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@Soup Miner: I'm assuming that thing on her wrist is somehow preventing her wrist from snapping like a twig?

I've met 2 of them. Basically ratted him out first time, second time we was level up bait. Let him finish taking, then ran him through with my Blade's Sword.

If / When this stuff becomes mainstream then it could be incredible. Sure they can render millions of atoms and that is pretty impressive. What we haven't see is animation of those atoms, not to mention physical and destructible characteristics which would need to be considered in today's gaming market.

Personally, I think if this was genuinely functional or even legit, a lot of development companies would have invested in it already.

Anyone know how to set lighting perameters in The Compilater? I want texreflect but it's not an option. Grrr.

Man I love the spirit engine. It just makes things like this so much more simple. Not that that helps you at all but I just thought I'd throw it out there.

I've uploaded mine. First map upload in 6 years.

Why do I spend so much time here?

We WERE using CVS. That was a bad choice.

I reckon hlife_hotdog made mine.

Yeah, not got round to using these yet. Some screeny goodness might tickle my fancy.

Cordless drill and saw "Lithium Ion batteries" to help build my tree deck.

You crazy Americans and your tree based structures... I love it.

As with previous stories, they can and they will.

Danny’s eyes darted from the stairs to the open door and back again several times before finally stopped to meet Phil’s gaze. “Fuck this.” He said, scarpering towards the back door. His heavy footsteps caused the thing upstairs to stir. Phil could hear it moving back towards the top of the staircase, its previous grunting giving way to a bloodthirsty snarl.

Phil was already out of the house, his heart thudding in his ears and his feet stinging with every impact on the garden path beneath them. Something was chasing him and he could feel himself running faster and faster. He shot through the open back gate and into the alleyway which ran behind the houses. It was no use though. The beast lumbering behind him was getting closer and he could hear the path thumping beneath its weight. His mouth and throat were dry and he felt sick, yet the hot breath at his heels brought out more energy than he thought he could ever muster. The thumping behind him began to slow, and the squealing and snarling began to soften. Was it giving up? Not a chance.

A thick green substance whipped past his left ear and slapped against a tree as he passed, letting out a faint sizzle. Another wet smack landed right behind his feet and something splashed his ankles. Phil let out a yelp as a burning sensation shot up both of his legs. He staggered, almost falling onto his face but he used every ounce of energy he had left to regain his balance. He sprinted a few more feet before coming to a junction in the alley. He darted to the left and kept running, almost totally blocking out the sound of a voice behind him. He slid to a halt, the ground crunching under his feet. He turned to see Danny and the chubby man hiding behind the wall. He quickly ran back past the path he had just exited and then stopped. He stepped back out. It was empty. He could just make out a steaming heap of green slime further down the alley, but other than that, not a thing. He looked down at his feet and lifted the legs of his jeans. The backs of his socks were dotted with holes where he had been sprayed by the goo and the skin underneath looked as though he had been using his ankles to stub out cigarettes.

“Jesus,” hissed Danny “What the Hell happened to you?”

“Looks like one of the tentacle face things got him.” The fat man pondered, his face was still red, sweat dripping down his face. He had blood down his sleeves which he had used to wipe his wound. “I’m Jack , by the way.” He politely extended a chubby, pink, sweaty hand and Phil politely pretended to not see it. The three of them jumped as the sound of splintering wood ripped through the air. The grunting and squealing came back, followed by the sound of a barking dog. The creature was scouring the gardens for something else to eat. The three did all they could to block out the horrendous sounds that followed as they crept out of the alleyway towards the street. As they emerged, Jack gestured miserably towards the wreckage of an estate car, which had collided with a tree at the side of the road. “That’s mine.”

“What the fuck…” as Phil approached it, he noticed that pinned between the tree and the car, were the remains of what appeared to be a man. This man however was in quite a state, regardless of the high speed collision he had been in. His body had been mutilated, the remains of a tattered suit dangled around his arms and legs, swinging in the breeze. His chest was a gaping wound, his organs clearly visible and his ribcage split wide open. “…is that!?” Phil finished.

“Peter Archer. A colleague of mine.” Jack said, looking at the sorry mess of flesh, bone and company car. “We were making a break for it, trying to get to the countryside and away from the city. We figured it would be quieter out here. Fat chance.”

“What’s going on in the city?” asked Danny, his vision fixated on the wreckage.

“Chaos.” Jack said “The army was rolling in as we were leaving. We had to ram a roadblock to get out. No way was I getting caught up in all that. We finally made it to the outskirts here and another of those energy waves ripped past us. Next thing I know, there’s this thing in the car and before you know it, it’s on Pete’s face. I went crazy trying to get it off of him and steering at the same time, all over the road I was. Then we hit the tree and he shot through the windscreen.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Phil butted in “but there is some acid spitting beasty behind us that’s going to be looking for something else to eat real soon. What the Hell are we going to do?”

A) Head back to the city and stick with the army.

B) Head for the coast and try and get out to sea.

C) Gather some tools for weapons and hold up in a house here.

Every occasion where I don't receive a shitty overpriced Apply smartphone is a blessing.

Seriously.

Apple Headphones - £20
Argos Headphones of the same quality and function - £2.99

We're done here.

It's the only Apple product I'll probably ever purchase.

If it is an iPhone, iPad or iMac, well, get out basically.

Wut?

Ok, i'll bite. What's the deal with your father? Of course you don't have to tell me anything.

When dealing with custom models it's a little more advanced than swapping out hands for official models. You may need to actually apply the mesh for the opposing force hands onto to bones of the RPG-7 model's hands.

Just played mine. Loved it. Absolutely terrifying mind you.

How odd...

Get it from my site.

It's probably much less interesting than that. He most likely got distracted by one of his new projects. Be it #122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127 or 128.

I missed one. A set of dumbells.

Archie says he didn't get one.

i'm genuinely a bit gutted i never got one. Oh well, i guess I'll just forever associate xmas with bitter disappointment and sadness from now on...

The light becomes more atmospheric and better, this is because the color of the texture determines the color of the bounced light.

I came.

Hey all, hope everyone had a good Christmas and got what they asked for / deserved .

So, what did you guys get?

I am very happy with my gifts.

• 2 packs of socks
• 2 packs of boxers
• Monkey pajamas (all-in-one including tail and ears.)
• A load of food in a hamper. Like proper food, beans, spreads, tins etc.
• A Blue Microphones snowball in gloss block. (Very nice mic which I'm sure you'll all get to appreciate soon, say no more )
• An ACER 24" LED HD 1920 x 1080 monitor. This thing is fucking beautiful.

That's pretty much everything.

Needed a new wallpaper to fit my new display.

Yeah, I never gone one either.

Hey well, whoever was meant to do mine can live safe in the knowledge that they suck more than anyone has ever sucked ever in the history of suckage.

Select Weapon. Press T.

Actually, I can see how Dimbark would have a problem with that.

So why did you sell it!?

Nope. First votes only are counted, as with previous versions of this thread.

Can you not recharge the Wabbajack like all other enchanted weapons?

BBB
AAA
C

...Bugger. this has never happened before...

EDIT: Flipped a pound coin 3 times, A was heads, B was tails.

Heads, Tails, Tails

B it is.

Fifthing because you already confirmed that you would and I must retain my role as resident dickhead.

BBB
AA
C

Looks like it's B unless there are more votes today.

Day One
Part 1
The Storm

“Fuck's sake!” Danny shouted, whipping his phone away from his ear and slamming it down on the table. Phil, who had been quite happily nodding off, sat bolt upright on the sofa and blurted out in shock.

“Whu!”

“Sorry mate.” Danny dragged his feet across the room and dropped heavily onto the seat beside him.

“Still no luck?” Phil yawned, rubbing both his eyes.

“Nope. No power, no phones, no fucking mobile service. Everything's just dead.”

“What about next door?”

“They're on holiday aren't they. Anyway, aren't meant to be looking after their cat?”

Phil stared at Danny with a totally blank expression, then his eyes lifted slightly. “Yeah.”

“Don't worry about it. I knew you'd forget so I already popped round and put some food out. I'm not sure about the power I didn't check” Danny, stood up and grabbed a key that was lying on a side table. He slipped his feet into some trainers and disappeared out of the back door. Phil yawned and grunted his way to his best upright position and slumped into the kitchen. Phil was a shabby man who had been out of work for a month. His face was covered in stubble and his hair had been half-heartedly clipped short by himself to save money. His jeans were ripped at the knees and his canvas shoes were starting to give up as well.

His hooded jumper was in a much better state, since it belonged to Danny, who many believed to be Phil's exact opposite. He was clean shaven, blond and always on the go, often in a fresh pair of tracksuit trousers. Phil didn't get it. Every pair looked the same to him.

He poked around in the fridge at the various half eaten tubs of food which were quickly reaching room temperature given the lack of power. He grabbed a tub of coleslaw, shut the fridge and walked to the window. He stopped dead, nearly dropping the tub into the sink. He heard Danny plodding back into the house in the hallway behind him. “Danny?”

Danny was trying the landline again. “Yeah?” he called

“There's a bloke in the back garden.”

“What?” Danny was only half listening, prodding at various buttons on the keypad of the phone.

“I said there's a bloke in the back garden.” Phil's was staring, wide eyed as Danny slowly stepped into the kitchen, a bemused look on his face.

“What d'you mean 'There's a bloke in the back garden.”

Phil took a deep breath, turned to face Danny and pointed sharpy at the window as each word was spoken. “There's a fucking bloke, standing in the fucking garden.”

Danny's expression didn't change, his face was stuck in a puzzled frown. He stepped over to the window and looked out. Sure enough, there was a man staggering around in a daze on the grass. He looked worried, his eyes darting from left to right. He was a podgy man, dressed in a navy blue suit, his shirt dotted with blood and a set of car keys dangled loosely in his hand. One side of his head had been cut deeply, and blood was running down the side of his face in front of his ear. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks and whipped his head around to face the kitchen window. Phil gasped sharply, this time dropped the tub of salad into the murky dishwater which filled the sink. The man, quite obviously limping, darted for the back door and started hammering on the wood with his fist.

“Don't let him in,” stammered Phil, grabbing a kitchen knife from the draining board.

“Calm down.” Snapped Danny “He's obviously been in some kind of accident. The traffic signals round the corner will be out because of the power cut.” Danny opened the door and the man burst in, blurting out gibberish. His lips were trembling and his eyes were welling up, as if he were about to burst into tears. He also smelled quite strongly of urine.

“Jesus Christ Danny!” Phil was shouting “He's pissed himself! Get him out of the house!”

“Calm down mate.” Danny was ignoring Phil, trying to calm the man down. “You've had an accident. We'll get you out of here and-”

“NO!” Danny jumped back as the man screamed out, tears were now rolling down his face. “NOT OUT THERE!”

Suddenly, things seemed to get very cold and dark, the floor beneath their feet started to rumble and a strange noise from outside the house started to grow louder. There was a bright flash and the ground shook harder and harder. Suddenly, a magnificent wave of blue energy ripped through the house, shattering every window. Danny and Phil hit the floor and the man started screaming again.

“THIS IS IT!” he bellowed “IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!”

There was a tremendous crack, like thunder, that sounded as if it was coming from inside the house. This was followed by a loud thud on the floor above them, and strange beastly grunts and gurgles could be heard from the top of the stairs. The man yelped, and bolted back out of the back door, Phil caught a glimpse of him disappearing out of the back gate. The thing upstairs started stomping around, creaking it's way through the upper floor of the house. Danny followed it's heavy footsteps to the bathroom, where they stopped. He looked to Phil and spoke through clenched teeth.

“What the Hell is that?”

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What now?

A) Go upstairs and check out the noise.

B) Run out of the back door and catch up with the fat man.

C) Run out of the front door of the house, into the street and warn people from the other houses.

unless of course it's for me, then i will accept nothing less

Aw, fuck!

Hey Tet. On the 26th, start a new Secret Santa for 2012 and I swear now that some people will still not finish.

Looks like it's going to be B.

Also, it seems that this will not interfere with The Core's development. I can do it at work during my lunch hours.

My office PC fried it's Gfx card last night so no more lunchtime gaming.

Anyway, we're headed for a story set during the portal storms. If you want something else you'd better get voting.

Not really.

I need the creativity boost. I've been building websites from graphic designs for 2 years, now I've switched departments and need to make them from scratch.

D:

i believe it was RPG Deathmatch. He was complaining about lag making it impossible to shoot rockets straight.

(Not sure if he realised that rockets can be "stolen" by other players laser sights)

The Core's story is already planned out.

Good evening TWHL. Allow me to cast your minds back to 2005... 2005!?

Jesus!

Anyway, this happened: Old ass thread with busted formatting ho!

If that doesn't mean anything to you then you're probably one of those people who hasn't been frequenting the TWHL forums for 7 years of your life. Regardless, I haven't had much chance to be creative as of late. At least, not as creative as I used to be.

I have made a few attempts since then to start a new multi-choice fan fiction but none of them have been as successful, mostly down to my own bone-idleness.

That's right. It's THIS thread again

Basically, I write a section of a story, ending with a multiple choice. The choice which then gets the most votes from you guys, decides how the story progresses. I will have a basic plan laid out for each of the choices so the decisions you make actually WILL matter. This first post will be a good example in order to get the ball rolling.

Note: You must be able to read large amounts of text to get the most of this thread.

So what do you say?

A) Yeah, write a story Urby. I want to go back to the beginning. Let's have a story about a security guard in Black Mesa.

B) Whooo! Story time with Urby! Let's mix it up. Tell us a story set during the portal storms / 7 Hour War.

C) Hey Urby. Why not pick up where the last story trailed off. I want to hear about some rebels during the uprising in City 17.

D) Haven't you got a mod to make Urby...

E) Oh for fuck's sake Urby. Nobody gives a fuck about you or your stupid shitty little stories. Piss off.

If anyone recalls I did replace an NPC with myself for you to wander the wastes with.

That's all though.

Archie had a go a while back. I don't think it was a smooth process.

I don't think I'll be doing anything else with mine. I really need to get back into mapping for The Core full time.

I have forgotten all about this game...

Much like vampirism and lycanthropy, it seems the only way to tackle a Minecraft addiction is to get a Skyrim addiction.

Aw fuck! Just realised I could have given that ebony armour to Kharjo. I flogged it for 450 gold.