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  1. The Three flavors cornetto trilogy!!

    Shaun of the dead, hot fuzz, and the world's end.

     

    Main cast have a great chemistry together, both on and off the set, and the storylines are just to die for.

    Super funny and super weird.

     

    Oh, also Tropic Thunder and Zoolander. Both produced by Ben stiller.

    The former being a great socks-off-knocker starring Robert Downey Jr, jack black and ben stiller,

    And the latter being a childish comedy starring Ben stiller.

  2. Ugh... what happened?! i hear some people around but i just can't open my eyes... my eyes hurt so much...

    i... i think i remember.

     

    *flashback: The rusher's sleeping quarters*

    *rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble

    *BOOM*

    huh?! what's that?

    *footstep on metal sound could be heard from behind the sleeping quarter's door, a man's shadow appears on the dim yellow-lit window on the door.*

     

    where's my sidearm zapster?!

     

    *l looked to the far side of the room, noticing the zapster being plugged in a charger*

     

    buh, why do i always end up in these situations?!

     

    *The door slammed open, and an unknown leader man with two others rushed in the room*

    *they saw nothing*

     

    I jumped out from behind the door and hit two of them in their heads before a third one rushed in and held me back and the leader tazed me in the face... the pain was unbearable. everything blurred out...

     

    I barely open my eyes. my head hurts like hell. all i see is a bright white light.

     

    man1: "he's back with us. was it really necessary?! you could have just told him--"

    man2: "I COULD -NOT- HAVE TOLD HIM. not with him taking my men down like... like...

    CURTAINS."

     

    the white light moves away and i notice three men and one lizard humanoid standing next to the bed i lied on. one of them is wearing white all over. the other is the leader. i don't know the rest of them. i raise my head slowly and look at the rest of the room, noticing two other men in beds next to me, with bandages around their head. they give me a cross look. i want to look around more but the pain is too much to bear.

     

    man1: "curtains? *sigh* stop making an ass of yourself. just take him to her."

     

    HER? ... Ginny?!

    oh, no... I gotta get out! quick!

     

    i struggle, only to notice i was already tied to the bed. i try to struggle more but my head hurts so much i let out a shout. the man in white injected me in the neck with something.

     

    man1: "whoa, whoa, champ. slow down. you're among friends."

    he turned to the leader. "go tell her he's back with us".

     

    the pain drifts away as the injection is quickly absorbed within my body.

     

    -where... where am i? where's the rusher?

    man1: your ship is fine. hang in there, you'll learn the answer to your first question soon enough.

     

    the leader comes back in, his face slightly red. i can see his badge reads "Thane".

    he takes me through a dozen chambers without saying a word. we finally enter a gigantic dome-like control room. i notice a kickass commander's chair in the middle, with its back turned to me. i knew brok's voice right away. she was debating with an extra terrestrial creature.

     

    thane: He's here, captain.

  3. Vezlog.

    earth time, 10:36 AM, july 9th, 2544.

    Situation, still closing in on Deake.

    just got a rather exciting speech transmitted to me from the humanoid's council. i knew brok's voice the instant i heard it. good gal. bet she took all those MiniWoolballs down with ease...

     

    <mInImIzE LOG>

    http://cend.comuv.com/photos/ebb145bdffd3.gif

    >> run APS...

    http://cend.comuv.com/photos/d405c24be657.gif

    .auto pilot system.

    Target planet: RGN NO 419-3, Deake.

    ETA: 36.4 HRS.

     

    <mAxImIzE LOG>

     

    not long now... i'm so very tired.

    think i'll just go sleep. what can happen?

    /ENDLOG

  4. Vezlog.

    earth time, 3:51 PM, july 7th, 2544. it's been a month since i ran away from those sheepships. jones, my cellmate, said i couldn't do it. who's laughing now, you dumb lizard?!

     

    damage scan said The Rusher's right wing had become faulty. oh yeah, i remember...

    right wing was shot down as i sped up. thankfully brok the spacequeen jumped right on in to distract the MiniWoolballs chasing me down. i don't know if she made it, but i doubt she was shot, either. after all, she IS a spacequeen.

     

    ah, i see planet Deake. good. i was running out of the necessities. i don't care if the residents are on good terms with the woolies. i just can't survive the trip to another planet. hang on, maybe i can land on their moon. let me check the database...

     

    <mInImIzE LOG>

     

    http://cend.comuv.com/photos/ebb145bdffd3.gif

    >> run ETPS...

    Extra terrestrial positioning system now running. please choose region.

    >> >RGN NO 419-3

    >> >lock on Deake.

    >> >Planet name: Deake

    ------------VOLUME = 0.784xEV (earth volume)

    ------------GRAVITY = 0.83xEG (earth gravity)

    ------------NORM WEATHER: SUNNY

    ------------BODIES OF WATER: 2

    ------------------------TYPE: SALT WATER.

    ------------------------INHABITED: UNINTELLIGENT CREATURES.

    ------------CONTINENTS: 3

    ------------COUNTRIES: 18

    ------------------------TYPE: DESERT, FOREST, ICEBERG

    ------------------------INHABITED: HUMANOIDS, UNINTELLIGENT CREATURES.

    ------------TEMPERATURE

    ------------------------D: 43deg centigrades

    ------------------------N: -2deg centigrades

    ------------------------------------|>DOMELIFE: N

    ------------POLITICAL SYSTEM: DEMOCRACY

    ------------OWNED BY: ---

    ------------CONTROLLED BY: LOCAL AUTHORITY

    ------------------------PRIMARY EXPORTS: IRON, COPPER

    ------------------------PRIMARY IMPORTS: NECESSITIES, MINING BOTS

    ------------ENERGY SOURCE = SUN

    ------------------------------------|>Sun name: ICARUS 23

    ------------------------------------|>Type: RED Dwarf

    ------------------------------------|>Estimated age left: 9BIL.YRS.

    ------------MOONS = 1

    ------------------------------------|>moon name: SCRIT

    ------------------------------------|>DOMELIFE: Y

    ------------------------------------|>INHABITED: SHEEP, HUMANOIDS.

    ------------------------------------|>NOTE: NOT CONTROLLED BY PLANET.

    ------------------------------------|>CONTROLLED BY SHEEP.

     

    <mAxImIzE LOG>

     

    NOPE.

    i'll be lucky to survive this landing.

    entering trade route. wouldn't want to attract attention.

    /ENDLOG

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    outtacharacter: got help from:

    http://textanim.com/ http://ygingras.net/yould

    honestly, i only have a vague idea where i'm going with this, work with me here.

  5. Uh... It doesn't budge.

     

    [what I did]

    I made a junk folder, went to "my conversations", checked the message's checkbox, selected "move to junk", hit "go", only to find it still there...

     

    I also made sure it wasn't a faulty browser by using another pc.

    [/]

     

    Thanks for your time and concern, though.

    Really appreciated.

    Any more ideas?

  6. Same here, too.

     

    Problem is, I got THREE of these messages now.

    All are signed, from: deleted member to: deleted member.

    Can't open, delete or Mark as read.

     

    Little help would be appreciated. This is Beginning to get real irritating...

    Thanks in advance.

    Sorry if I bothered anyone.

     

    Ves

  7. You have my deep concern. What a senseless war...

     

    Thanks to those taliban b@stards the global image of islam is getting worse by the minute. From my point of view, they're not muslims.

     

    I agree with vindekarr. The way you feel about your troops is probably how any decent recently promoted sergeant has felt.

     

    All i can do is wish you luck.

  8. there is little discernible difference between romance and a jump kick duel. Don't believe me?

    http://buttersafe.com/comics/2007-08-02-InTheAir.jpg

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