jaosals42

You can add me here if you'd like, though I mostly just play L4D games online http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197977060803

What program do you use to record? Sorry if it's already mentioned but I didn't see it if so. I use the unpaid version of FRAPS, but it just won't let pay for the full version, for whatever reason. I know also it's a bit late for you to go back and change it, but I would have personally recommended taking the Widow sniper rifle instead of shotgun training back on the Collector ship. The infiltrator is meant to be a class that fights at medium, to long range as it is, and other squadmates are meant to deal with those that get up in your face. The narrations are good, maybe a bit loud, IMO, but good. Nice vids though, particularly impressed on how you managed to take less damage on the last video on insanity, than I do on veteran on the same part. Would it bother you to post a link to my own youtube vids here as well? I'd appreciate some input myself.

I managed to finally download the file by obtaining the points from the EA site directly (legally of course) by looking "bioware points" up using those exact keywords. Thanks for the input guys, though now I think I can get future points from there later on.

Tried that, though the error still persists

I've already read through several of the support topics on their official site, and none of the EA nor Bioware employees ever come to help people having trouble with the DLC. All I see are other players having to help each other.

All I want to do is find a way to legally obtain the Mass Effect 2 DLC for PC some other way than getting it from the Bioware site, as every time I try to buy Bioware points to get the DLC, it says that my dad's credit card cannot be verified, and then the service charges a dollar fine every time we try to attempt this again. It makes no sense, as the card information is completely legit and the info we give is completely accurate, yet the error persists. Turns out, a little research shows that about half of the DLC buyers have this issue, yet the other half don't. If there is a way to fix this legally or another way to obtain the DLC legally, then please tell me how.

Kinda late to leave school if you ask me, as the summer solstice has already arrived, though, you don't live in the US, so it's likely normal for you. Anyway, congratulations on passing your exams, and good luck on the coming year, given if this wasn't your last school year.

"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Mary. "What am I going to do? First of all, I have neither Gianna nor Juan nor my husband with me right now. Second, what'll happen to our poor Georgie Walker? Poor dog – I can't leave him behind like that! Third, what are we going to do away from our friends?" "It's possible they may have been invited too, you know," Ana replied. "If I remember correctly, the letter said for us not to worry too much about things back here. And it said we could bring nearby family…" "Of course…!" Mary retorted. "Is a friend the same thing as close family?" "I'm pretty sure good friends are close enough to being considered so…" "You really do take this seriously… Do you know how much plane tickets cost? We may be lucky in that we might not have to pay a thing. Can't say the same for anyone else." Ana sighed, knowing that her attempts to change Mary's feelings had failed. "Ana," Mary said shortly enough. "Could you go and get my phone?" "Where did you leave it, Mary?" Mary shook her head in discontentment. "Same place as always, Ana… The top of the drawer in mine and Cesare's room…" "Sorry," Ana apologized. "I'll go and get it right now." She left the kitchen for the bedroom, leaving Mary and her dog, George Walker, alone in the kitchen. Staring at the dog, it was obvious to her that the he had been messing around in the yard earlier. "Georgie, were you dirtying yourself under a bush again?" Mary inquired the animal. "Look at you – you're filthy! I should give you a bath right here and now…" Ana walked back into the room, red cell-phone in hand. "Give who a bath?" Ana wondered. "The dog. Who else would need to 'be given' one?" "Oh. Well, here you go." Ana handed the phone over. "Who are you calling, by the way?" "Lina." "M'kay." Ana began to grab her car keys and purse. "Well, I should be getting home right now. Prepare my things just in case. You always know where you can reach me – Au revoir, Marie!" Mary nodded lightly, watching Ana leave the house shortly after. Soon enough, the phone on the other end of the line was picked up. "Lina," she began, nervously and unconsciously fidgeting with her fingers. "You know… I got a weird message in the mail this evening. It's from that Olvusulthia place. According to it, I was invited to there to live and shelter during some war that Pordenta Jrek-something (I've never been able to say his name right) mentioned might happen. I don't think I'll take the offer and leave you guys behind but… You what?" Mary stood in place, breathless. "Oh, my god!!" she exclaimed. "You also got one of these?!" a few seconds passed. "Huh? Oh yes… I'm fine. Don't… don't you worry. It's just this is so unexpected! I'm just concerned about the dog and especially my children – they're so far away, in Chicago as you know! I'm going to call them, see if maybe they also got one of these letters. Frankly, if they got a letter and end up going, I'll have to leave with them too – I'm not living here while my kids live by themselves in some faraway country. Either way, I'll manage to join up with them again. Lina, if I go, I wish you well here. You know my family and I will miss you… Anyway, before this turns into a pity-fest, I should call up the kids and then hope Cesarito isn't to grumpy to be called. I'll call you later then after I deal with these few things then. Love you, girl – call you later…" Mary shook her head, hanging up the phone. "What were the chances… It almost seems planned…" She dialed yet another number on the phone. "Hello? Roberto? Marianna?"

Chapter II Lina’s mind was clouded in thoughts. Questions poured into her mind shortly thereafter and competed for attention. Was the note real or fraud? Was it from Pordenta Jreksiveri’i himself or from someone else? Why did Jreksiveri’i trust her of all people if she was normal – just like anyone else…? “I can’t go…” she said solemnly to herself and the air. “I have everything here: friends, family, Francisco, all my memories…” She suddenly remembered the crash that killed her father many years back in the mountain cliffs. The memory made her sigh. Unconsciously, she felt a bit more inclined to taking the invitation offer, though consciously she didn’t want to. “But Francisco needs to stay here to stay here. He wouldn’t be able to find another job that easily that made good money,” she said softly. “Getting that job of his was hard enough with the economy and fellow competition…” Then she remembered that Olvusulthia didn’t have a monetary system, or so common belief said… No money needed in times like these…? Maybe it was worth chancing for never having to deal with the stress following constant rent bills and whatnot. And didn’t Jreksiveri’i say that a war could erupt? The signs were definitely there: Poor economy, rift in the European Union and UN, hunger again on the rise, social issues returning, poor division of the wealth, constant riots and terrorist attacks… She couldn’t make a final decision now. She would have to wait for Francisco to return from the bank. They’d have a few hours before sleeping to decide whether it was a good idea to go or not, and if so, what they would take. She returned to the kitchen and managed to salvage what she could of the dinner for tomorrow… should she be here the next day… “I’m sorry about the inconvenience,” said a woman walking alongside a droopy Francisco. “But even Mr. Durán couldn’t have predicted this before the stocks’ plunge the day before yesterday. I’m sorry he had to let you of all executives go…” “I’m not angry,” he replied. “Just more worried than anything.” “Francisco, you need to keep trying. I’m sure there’s another position of equal pay or such in town if you look around a bit.” “I’d like to believe that, Karla,” Francisco replied. “But I don’t have much hope for such an outcome.” “Francisco,” the woman continued, “You know that if I could do more to help you, I would. But probably better that you’re one of the first to be laid-off so you’re one of the first to find another job. The economy’s only going to get worse for now…” “Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.” “…I’m sorry, Francisco. I just wish I could do more.” “I know that. I wish you could as well. I’m more worried about Lina though.” “Why, exactly?” “She’s going to learn very quickly that I was ‘fired’. It’s going to become very difficult, if even possible at all for us to keep up with our rent. I don’t know how long it is till Lina loses her own job as well. Then we’ll definitely be on the street.” “Why not just borrow a low-interest loan till you find another job? It’ll give you something to hang onto for a bit.” “Sorry Karla, but no,” Francisco replied. “They always have some sort of ‘secret’ trick or two hidden away in the fine print, and who knows how long till I find the job before I can finally keep up with the payments for that. Next thing you know, the police are banging on my door as I can’t keep up with paying for a loan as well as the rent for my apartment… And I’m not bothering with filing for bankruptcy again like I did several years back. I can’t afford to damage my credit anymore…” “Police… You really have a pessimistic overview of the situation, don’t you Francisco?” “And I’m sure you wouldn’t?” “Just keep waiting… There’s going to be something good in the end for you all. Trust me.” Francisco nodded forcibly, fixing his hair. “I’d better get going home then and handle this with Lina as early as possible. The more I wait, the worse it’ll be.” “Francisco, please,” Karla ended. “Just don’t lose faith yet.” Francisco practically ignored her as he entered the car and quickly drove away back to their apartment and prepared to tell Lina the news. Karla, becoming just as disheartened, walked back into the bank to escape the freezing rain.

Banning Aeon for the crazy Portal sig Ban ub3rman123 for the Daedric writing

http://www.greetings.ca/fireworks.jpeg Freedom!!!! Last test was not super easy, but easy enough. @Reveller: whether you have a g/f or not, I'm sure you can find interesting things to do this summer still. Like eat pizza daily. Sure the company of a friendly girl is nice, but then you have to share the pizza. :tongue:

Maybe it was just a mistake during a site overhaul early on. An upgrade mistake? A userID of 2304 is a pretty low number, considering the ID's are now in the millions for new members.

One more exam on Thursday... I already took those which were meant for tomorrow, so that means I have the day off! Not really, actually. I'll be working instead... :pinch:

Some more. Not recent stuff I worked on, but I have been busy with school to post much here. I know once you start reading this, and see my name written on it, that you will probably be astonished … Do not be concerned –Many other people, to whom I have written in the past several years, were themselves surprised. I know of the many things you and others have likely heard about us Olvusulthians. Some of what is said is true, while much is not. Regardless, hear my words. You’ve received this letter, as I believe I can trust you. Pack your smaller, more-valuable belongings, all of that which you treasure. You likely won’t be returning home for some time. Peace in your world will not last much longer. The signs are everywhere – this world is failing as it is, societies at war, poverty skyrocketing, economies failing, tensions mounting. You have to get out of your life if you wish to remain safe. I assure you that I’m not crazy, though I’ll admit to being different compared to most people. Due to this likely outbreak of war, I’m inviting you to live in a safe haven. One you could shelter in. Five years of feuding has occurred particularly between President Nale and me; I fear that he may not be mentally stable anymore and could do anything that might insinuate great retaliation. I understand this may seem sudden and suspicious, a lot for your to absorb at the moment, but please – you have to trust me. To say the chances of a war will occur seems far greater than the chance it will not. It’ll be beyond what you have imagined yet, and more danger is bound to follow. Shelter here in Olvusulthia for your own sake. It’s the only place that may remain at all on the world. You and I and the Olvusulthians, we’re in this together. We must work together. We must stay together. Solitude is unwise. For your sake, leave the troubles of the world and come to Olvusulthia. I would not recommend you moving to Switzerland, even if you could afford to do so; its centralized location makes it an unsafe place to take refuge in – Even its neutrality is a thin illusion and could fade with one wrong move. Should you choose to take refuge here, your pre-paid plane flights to Nashville, in the United States leave on the next noon in your time zone. This is very sudden, I’m aware of that, but you have more time now than you ever will if the enemy comes knocking on the front door. Please do not concern yourselves with the tickets (They are attached on the back). Simply accept my warm welcome to our Olvusulthia. PS: Do not concern yourself with your jobs. Just get you and any nearby family you may have out of there and leave with the plane. Everything will be taken care of in due time. And if I may make one final request: If you can, take this letter and destroy it – it matters not how you do it, so long as any evidence of its existence is removed.

(Is upset with the slow computer... :pinch:) Anyway, I can hardly believe this school year has just seemed to flown by. It's almost like last week was the beginning of August... Just two more days of exams and one more year of high school and it's all over! :woot: Well, now that the breaks are almost here, I guess I should start doing something with the extra free time. Like finishing up that darned novel, or getting my driver's license, and getting a permanent summer job, not to mention balancing summer assignments in it all. Don't know if I can take a trip somewhere, particularly due to the job, but it's worth a try. Anyone else got summer plans?

If your appearance doesn't change based on your character's affiliation, it might be worth checking out (I think I heard this was the case with the earlier games).

Thanks, species http://thenexusforums.com/public/style_emoticons/Dark/smile.gif Eight-thirty. Francisco's meeting would surely have begun by now. Lina turned on the television right this moment to get to see her favorite show on one of the local food channels. "After being on the plane flight for ten hours from Nashville, I've arrived here, in Rome, Italy," said the program's host, Carmel Johnson, a middle-age man gone half-bald. "Now that we're here, let's go food-seeing. My mouth is already beginning to water! So what are we waiting for – Let's eat!" Lina began chopping up a few fat plantains, which she planned to add to her yellow rice base. Chorizo, mussels, scallops, and pork were added to the main plate, and, on the side for her and her mother, squid. She left the behind in the kitchen food to cook while she went to the living area of the house to watch the television. "Now don't you think that's a beautiful sight?" Carmel Johnson asked the audience on the television, standing in front of some ancient ruins. "The Coliseum – most famous landmark here in Rome and one of the wonders of the ancient world. Currently, I'm getting to a stop to board a bus heading to a café that some English-speaking locals told me is great with its pastries." The television blacked out and the commercials began. Knowing it'd be about seven minutes till the channel returned to the program and far longer for the food to be ready, Lina decided to get the mail. She picked up a light jacket and went outside. The air was considerably cooler now than it was a couple hours before, with a progressively stronger wind picking up. While it was dark, Lina could tell the sky was covered in clouds. A storm was on its way. Hopefully it wouldn't start raining till after she got back to the apartment. A moment later at the bottom of the staircases, Lina walked to the mailbox and opened the compartment dedicated to hers and Francisco's apartment. She reached in and grabbed a small stack of varied letters and papers, then held them under her arm and walked back. The wind picked up even more rapidly and almost caused her to lose hold of a few pieces of mail. She got back just in time to the apartment as immediately afterward, the rain began – lightly at first. The program immediately began after she placed the mail down on the coffee table in the living area. She began to search through it for interesting mail while diverting some attention to the program on the television as well. Immediately, lightning flashed and the electricity went out. Shocked, Lina immediately grabbed the flashlight on the edge of the table and turned it on. She continued to sift through the mail with the aid of the flashlight when suddenly she came across a blue letter. Seeing as it was the only piece of mail that actually might not be junk, she opened it up intriguingly, pulling out a folded, blue piece of paper with yellow writing. To: Mr. Francisco and Lina Mercedes. From: Pordenta Jreksiveri'i Lina was shocked – Pordenta Jreksiveri'i? Her heart was pounding while her hand laid over the letter. Immediately, the power flickered a bit and came back on. She ran to turn off everything, smelling the food burning and commercials blaring. Then, she returned to the couch and sank down in place, continuing to read the letter. Outside, the rain began to truly pour down as the lights settled. In large letters was written…

http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/7747/heehee.jpg Does this count?

James Ninow, his brother Jim, and a friend, Mark Klein, had spent all afternoon the day before preparing to go fishing in the pleasant spring weather now at the shockingly early hour of three-thirty in the morning. James and Jim Ninow were both black, natives to Cape Town, tall and well-built who sold fish at the markets to get their living. Mark, their friend was red-headed, white, and native to Anchorage. Tired of the long, dreary winters and suspicious policies of the Alaskan state government, Mark decided to move to the more pleasant climate of South Africa. While he worked a fairly good living as a technician, Mark enjoyed fishing as a hobby and source of backup income. The boat the set out on, called "Dolphin," was a fairly old ship, but it was reliable and always seemed to fetch the desired catch that Jim and James always sought. It valued a lot to the Ninow's sentimentally, though they knew that eventually to move on to things that brought them more income. "Alright Jim," James began, checking the ship's lights one last time, "When I give the signal, lower the net, 'kay?" "Right, brother," Jim responded, checking the net one last time as well. "Good. Mark, do you have the tubs cleaned and ready?" "Yep," Mark replied, nodding slightly. "Then on the count of three. One… two… three!" The net immediately shot down into the water, greatly losing velocity upon hitting the water's surface and sinking progressively slower. After about thirty seconds of having been lowered, Jim held the net at that particular altitude and left it there for about a minute. Mark pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "How long you suggest we keep the net down this time?" "Just a moment this first time. There seems to not be a lot of activity in the water for some strange reason. Far less than normal…" "Strange," Jim commented. "Think it has something to do with that oil spill recently?" "Not likely," James replied. "That was out on the eastern coast, many hundreds of miles away… Jim, pull it up! Mark, get the tub ready!" "On it," they both replied. The net slowly rose from under the water, one foot at a time. Despite the possibility that there may not be much of a catch, James remained optimistic. After all, since when did their boat let them down. However, when the net lifted above the water to eye-level of the three guys, they were greeted with a most terrifying sight: pretty much all of the fish in their catch were dead, having been decaying for what must have been weeks now. A foul stench filled the air and all of James and his friends' hopes were destroyed. "What on earth could have caused this?" Mark questioned, looking at the mobile graveyard with complete dismay. "Someone must have dumped trash here," Jim replied. "Correction – people have been dumping trash here," Jim remarked. "There's no way to blame this much trash on one person…" He pulled out a pair of gloves from a chest beside him and reached in the net's contents, pulling out several plastic bags, metal cans, half-eaten decayed food and tossed it all into a nearby trash bag. James sighed. "Dump the contents into the buckets. I'll join you guys shortly." He walked off to the cabin of the boat and began sifting through the mail he had picked up earlier, in which, a strange blue letter surfaced from the stack.

I remember not having internet and when games still used DOS and when the gas still contained lead... Barely

http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-dog-pictures-birthday-hats.jpg http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2008/11/funny-dog-pictures-happy-day.jpg Happy belated loldogs birthday, Antonkr

Don't click if you don't like swearing. (FYI though, it's just one word and not the 'F' word.)

Banned for posting that long word. :pinch: