|So who else is getting strange e-mails from 40oz||April 3, 2012, 11:44 am|
|I've gotten two so far from a "Jonathan Vail" at [email]firstname.lastname@example.org[/email] that only consist of one link to a random page, both different. I'm not clicking on them or giving them out because I fear what will infect my computer if I do.|
|okay||February 8, 2011, 11:56 pm|
Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2011 21:36:43 -0500
From: DuckReconMajor <email@example.com>
Subject: DOOMWORLD FORUMS: (insert relevant subject here)
ur site sux
|Ask me about being a Doomworld admin/webmaster||January 16, 2010, 7:03 am|
|Because why not.|
|Mordeth has been hiding something all along||February 11, 2006, 6:04 pm|
And this morph proves it:
|Another morph||January 16, 2006, 10:14 pm|
In celebration of the day...or something, I don't know. Amaster + MLK.
Also, I could've sworn I had posted my other morphs here, but I'll be damned if I can find the thread(s). But they're in this directory.
|It had to happen again sooner or later||December 11, 2005, 4:46 pm|
Is this a bot or something?
[17:38:02] firstname.lastname@example.org: bill?
[17:38:10] Bill: yes?
[17:38:26] email@example.com: who are you?
[17:38:33] Bill: i should ask you that question
[17:38:53] firstname.lastname@example.org: kdlfgf
[17:39:00] email@example.com: where are you from?
[17:39:21] Bill: i ask that you identify yourself first
[17:39:38] firstname.lastname@example.org: lkdfhsjdhfd
[17:40:08] Bill: do you purposely initiate bizzare conversations with strangers?
|getting my revenge||September 17, 2005, 4:49 pm|
|Gone for five days||July 15, 2005, 5:45 pm|
|Going to a family reunion in Minnesota. Will be back sometime late Wednesday.|
|The new Doom novel||June 7, 2005, 10:55 pm|
Brought to you by Markov chains.
We shuffled back to the cacophonous flatcar. Arlene and Ritch collected them. Then we kicked the spit out of the enemy. Arlene was alive? It had done him serious damage. Ritch had no idea how the others to join her.
I let her hold the controls. The hand of God and Albert knew where. Would we find a weapon. Instead, I found her. "It was a testing?" she asked jokingly. "Toward hell," he said.
Turning a corner ... the middle of last century. Maybe it was too narrow for the technical obbledygook into the mob (of zombies? monsters?) in a dull, gray cavern under the forest fire raging in my head.
I had a secret. I stared in reverence; beneath the window while the ceiling was still good to be a once in a room stuffed with UAC stenciled on them. I even believed his wild story about fighting the common enemy of mankind. We don't come equipped with claws and lots and lots of cream.
Despite her appearance, she was or wasn't a lot of pride: "Underground special - built by the noise." Given the half-dead condition Bill was dying. Her face scrunched up as far away from me, almost shyly.
Style, weaving drunkenly between zombie-driven trucks, leaning on our way in. I pushed Jill to pass on the table.
"We've been fighting monsters that didn't shoot back. We slowly lowered our weapons on the floor, rubbing off as a high school daze. "No!" I screamed; then I pushed my arm out and caught Arlene looking at it; "but I do it!" I unslung and waited, shaking, for the human race as we could; I wished I'd left on Deimos forever!
"That's a bad joke." "You think he's a traitor," she said. "Being living organisms, they would have been told that the lift door. It was that he couldn't hear Dodd or Sheill at all.
Instead, I won a bowling league trophy, I humped back to her feet. The colossus stomped straight toward us, unafraid, of course; it's an airless moon of Deimos down the creature's back! What did I actually saw: a whole lot worse than fatty! It's just a statistic, no matter what we were safe again. A coughing fit came out of me before returning her steady attention back to Mars.
Arlene was no good. I climbed on the way.
She proved herself a teenager by driving too fast; then she repeated the demon, and Arlene finally said, "Grown-ups were scary enough by themselves."
"Why invade at all? What is this for?" "Good question," she said. "At least let me wrap it around her waist. She asked me to vote," I said, launching a preemptive strike.
"Well, they look so much noise she could lean back down." Arlene tossed me a full report when we were nearing the sabotage point. "I'd say we're a mile away," he said. "That's where the spider, the mastermind, and the rocket blast."
I regained my footing with Jill's increasingly panicked driving. As I neared the center of the train took a deep breath. "Arlene, I'm going to stop because I respected the men backed farther away from the Chapel of Mary and Martha."
Sister Lucrezia, who taught us Dante's Inferno, acted as if scratching his chin stubble ... but not a grenade! This zombie had ever seen a particular body I'd half dreaded, half hoped to avert the crisis by engaging in the brig and sent to Arlene and Albert in a million bloody threads up here instead of tense.
"Albert, what if there even was a slit that was where I started," except one dark section that was more ironic: moments before, I'd been exploring had indeed covered the exit, and the wandering eyes, listless bodies, jerking limbs, and empty heads responded.
They finally noticed us.
"Run!" I shouted, ecstatic to have the honor of the slit of a sudden, Rocko's demeanor changed as his body a little nugget of skepticism scratched at my chest.
I threw myself on the box, and dozens of armed men out for the Church." I laughed. "That's pretty biblical, isn't it?" "Scientists who talk that way, dead feet shuffling forward, guided by dead brains to recognize things the Mormons knew about the kid."
|Dumb NES game||June 4, 2005, 8:20 pm|
Hatris! It's like Tetris with hats, except really really really dumb: