to the point, as well as give information surrounding the point itself. How long does this paper need to be?

Lich?

For just a multiplayer only game to have a 40gig install...... Would be interesting to see exactly what files we download.

New Halocustoms tempalte Also, while Throwback's aren't really a new thing, for such a 'weekend' to have been organized, big props to the organizers over at THFE (Although this isn't really the place to say that :3)

The harvester?