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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 12:10 am |
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Since most of our members are on the new forum, i wish the members who still visit this old forum
a HAPPY 2012 !
Cheers!
the new forum is http://cyberpunkforums.com
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Greetings from Stormtrooper of Death, member of the High Tech Team, Duty of Thelema, Knights of the Holy Grail,Eindhoven Punk Squad (EPS) , DV8, the Dream Team and the Corporation
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| Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:39 am |
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Seconded, Herr Stormy! Happy 2012. 
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Anything we can do to a rat we can do to a human being, and we can do damn near *anything* to rats. - Bruce Sterling
Warderbonded (takes some explanation these days) to the Traveler of the Ways
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| Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 4:53 am |
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IN the YEAR 2012...
the last few weeks I felt like I was living a Deus Ex game. I had my Jaime Reyes where I was all like "So do they ever turn it off?" and he was like "This may sound funny JC, but I'm not allowed to tell you." I had my moment where Walter Simmons calls me and says "Denton? Walton Simons here. What an expensive mistake you turned out to be. I ordered the troops to kill you, because frankly I don't have the patience to wait for one of those damn killswitches to work" and I watched as everyone I trusted turn against me and I had to figure out how to get out of a facility I once worked at alive. I had my Jock come by in his stealth helicopter to move me about. I had my Tracer Tong moment where someone out of the blue contacts me and says "I'm on your side, travel through dangerous Northwest Philly to see me."
I walked through a sketchy subway system I've never been in while the Canal soundtrack played in my head, only to be interrupted by Jaime Reyes on my cell phone to tell me the results of my test and that I am fucked and I am on my own. I tried getting directions from a begger to find a hidden lab. I even walked into this building that was like the 'Ton but more upscale. I go up in a golden metal elevator to the 4th floor and I finally get to this beaten door with old paint that had a metal box of syringes outside of it on the floor. I opened the door and the "Loading" screen appeared as I found the waiting room of LabCorp and the fucking UNATCO background music immediately starts playing in my mind.
What a shitty year 2011 was and yet I managed to survive only to see the end of the world in 2012. Here's to the digits, may they flow freely.
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| Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:03 am |
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Sorry, that I didn't remove the last spam until now. I had lots of university work.
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