Paste whatever you have copied.

Discussion in 'The Gameroom' started by leptoon, May 4, 2007.

  1. leptoon

    leptoon Well-Known Member

    Just paste whatever you have copied right now.
    I will start.

    var/charactername = input("Hello, Pick a name for your character, something you wish for people to call you in the game.","Character Name?")
    switch(input("Below pick one of the following backgrounds you wish for your character to be. It determines what skills you get in the game.","Character Background?") in list("Warrior","Cleric","Magician"))
    if ("Warrior")
    character = new /mob/You/Warrior()
    if ("Cleric")
    character = new /mob/You/Cleric()
    if ("Magician")
    character = new /mob/You/Magician() = charactername
    src.client.mob = character
    character.loc=locate (2,2,1)
    world<<"<B>[character] has logged in!"
  2. itachi

    itachi Well-Known Member

  3. Sa Palomera

    Sa Palomera Well-Known Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    Well-meaning friends and family might tell a grieving person they need to "move on" after a loss. Unfortunately, that type of advice can sometimes make people hesitate to talk about their loss, or make people think they're grieving wrong or too long, or that they're not normal. Every person takes his or her own time to heal after a loss. The way someone grieves a particular loss and the time it takes is very individual.

    It's important for grieving people to not drop out of life, though. If you don't like the idea of moving on, maybe the idea of "keeping on" seems like a better fit. Sometimes it helps to remind yourself to just keep on doing the best you can for now. If you feel sad, let yourself have your feelings and try not to run away from your emotions. But also keep on doing things you normally would such as being with friends, caring for your pet, working out, or doing your schoolwork.

    Going forward and healing from grief doesn't mean forgetting about the person you lost. Getting back to enjoying your life doesn't mean you no longer miss the person. And how long it takes until you start to feel better isn't a measure of how much you loved the person. With time, the loving support of family and friends, and your own positive actions, you can find ways to cope with even the deepest loss.

  4. Stylez

    Stylez Well-Known Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    The thought of you makes me ache...its the love thats aching/it has my mind body soul and heart shaking/Don't go girl don't be leaven me/I'm sorry I never asked for your number I was scared you see/Don't turn the the L of love upside down like a half an hour past five/just please Ava come back to me/come back to my side/I'm willing to die to search the earth for you your a perfect dime/Please stay with me a while/and let me make you laugh to see your beautiful smile/In the end though I know we'll never be/So it's you I can no longer seek/So Ava please forgive me I can no longer find you unique....
  5. on my own

    on my own Well-Known Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    I was gonna post what's under my paste button... but it's kinda personal not just for me but also for some other members so... better luck next time
  6. Stylez

    Stylez Well-Known Member

  7. Absentimental

    Absentimental Active Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.


    Don't ask, I don't know. :unsure: :laugh:
  8. Nelka

    Nelka Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    I love me some post-apocalyptic action and Jericho knows how to tingle my speculative fiction bone. (That's somewhere between the Science Fiction and Drama bone.)

    Sadly they spoiled themselves last week. Heather, a character that has been thought to be dead, was featured in a preview of next week's episode. Oops!
  9. FoReVeR LoSt

    FoReVeR LoSt Well-Known Member

  10. John6491

    John6491 Well-Known Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    For Children Who Were Broken

    by Elia Wise

    For Children Who Were Broken
    it is very hard to mend......

    Our pain was rarely spoken
    and we hid the truth from friends.

    Our parents said they loved us,
    but they didn't act that way.
    They broke our hearts
    and stole our worth,
    with the things that they would say.

    We wanted them to love us.
    We didn't know what we did
    to make them yell at us
    and hit us,
    and wish we weren't their kid.

    They'd beat us up and scream at us
    and blame us for their lives.
    Then they'd hold us close inside their arms
    and tell us confusing lies
    of how they really loved us --
    even though we were BAD,
    and how it was OUR fault they hit us,
    OUR fault that they were mad.

    When days were just beginning
    we sometimes prayed for them to end,
    and when the pain kept coming,
    we learned to just pretend
    that we were good
    and so were they
    and this was just
    on of those days ...
    tomorrow we'd be friends.

    We had to believe it so.
    We had nowhere else to go.

    Each day that we pretended,
    we replaced reality
    with lies, or dreams,
    or angry schemes,
    in search of dignity ....
    until our lies
    got bigger than the truth,
    and we had no one real to be

    Our bodies were forsaken.
    With no safe place to hide,
    we learned to stop
    hearing and feeling what they did to our outsides.

    We tried to make them love us,
    till we hated ourselves instead,
    and couldn't see a way out,
    and wished that they were dead.
    We scared ourselves by thinking that,
    and scared ourselves to know,
    that we were acting just like them --
    and might ever more be so.

    To be half the size of a grown-up
    and trapped inside their pain....
    To every day lose everything
    with no savior or refrain...
    To wonder how it is possible
    that God could so forget
    the worthy child you knew you were,
    when you had not been damaged yet ...
    To figure on your fingers
    that the years till you'd be grown
    enough to leave the torment
    and survive away from home,
    were more than you could count to,
    or more than you could bear,
    was the reality we lived in
    and we knew it wasn't fair.

    We who grew up broken
    are somewhat out of time,
    struggling to mend our childhood,
    when our peers are in their prime.
    Where others find love
    and contentment,
    we still often have to strive
    to remember we are worthy,
    and heroes just to be alive.

    Some of us are healing.
    some are stealing.
    Most are passing the anger on.
    Some give their lives away to drugs,
    or the promise of like beyond.
    Some still hide from society.
    Some struggle to belong.
    But all of us are wishing
    the past would not hold on
    so long.

    There's a lot of digging down to do
    to find the child within,
    to love away the ugly pain
    and feel innocence again.
    There is forgiveness
    worthy of angel's wings
    for remembering those at all,
    who abused our sacred childhood
    and programmed us to fall.
    To seek to understand them,
    and how their pain became our own,
    is to risk the ground we stand on
    to climb the mountain home.

    The journey is not so lonely
    as in the past it s been ...
    More of us are strong enough
    to let the growth begin.
    But while we're trekking
    up the mountain
    we need everything we've got,
    to face the adults we have become,
    and all that we are not.

    So when you see us weary
    from the day's internal climb ...
    When we find fault
    with your best efforts,
    or treat imperfection
    as purposeful crime ...
    When you see our quick defenses,
    our efforts to control,
    our readiness to form a plan
    of unrealistic goals ...
    When we run into a conflict
    and fight to the bitter end,
    remember ...
    We think that winning means
    we won't be hurt again.

    When we abandon OUR thoughts
    and feelings,
    to be what we believe YOU
    want us to,
    or look at trouble we re having,
    and want to blame it all on you...
    When life calls for new beginnings,
    and we fear they re doomed to end,
    Wounded trust is like a wounded knee--
    It is very hard to bend.

    Please remember this
    when we are out of sorts.
    Tell us the truth, and be our friend.
    For children who were broken...
    it is very hard to mend.

    lol just posted that not to long ago but oh well good poem anyways

    HOT~DAWG~MAMA Active Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    The more [X]'s the dumber your are.

    18 or lower means you're not stupid.

    [] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.
    [] gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
    [] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
    [] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
    [x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then
    people gave you weird looks.
    So far: 1

    [] you've ran into a tree or bush
    []you know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
    [] You tried to lick your elbow.
    [x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Little Star have the same rhythm.
    [] You just tried to sing them.
    So far:2

    [] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
    [x] You have choked on your own spit.
    [] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.
    [] You've never seen the Matrix.
    [] You type only with two fingers.
    So far: 3

    [x]you have really caught something on fire
    [x]You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
    [x] you've caught yourself drooling.
    [x] youve fallen asleep in class
    [x] if someone says "fart" you laugh
    So far:8 *lol*

    []sometimes you just stop thinking.
    [x]You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
    [ ] People are often shaking their heads and laugh at you
    []you are often told to use your "inside voice"
    [x] you use your fingers to do simple math
    So far: 10

    [] You have eaten a bug (not on puropse)
    [] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
    []you have put your clothes on backwards or inside out and
    didn't realize it
    [x]you've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand
    So far: 11 doh!

    [ ]Your friends know not to use big words around you
    [ ]you tilt your head when you are confused
    [x] you have fallen out of your chair before
    So far: 12

    [x] when you're laying in bed you try to find pictures in the
    texture of the ceiling
    []The word "ummmm" is used many times a day.
    So far: 13!

    now count them up and put "I've done _ stupid things out of 35"

    Woo! I've done 13 stupid things out of 35! *lmao*
  12. Spearmint

    Spearmint Well-Known Member

  13. John6491

    John6491 Well-Known Member

  14. Allo..

    Allo.. Well-Known Member

    Re: Past whatever you have copied.

    K T Tunstall

    ^^^ hehe josh. --that bit wasnt copied lol.
  15. Syd

    Syd Guest

    Exhibit Q: Excerpt from Report of Fingerprints taken from Zausner and Blausner "True Writer" Platinum and Gold Roller Ball Pen, item #4627, batch #683, crime scene #85673-99; In Re Byron Goldfarb, Homicide Victim.

    Item #4627 Zausner and Blausner "True Writer" Platinum and Gold Roller Ball Pen was removed from the chest cavity of the victim and dusted for fingerprints. Three identifiable prints: right thumb, right middle and right index finger, as well as a portion of the right palm were lifted and at least eleven characteristics were identified matching the fingerprints of the victim, Byron Goldfarb. No other prints identified.
  16. Stylez

    Stylez Well-Known Member

  17. leptoon

    leptoon Well-Known Member

  18. Sa Palomera

    Sa Palomera Well-Known Member

  19. SmilePretty

    SmilePretty Staff Alumni


    I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
    Of worry and strain and doubt;
    Before we begin, let us view the end,
    And maybe we'll do without.
    There's never the pang that was worth the tear,
    And toss in the night I won't -
    So either you do or you don't, my dear,
    Either you do or you don't!

    The table is ready, so lay your cards
    And if they should augur pain,
    I'll tender you ever my kind regards
    And run for the fastest train.
    I haven't the will to be spent and sad;
    My heart's to be gay and true -
    Then either you don't or you do, my lad,
    Either you don't or you do.

    By dorothy parker
  20. leptoon

    leptoon Well-Known Member

    < Mod Edit: Abacus21 - IP removed>

    Should I really be posting my IP address? lol
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