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Hello thought i'd put it all together to make it easier to read im still adding but feel free to help add to it
if you cant tell im bored :/ btw also added txt file if you want to add then re upload in []'s is extra info or bits i added to make sense in ()'s is things that were there but don't make much sense
Edit: quite offended by some of the iPad comments on here as im using my ipad for the story and pc for typing
The fat man ran twenty miles round and round until he fell and went to rehab for
falling then he got up and started to dance like a chinpanzee with a very very large
pen in his left pocket, then went to mexico where he dated a rather nice banana in
pinstripes who was suspiciously not what she wanted to eat.
Whilst that's happening far far away on a distant planet where the came back
from the plastic beach geting blown by a mexican guy using a very large thread
closing moderator who closed a very sticky situation.
"Get yourself into a mental rehab" Mcintyre was singing, to an iphone, then found XDA
whilst browsing porn and did stuff with his tiny girl friends hand which was also
another name for a transforming robot which has the power to transform and split into
a HUGELY big piece of junk, which is worthless. Sell it quickly otherwise it will be
an iPhone, then your buggered, unless you dance to the biggest rom chef here whilst
chugging some delicious apple juice, which you made trying to forget about your Apple
with a worm.
Her big headahe caused me agro deep inside my thought about going to get some new
super powers so i can fly to a place where stories end but they don't and continue to
be exruciatingly long when all i want is to smash an iphone over something realy a
work of art like WP7S.
Sink or swim like Captain Planet when he go crying like a dirty girl trying to find
a Golden HD2 party in vegas that had a funny thing attatched [PAGE 10] used for
blowing small little holes in walls and a train that stopped in the middle of the
intergalactic track which was littered with broken iphones which she always hated.
Dark cloudy skies only on Wednesdays or possibly Mondays when there is a spaceship
that used humans for thousands of years as an army to stop apple from taking over
Microsoft Windows Mobile because I love this amazing invention.
Chips glorious Chips wich i threw at your mum with a hot dog in a hallway and
slipped into ROM cooking frenzy but my device dropped into a pile of stinky rotting
apples which i'll eat after, whilst laughing at steve jobs who's such a smoking weed
dude who likes unicorns roasted with sauce on a shiny just washed underpant.
It's about time to watch 'The annoying Orange' advert thats should die very slowly
whilst creating non-lactoseintolerant cheese for his girl friend who likes things
bigger kind of like my big ego [PAGE 15] which also likes tobasco sauce on chilli
con carni and fish and chips in a house with no windows or any apples just palm and
android. Palm was bought by apple machintosh, a stupid brand who has milkshakes and
many cows.However, The cows like to smoke some candy ciggarets on the xda portal and
learn about how to ride starships into orbit whilst eating crispy Kentuck Fried
Chicken and then a big mac attack with fries and mcnugget grenades,whoppers, and
lemonade.
Meanwhile the starship crashed on steve Martin, not jobs, in the market on a sale.
Meanwhile the cockroach was singing with History Maker by Delirious and also with
post man pat, [who] squated and shat on the ipad, which was worse than a frickin
android and palm bad buisnes plan or better put Poop in a pan.
"4 Words bro" said Fallen Spartan laughing his head, Shooting the Armeter with her
hand and then jumped [PAGE 20] out of bed. What a voyage! What a Dream! to the other
side of the world through a wormhole chased the mole through the shoal of sweaty
clothes which then lead to the creation of the cyber phone which killed off
Steve jobs and Apple for good.
April fools day is the beggining to annoy people but its over, not next time because
the oldman died from non stop laughing of a joke about fishing boats and his desire
to feel free swimming in water [being] accused of man slaughter thinking why the
elephant ate a pink ribbon with a text in cuneiform script written in invisible,
about mac os4.0 and it's ability to crap without flushing the toilet and smell like
a decade old.
A new millennium with a giant appetite for apples didn't fill my pocket with lots.
Brush your teeth with a good and very brown chocolate mars bar that everyone hated
[PAGE 25]like an iphone, that people threw in the loo that was nasty just like poo
and like wee little green men [that] seem to run little leprachauns who are evil
No flights allowed due to ash and plane crashes which happened to no one any where.
How's this story going on untill now please advice, which i know makes no sence
but i don't involve myself in any meaningfull conversation [because it] would be
fruitless because he loved all the double posts [because it] help to increase
my post count so i can get 300 posts then get more, nothing to post because a
mod will make you cry for mama.(What the hell are we talking [about] in this thread?
(Simon posting crazy, pimple or boil?, for food or increased post count, no more
flashing, my eyes hurt so i need [to] go to specsavers and get a cool pair of Orsis
sunglasses, Please ban simon [PAGE 30] just because he is quadrupling his post count
haha)
(Feel like puking on this forum because it's something, something green yellow and
blue and that douche called me noobie as well all were once smoke to much simon
posts noncense he wont quit and keep posting read this post Please ban simon second
the motion y'all are mean we are not yes you are why you little amazingly handsome
person you wish buddy like the other no0b that went looking 4 a girlvery very
unlikley he gets love,in his dreams likley to be wet beond measure unless with a
rulerGramatical error encountered stop replying to "the frog went" [Nice try to
start the story again there by M_T_M ] everything i post no frog reply? whadaya
mean by frog)
"Anyway how are you doing today?" "I'm going to make out with your left hand"
also with my HD2 that i use for cooking dinner for my [PAGE 35] beautiful
HTC device.
Rock around the clock, 1 o'clock , no [it's] actualy 3, [oh wait] or maybe 4
when i went to kick (the) steve jobs because of his job trying to build a barbie
house out of iPad's on a piece of broken cardboard whichh happened to have a
HTC HD2 in it, [although] that was broken.
(i Hate braces by XDA forum)
Recieving a punch right at the nose of your very first wife "arhhhhhh~~!!!~!!"
she shout[ed] "pull it out" and kiss my three yellow zucchinis in my hand that i
punch[ed] you [with] in a private place leaving me unconcious because it's big.
(bad grammar again, btw afaic imnsho, speaking in tounges, with avatar accent)
Whilst texting friends from holy tree to a Wower ( Out of idea's hi mr.clown)
and Master Yoda, Shower he took in his pants, a dangerous weapon lurks waiting
for the use on (a hot laptop) an innocent person [and] an elderly woman
who was hot [PAGE 40] he then lol'ed at the age of 85.
Enjoy living in college, this big thing he found yesterday was round and long,
kind of smelly like a soccer ball, or baby even.
Keep her happy for 48 hours, (and) [also] the baby cried for candy that was
spicy and very sweet according to her tounge [which was] used for collecting
more samples, which enhances recreational activities during practice on
monday evenings, running around naked in his house.
(Dang your fast, your just old, but better looking, you wish @ , the age of
50 whilst im only 15 and good looking Beat that, bed ridden always, im sexy
and amazing and every one loves me, high on crack (obviously) and this old
, ignored by old)
The man mentioned in the OP is my bestfriend and also my dress is stained red
like those in my closet that look awful to me and (rock roll animal)
(a mi no me gusta rock musica) potatoes and goats.
[PAGE 45] like llamas and french calendar cookies who enjoy a good cup of
my new senior member memberness.
(that's cheating dude, that's completley right)
Once upon a time there was ( i like desire, i like me, sense made none
mocking you are, forgive me peace, i love u 2,)
Old school stuff is just a joke today from a clown who's named Bozo,
or Mr.Pennywise who makes funny jokes of lemons out of his list of
victims and People magazine [whilst] sharpening his knife [and]
gutting [a] big deer, thinking about stuff [like] the new iphone 4
(random iphone reference??) that was trashed by a gnome.
"Drink more beer" "Out of rum?"
(needs some posting, stop double postingn stop stopping me, you old man, why
i oughta)
Why don't you run like hell outa this website and [then] rush back because of
ORUD.
(whoever that is??, this still going??, amazingly yes continue,Anyway
where were we?, playing this game [PAGE 50], an ORUD is
obessesive Rom updating dissorder, game in overtime , or rolling ur dum butt,
that 3 plus,learn to count,Going party now, well deserved Orb,
arriving from party, welcome back orb.)
Nite, work tomorow,dance all night sleep
all day, Now @ work, i saw something /"\ hahaha, very mature indeed, and sometimes
childish, with some new direction of thinking, whil task 29 phone, when your strange,
strange what galaxys???, thats goors lyrics,obscure reference now, Nonsense funny
thread,)
Miliz is old (why you little) but wise enough to fry squirrels and eat them and
[then give] (gave) them to my hackintosh.
(yo quireo un Hackintosh,) one fine day,( with old men, what the hell, just happened
here?,) withh all this, insane music playin whilst vigrously touching a bald eagle
on a tree branch eating raw monkey flesh till [THE] (he) (grammatical error above)
teacher flunkeed (you) [him] whilst drinking something he doesnt like [PAGE 55]
Reserved for more
One more here
And one more to be safe (almost 200 pages in 4 posts if its completed
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahhaahahahaaaaaaa
Well don Macarony!!! Keep it up
We can have a best seller with that story.
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We can have a best seller with that story.
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We should make a book out of it....i would buy it
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pretty f'n' funny.
good day.
hehe yeah publish it nd call it the story of off topic XDA or somthing better starting to some more just got back in
Update now got to page 50 !!!!
bracket () = junk
not mentioning names but it's mostly OG (guests i think), M_T_M and simon_WM just metioning
and were at 1585 words it could almost be a book and 8793 letters
(that might be incorect becaue ive tried 3 they all give me dif results )
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page 55 is the page where i first come in to the three word story!!!!
lol of topic a sec but how did you change your name ??
MacaronyMax said:
lol of topic a sec but how did you change your name ??
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i contacted @mikechannon and asked him to do it for me!
Cool thanks
Alright we have a couple music threads with post what music here blah blah. Nice way to find new music from around the world. But I want to know about you. If there is a song that epitomizes you, what is it? Maybe and probably a few do it more than one. Please explain the song and it's meaning to you.
First up:
KC and the Sunshine Band - Get Down Tonight
I'm a white guy raised in the South to be a redneck. But nothing gets me going more than a good groove and some dancing. I have roots in the ecstasy scene way back when, and that starvation for good vibes and good beats hasn't left me. The music running through my head all day keeping going is good funk, classic r&b, disco and techno. Literally that stuff is going through my head. I walk with a swagger strut and people think I'm cocky but nope, it's just George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic.
Pantera - By Demons Be Driven
My past is what drives me. Not to repeat it, but never repent it. If it wasn't for what has happened to me, I wouldn't be who I am. So, my past is what drives me to my future.
Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls
My ode to the greatest gals on earth. I love a well figured woman. Were the beauties of ancient times and still the graces of recent times. A timeless spectacle of perfection is fat bottomed girl.
Because its the first song I remember ever listening to by choice and not just because it came on the radio.
My old man went out and bought a copy on tape because he didn't want me dicking around with his vinyls at 5 years old.
Because its Kyuss.
ThatIsall.
Because this is surely one of the greatest albums ever recorded. It was the first album I ever bought with my own money.
These two because they are the greatest live performances I have had the privilege of seeing. I still get shivers when I remember watching RATM.
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I'd post the YouTube link but I'm at work been a rebel and all
I have a few
Lansdowne - Watch Me Burn
Lansdowne - One Shot
Papa Roach - Burn (See the theme here)
I have more but I'll edit the post later.
This.
Every time I walk in a room.
Even when I'm sleeping, or taking a dump.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH5ay10RTGY&feature=youtube_gdata_player
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NisCkxU544c&feature=youtube_gdata_player
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDdZlSsxbOQ
-My signature is so much better than yours-
The office cowers in fear when I walk in...
I'm the one.
Bump
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Cthulhu- the acacia strain
-My life is a shooting range, people never change-
A song about me sung by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDZTTHVTj2A&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Basically, 90% of the song from Still Not Getting Any... e Get Your Heart On, both discs from Simple Plàn.
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The bird is the word. Pipsqueak picked it.
Definitely NOT being sent from my HTC Amaze4G until Christmas Day.....
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The bird is the word. Pipsqueak picked it.
Definitely NOT being sent from my HTC Amaze4G until Christmas Day.....
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Haha I am not surprised
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I wasn't aware this is the "duplicate your own post" thread
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I wasn't aware this is the "duplicate your own post" thread
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Yes, my previous post was 4 moths old, needed to be refreshed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qs-MeZBGJ_k
the song i am to sexy... cuz its true
I'll necro this thread with my funeral song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gmc_t7m2pC4&feature=youtube_gdata_player
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I'm going to see Kasabian on tuesday in Seattle and I got thinking about some of the other shows I've been to: Beck, Matisyahu, Modest Mouse, my friends' country band Aces Up among a few others.
I thought it would be cool to see what all bands you guys have gone to see.
Lets hear em.
Best was definitely Cream. Second would be Rage Against The Machine....
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Ive been to so many i cant keep track. By far the best were Pantera, Slayer, and Metallica
I don't remember any show I have been to.
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Best was definitely Cream. Second would be Rage Against The Machine....
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Two I wish I had seen.
Best show
GWAR
Hardest hitting
Lamb of God. Pantera, devildriver, and many more bands came out to play with them at the end of the show.
Best surprise
Metallica closing for ozzy. Then King Diamond came out and played with them. They played tons of old punk songs. The sheriff's dept ended up having to come out and close the show. They played for two hours after the show was supposed to end. Noise ordinance killed the party.
A week before Buddy Guy inducted in the Rock n Roll hall of fame, I saw him play with Double Trouble, the band from Stevie Ray Vaughn. That was pure greatness.
I probably see about 40 shows a yr. Come from a college town known for music. Blues, rock, and jazz greats come every year for the Denton arts and jazz fest. I love all music.
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i saw bring me the horizon, machine head, devildriver and darkest hour, in one show, it was amazing, everyone threw bottles lmao
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i saw bring me the horizon, machine head, devildriver and darkest hour, in one show, it was amazing, everyone threw bottles lmao
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A year after dimebag died, down came to town. We booed, threw bottles and gave Phil the bird till he finally walked off stage and quit. Later that night, I guess the doorman didn't know he was who he was and let him into the clubhouse. He then got kicked outoff there. Haha that was hilarious when that his the news.
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Best show
GWAR
A week before Buddy Guy inducted in the Rock n Roll hall of fame, I saw him play with Double Trouble, the band from Stevie Ray Vaughn. That was pure greatness.
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Me gusta.....
Massive attack was also awesome as we're the Prodigy...
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Saw "38 Special" at a medium size club/bar on Pensacola Beach. Simply amazing. (the club was so tightly packed that I felt as if I was in a can of sardines) They sounded "live", as tight as their studio recordings. You could have put a pair of good mics in that room, and cut a record with little to no editing. I've also seen G3 (Satriani, Malmsteen, and Vai) who also put on a great show.
Saw Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention at the Fillmore East, Blood Sweat & Tears (but was too young to remember much). The Blues Breakers at Max's Kansas City. Van Halen, Whitesnake, Dokken and the Scorpions.
(Open for all stories)
Thread was originally created for Musicians, but TheSkinnyDrummer shot the ALL TRAVELS idea my way, so Thanks be to him. :thumbup::thumbup:
This is a place for all musicians and Travelers alike to tell their stories of life on the road. Both good and bad times. It doesn't really have to be TOUR stories (hereinafter referred to as "War Stories").
Get ready for some epic reading
I'll start by telling you guys one of my own..
My band and I (Tetrarch) had just gotten to New Jersey, when we got a phone call from Monte Conner (Big Wig @ Roadrunner Records). He wanted us to perform a show in Manhattan, NY for him specifically. Word had already spread to him of our tour, and he was highly interested in the band.
So we're all completely stoked that we just received a call from the man himself, and we leave New Jersey in a rush to get to NY and get a hotel close by the venue. Everything was going smooth until I sat there and realized as we got closer, that a 15 passenger van with a 9x16 trailer attached to back wasn't going to maneuver through NY very well. And to top it off, it was our bass player's first time ever driving a rig that big with that much equipment.
Well, we got to New York, and instantly started running into trouble. Everyone was out to get us it seemed. But none the less, we make it to our first destination, The Trash Bar in Brooklyn, NY. Played the show, left for the hotel room, again everything was fine. The next day, we get ready to head out for the big show, and when we got to the van, we noticed somebody had cut the padlock to the side door on the trailer. Of course, we was all pissed, but nothing was stolen. So we think the worst is over... NOPE!
We finally arrive at the venue, on a very busy one way street.. and Ryan decides to try to parallel park the van and trailer. The first few attempts weren't great and he had to circle around several times. In the mean time I'm standing there talking to Monte Conner, and as if all that wasn't bad enough, next thing you know... BLAM!!.. I look up, and I see that Ryan has took out the whole side of a parked car. I'm talking SMASHED that mofo. Then he decides to park the van and trailer 3 blocks from the venue.. Forcing us to walk back and forth to carry our equipment to the venue..
Monte laughed the entire time, Ryan flipped out, and the others we're almost in tears from shame. Luckily though, the people we hit turned out to be illegal immigrants, so the cops didn't come down on us. And Monte thought it was the best introduction from a band to date. . Unfortunately, we did have to repair the trailer, and caused a massive backup on the streets of NY
Many more stories to come guys, but in the mean time, let's hear some more great Tales of Travel :beer::thumbup:
Awesome idea, Axis! Thanks for posting this, I like this story telling opportunity to share music, experiences had while playing, and travel adventures. So, to tell my first one, back in March I visited Ireland. It was simply amazing. I had never really traveled outside the States for leisure, only for work, so I took the time to really take in all the sights, sounds, music, beer, conversation, etc., etc. I happened to hit the last half of my journey to Ireland in Dublin, on Saint Patrick's Day. Needless to say it was straight crazy. During those several days spent wandering the streets in Dublin, I came across many street performers. One of which I stopped for, and watched for quite a while. It was a duet of a bassist (which I happen to be one myself) and a guitarist/singer who were playing some really impromptu reggae music. It was awesome. I managed to pull out my Nikon to film a short clip of another street performer who "cut in" to spit some lyrics of his own, and the love and respect among these musicians was seen and felt by me and all others who saw. It was really quite great. Here's the shortened version of what I caught that day in Dublin -though I imagine that sort of thing happens all the time. It's just uncommon where I come from, so it struck me as being truly amazing:
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Awesome idea, Axis! Thanks for posting this, I like this story telling opportunity to share music, experiences had while playing, and travel adventures. So, to tell my first one, back in March I visited Ireland. It was simply amazing. I had never really traveled outside the States for leisure, only for work, so I took the time to really take in all the sights, sounds, music, beer, conversation, etc., etc. I happened to hit the last half of my journey to Ireland in Dublin, on Saint Patrick's Day. Needless to say it was straight crazy. During those several days spent wandering the streets in Dublin, I came across many street performers. One of which I stopped for, and watched for quite a while. It was a duet of a bassist (which I happen to be one myself) and a guitarist/singer who were playing some really impromptu reggae music. It was awesome. I managed to pull out my Nikon to film a short clip of another street performer who "cut in" to spit some lyrics of his own, and the love and respect among these musicians was seen and felt by me and all others who saw. It was really quite great. Here's the shortened version of what I caught that day in Dublin -though I imagine that sort of thing happens all the time. It's just uncommon where I come from, so it struck me as being truly amazing:
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Right on man. That was pretty cool. I'd like to see Luc Arbogast one time in person. He's the street performer that I showed you in your music sharing thread. And I still plan to go to that tattoo shop you recommended in Ireland, haven't forgotten
Thanks for sharing :beer::thumbup:
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Come on guys. I know more people have traveled at some point or another.
Share your stories people! :beer::beer::beer:
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Come on guys. I know more people have traveled at some point or another.
Share your stories people! :beer::beer::beer:
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OP was tl;dr
Edit: I read it now.
I don't any music stories. Well, here's one:
My school band went to a competition, and we won.
Another one: My reed for clarinet cracked before a competition, so I
used one of my spare reads.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
Jessica said:
OP was tl;dr
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
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Don't be so lazy
You don't have to read it, just share your travel tales.
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Axis_Drummer said:
Don't be so lazy
You don't have to read it, just share your travel tales.
Sent from yours truly..
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I edited my post.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
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I edited my post.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
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Lol they don't have to be about music. They can be from any trip you've taken.
I may just edit the title to just tales of travel. I figured this would surely get more hits
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Axis_Drummer said:
Lol they don't have to be about music. They can be from any trip you've taken.
I may just edit the title to just tales of travel. I figured this would surely get more hits
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Hm... Okay then.
One time I went to Canada(Quèbec) to my grandparents cabin. They own a small cabin right next to a lake. They also own part of the lake. I saw some bears. I went fishing. Oh! One time we were on a pontoon boat in the middle of the lake about an hour away from the cabin and ran out of gas. Then some dudes came by with a big boat and picked everybody up except for me and my grandma. I didn't go because I thought they were pirates.(This was back in 2003) I remembered thinking that they were all fools and were going to die.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
Jessica said:
Hm... Okay then.
One time I went to Canada(Quèbec) to my grandparents cabin. They own a small cabin right next to a lake. They also own part of the lake. I saw some bears. I went fishing. Oh! One time we were on a pontoon boat in the middle of the lake about an hour away from the cabin and ran out of gas. Then some dudes came by with a big boat and picked everybody up except for me and my grandma. I didn't go because I thought they were pirates.(This was back in 2003) I remembered thinking that they were all fools and were going to die.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
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Lol that's funny.
Did you like Canada? I've been to Vancouver and Winnipeg. I enjoyed my time spent at those places
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Lol that's funny.
Did you like Canada? I've been to Vancouver and Winnipeg. I enjoyed my time spent at those places
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Yeah, it was fun. We spent 2 weeks without tv, and spent the time swimming and fishing. Then we would eat the fish we caught for dinner everyday. We haven't gone there since 2005(we used to go every year) because of the money. I really miss going there.
a.k.a. Urahara
The truth! I'm really a girl!
Here's mine from a month I spent in Morocco in '08. Keep in mind I only knew/know the most rudimentary Arabic combined with a smidgen of French and Spanish.
First up was the landing at Marrakesh Menara Airport, the first shock to me was that instead of exiting through a bridge, we had to walk ~1/4 mile down the landing strip in the sweltering desert heat (I was still dressed for a Winter layover at JFK so this was even less bearable). Next was Moroccan customs, I was given two options, let them go through my baggage or pay a bribe of 80 dirham (roughly $10 at the time) so obviously I went with the bribe. With customs dealt with my next task was to secure a vehicle (of course there was no rental place at the airport). After a few awkward attempts to ask someone (anyone at all really) I managed to both locate a rental place and secure a rental ('05 Diesel Citroen, can't recall the model). With a vehicle and a general idea of where I was going I was on my way to the apartment in Agadir. After a couple hours of driving and a refuel (in liters no less) I was beginning to feel like I might be a natural at traveling, this is when I reached the Atlas Mountains (pictures of the roads at the bottom so you can picture this better). After about 15 minutes of the most cautious driving I've ever done a flatbed truck full of empty water bottles starts tailgating me and keeps trying to pass me on this one lane mountain road, he almost manages to pass me before swerving back into my lane to avoid a head on collision and clipping the rear of my rental and scaring me ****less. I pull as far off to the side as possible and am shocked to see him keep right on driving. After making a call to the local authorities and struggling to get around the language barrier I'm informed that as long as nobody is injured in a collision it's pretty standard practice to just go right back about your business. The rest of the trip went swimmingly but I'll probably never forget that ordeal..
Sorry for the wall of text, but if I tell a story, I try to tell it as accurately and detailed as I can recall.
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063_XOBX said:
Here's mine from a month I spent in Morocco in '08. Keep in mind I only knew/know the most rudimentary Arabic combined with a smidgen of French and Spanish.
First up was the landing at Marrakesh Menara Airport, the first shock to me was that instead of exiting through a bridge, we had to walk ~1/4 mile down the landing strip in the sweltering desert heat (I was still dressed for a Winter layover at JFK so this was even less bearable). Next was Moroccan customs, I was given two options, let them go through my baggage or pay a bribe of 80 dirham (roughly $10 at the time) so obviously I went with the bribe. With customs dealt with my next task was to secure a vehicle (of course there was no rental place at the airport). After a few awkward attempts to ask someone (anyone at all really) I managed to both locate a rental place and secure a rental ('05 Diesel Citroen, can't recall the model). With a vehicle and a general idea of where I was going I was on my way to the apartment in Agadir. After a couple hours of driving and a refuel (in liters no less) I was beginning to feel like I might be a natural at traveling, this is when I reached the Atlas Mountains (pictures of the roads at the bottom so you can picture this better). After about 15 minutes of the most cautious driving I've ever done a flatbed truck full of empty water bottles starts tailgating me and keeps trying to pass me on this one lane mountain road, he almost manages to pass me before swerving back into my lane to avoid a head on collision and clipping the rear of my rental and scaring me ****less. I pull as far off to the side as possible and am shocked to see him keep right on driving. After making a call to the local authorities and struggling to get around the language barrier I'm informed that as long as nobody is injured in a collision it's pretty standard practice to just go right back about your business. The rest of the trip went swimmingly but I'll probably never forget that ordeal..
Sorry for the wall of text, but if I tell a story, I try to tell it as accurately and detailed as I can recall.
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Driving up that mountain would scare me. And that other driver was a jerk.
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@Jessica: That's awesome. Hope you get to go back soon
@063_XOBX: That's interesting. A bribe fee for no luggage Check.. kind of blows my mind. And type whatever it takes to tell your story, the more detailed the better. :thumbup: Thanks for sharing.
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Axis_Drummer said:
@063_XOBX: That's interesting. A bribe fee for no luggage Check.. kind of blows my mind. And type whatever it takes to tell your story, the more detailed the better. :thumbup: Thanks for sharing.
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The corruption in Morocco is unreal. Almost any non-violent offense is only a bribe (ranging from 5-50 USD and usually up for haggling) away from walking. I guess that comes with being one of the few monarchy's left.
063_XOBX said:
The corruption in Morocco is unreal. Almost any non-violent offense is only a bribe away from walking. I guess that comes with being one of the few monarchy's left.
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That's crazy. You'd figure they care more for the population rather the cheap bribes. Some people :sly:
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Last year , I went for a holiday to Maldives and stayed at a resort called paradise island. I was pretty excited as the resort was situated on its own personal island! The beaches were awesome.
So I went for snorkelling in the morning at around 9. The reefs were awesome. Multi-coloured fish everywhere. Swimming all around me. But I saw this one fish. It was bright lime green in colour and completely stuck out from the others. I was very curious and wanted to get a closer look. I tried to follow it. But it was a clever little bugger. It lead me on a merry chase. I kept following it for a long time (though it didn't seem like it). The sea kept getting deeper till I couldn't see the bottom at all. I took little notice. I kept following... Soon, I lost the fish completely. I was kinda upset. Then it occurred to me that it must be late and I should probably return. I looked back and the sight was pretty scary. The 7 mile wide island looked the size of a thumbpin! Unknowingly, the sea currents had carried me very far. I was very scared as I was already exhausted and it looked like a long long swim back.
I started swimming. About halfway, I started getting the cramps. It felt like my calves and thighs were burning. Exhausted, I kept going.
Finally, I staggered onto the beach and into my room. I looked at the clock. It was 1. I had been away for 4 hours; though it seemed like a lot more.
I was completely drained, so I went to sleep.
I wrote up next morning at 7...sleeping for 18 straight hours.
I still consider it to be quite an experience.
Sorry for such a long story.
Here is a picture of mine in Maldives
@Kabir: Great Story! And that is why I hate the ocean. If you're not careful, something could easily happen.. I've been on 4 cruises and every time we hit the point of no land in sight, I'd instantly think of something crazy that could happen. I feel safer to fly than I do to be in the ocean.
Also, when I was in Hollywood, FL on tour, I went into the ocean and wasn't paying attention how far out I was drifting. When I realised it, I looked for my band mates ashore, and they were way down there almost out of sight. Luckily I can swim good and made it back to shore, but I had to walk a good distance to get back to where they was. That made me hate it even worse.
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A story I wrote, based on actual events:
Gentlemen, we are floating... around the edge.
“It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.”
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it, because the only people who really know where it is, are the ones who have gone over.”
~HST
We took a trip, long ago, that would serve purpose only to blur the distinction between a simple escape to the far perimeters of the world and completely losing our minds.
We (the four of us) were a mismatched assembly of the weird and rejected. The Admiral -fearless navigator of our Shuttle, the Scientist –the very rootless and sometimes witless refugee, the Salesman –a mildly dangerous commodity, and I were indeed pygmies lost in a maze of haze.
This is a true story…
Crystal Beach during spring break of the mid `90’s was a fraternal grass fire, sweeping through with the speed of a gale force wind, consuming all in its path with fury of drunken mayhem and debaucheries. Absolute chaos, an indescribable display of true cavemen behaviorism, a freak show that one could only participate in at great risk of becoming a burned out, salty mess.
Our story begins with four friends. We had been within mere miles of the edge of insanity before, but we would soon find ourselves at its very doorstep. No need to knock, it knows we are there.
A trip taken to the beach would firstly have a mandatory side step to supply the necessary illegal substances. The Red Sunshine -paper LSD, the grass, the doses of ecstasy that I had folded tightly in an envelope were gathered as we bid temporary farewell to our security of the Fort. We were ready for the experience of a lifetime, which should only be experienced once.
By the time we stocked up and began the trek down the interstate it had already become late in the early evening. Bowlfuls of Mexican dirt weed and obscenely loud crust-rock fueled our minds. I don’t remember speaking, but there was a conversation taking place that we all were in on.
We managed to drive to a hotel on the last frontier of civilization, for by morning we would be in the New World. The Admiral had us stay in the Shuttle as he convinced the night clerk behind the desk that he had need for a room for only one. It worked... for a short while. The idea was to save money, of which we had little of. I mean, who needs a wallet full of dough when your plans involve only baking your mind in the sun and maybe having a sandwich at some point along the way?
The clerk made us pay after finding out the falsification of the Admiral. I suppose we were neglecting to recognize the local noise ordinances. And in response to this evil bastard demanding money or threatening police intervention, the next morning the room would be all but destroyed. A mixture of cheese, mustard, and Rum-infused vomit would be smeared across every square foot of every surface in the room, mattresses and other furniture would be overturned and stood up as dominoes, drapes were clogging toilets, and carpets urinated on… a housekeeper’s unimaginable nightmare come horribly true.
That next morning the short jaunt to the island delivered us to an immediate array of collegiate spring breakers, jock douche bags, and hoochies all full of booze. We aimlessly drove around the island for a while to see where we wanted to set up camp. We asked around to see where the hot spots were, and every answer was pointing us to Crystal Beach.
We arrived at the ferry to take us there, and we dropped the acid. I also swallowed a dose of ecstasy. I recall watching the afternoon sun on the water as the gulls sweeping passed our heads in a mocking, perhaps warning fluidity, but didn't feel anything yet. Consequently, the Admiral suggested that we eat more acid. We all agreed to this and took at two more hits.
We drove on the beach for a while, checking out the scene, and I starting to feel oddly familiar to this place. The Admiral also began to feel the same, so he piloted the Shuttle to a nice spot for he and I to collect our bearings and try to sort out all of this madness for a while. We set up the tent and proceeded to watch it go, as it were.
Our neighbors, who happened to somehow befriend our motley crew, began offering us beer after beer. We certainly need not refuse, for this is their home field. We are merely the visitors, trying not to get on anyone's bad side. Subsequently, the alcohol enhanced the already escalating mind trip.
There was an endless parade of cars, trucks, sport utility party personnel carriers that lined the edge of the beach. Girls, some topless, would cantilever over tailgates and occupy sunroofs as the male wildebeests looked on in fancy. A non-stop carnival of cooks, drunks, chumps, and tits.
At one point I remember, as I was walking along the beach, jumping on the hood of a Honda and holding on as the driver ran circles through the sand. It seemed as though his only mission at that particular moment was to kill me. We were both laughing hysterically.
By now, the journey took a turn and began to reveal itself to us. People’s faces were no longer there. They had been replaced with oozing lights and sounds. The introspective of insanity was taking hold. I felt like I was surrounded by dumb beasts, prehistoric animals from a lost time, complete with huge bonfires and the primal chanting of savage cannibals.
It was time to retreat… back to the safety of the Shuttle. The Admiral had turned every dial, button, lever and switch to the on position. Windshield wipers frantically waving in front of us, as to say “Get out, while you still have your heads!” Primus, or Helmet, or the Butthole Surfers blasted from the speaker cones kept our thoughts on this needless disturbance.
We were sticking out like four sore thumbs; long hair, ‘alternative’ attire, piercings, punk mentality. At one point my only resolve was dunking my feet in a beer cooler filled with ice cold water. It was the only thing keeping me together. I had checked out…
I must have then blacked out. I remember waking inside the tent. The hot gulf sun had been heating the nylon like a convection oven. We were all so strung out and wasted that the Admiral determined it was time to flee. By the time we returned to the Fort it was again dark. Our diet had been drugs, Camel cigarettes, beer –did we ever eat…? We had been in a time warp.
But we recovered in due time. A trip to mental disaster was narrowly averted, this time.
…or was it?
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So, there's a game I played on PC that I have strong memories and images of but I can't remember the title for the life of me. I was hoping that I could state the things about it I remember and maybe you could help me. I tried Googling it but I think I just confused the search engine. lol
Here goes: It's an RPG, kinda Final Fantasy/Xenogears/Chrono Cross style and it was released within the last 5 years. It starts high up on a mountain that peaks above the cloud line. There's a village there with people who are invisible to everyone but each other. There's an old man as the elder. The protagonist and his blue haired and adorned friend are poking around in some ruins. Ok, something happens where some monsters are starting to show up around the village so the main character has to go down the mountain, through some woods, to the bottom. At some point, they come across some warrior chick who's like a royal guard or something. They come to a long bridge that extends to a capital city. At some point, something happens in the temple there where tapestries and stuff are catching on fire and the protagonist does something extraordinary to stop it and save the day.
Back outside the city, if you're facing the bridge that goes to that capital city and proceed to the right for a bit, you come across a river with a destroyed bridge that no one can mend because some tornado monster thing is lurking on the river. Up the mountain from there it's barren and there's a........dragon(?).....that used to be the brother of some girl with an umbrella that she wants to save. That girl becomes a party member.
There's a lot more I remember, but these are the strongest memories. Please, help me out and gimme a name. Thanks.
BTW, It is NOT an MMO.
Ok, I figured it out. Funny, I was up for 2 hours last night trying to figure it out but I did about 5 minutes after posting this. lol For those of you who are interested, it was Tales of Zesteria.
Sounds like a dream I had one night after drinking Arrogant Bastard and eating a bunch of pizza.
It would take me forever to realize.
Ok solved. Thread closed.
There is a dedicated game thread as well. :good: