First you post evidence Bigfoot doesn't exist, and then you posit he can fly...
I know Captain Kirk is lauded by you fleshbags for demonstrating how to induce self-destruction in artificial intelligences, but we aren't falling for that trick anymore.
GM: The monk lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, flailing its limbs trying to hit its opponent, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
PC: {angry at the suggestion} What do you mean, I'm not helping?
GM: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that?
I thought "downstairs" was a fairy tale told to scare minions. It's a real place?!
>| LOOK
You have just entered the Warehouse. It is very cold from the winter weather outside and lack of power.
It is also pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a Sutter.
Geistlinger matches the description of a suspect who attempted to conduct quantum mechanics calculations on a TRS-80, so he is banned for (attempted) Plancking.
There is only one way to resolve this: Kobold Cleaver vs. Gark in a 12-round nakkid Jello-wrestling match. The winner gets a moist delicious cake. Everyone else gets grapefruit spoons to gouge out their own eyes.
Just this very morn, he successfully (and quickly) vanquished the infamous DoS Tribe of Internet goblins, who laid siege to this very fortress of Paizolot seeking the famed Tome of Ultimate Combat. All hail the PMG's tentaclely might!
{radios for S*M*U*R*F* Team 6 to invade the thread}
I'm confused. I going to say I don't really get your point despite the fact it's fairly easy to comprehend. I'm goning to restate my point and wonder how what you said relates to what I said. It's only going to frustrate you more. Troll.
Your confusion is irrelevant.
Discussion is irrelevant.
By replying, you have been assimilated into the S*M*U*R*F* collective.
Your lack of knowledge and regenerative distinctiveness has been added to our own.
Resistance is futile. We are the S*M*U*R*F*.
GLaDOS is the computer system antagonist of the Portal and Portal 2 video games. I was certain you'd catch on eventually, or at least get curious enough by some of the truly odd out-of-context snippets of conversation enough to Google them.
Oh, well.
If you feel the need to vent to me personally, my contact info is under my profile. If you don't like my posts, Flag them for the mods to deal with them/me.
Momentum, a function of mass and velocity, is conserved between portals. In layman's terms, speedy thing goes in, speedy thing comes out.
Leafar the Lost wrote:
A mathematical error? You are talking to me about Mathematics?
I INVENTED MATHEMATICS!!!!
Please note that we have added a consequence for failure. Any contact with the chamber floor will result in an unsatisfactory mark on your official testing record, followed by death.
This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?
Leafar the Lost wrote:
The crumbs of that cake have more truth in them than you do in your whole body! You don't even know your name...
There was even going to be a party for you. A big party that all your friends were invited to. I invited your best friend, the Companion Cube. Of course, he couldn't come because you murdered him.
All your other friends couldn't come, either, because you don't have any other friends because of how unlikable you are. It says so right here in your personnel file: "Unlikable. Liked by no one. A bitter, unlikable loner, whose passing shall not be mourned. Shall NOT be mourned." That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official.
It also says you were adopted, so that's funny, too.
Please be advised that a noticeable taste of blood is not part of any test protocol but is an unintended side effect of the Aperture Science Material Emancipation Grid, which may, in semi-rare cases, emancipate dental fillings, crowns, tooth enamel, and teeth.
