Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: On the edge ...... of my bed, about to fall out. Name: Call me e_town
Age: 17
Posts: 2,505
PS3 ID : E-town or Subject17
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I think I met a guy with turrets once in RSV2. He talked in the classic turrets/mentally challenged voice and swore all the time. I was trying to be nice to him the entire time, but he was just asking such stupid questions, and always going on about what gun was the best. Eventually he started talking about how he wanted to **** Hanna Montana and I was like "Dude, she's a bit young..." and he said "SHAD UP! SHE IS NOT! WHAT IS SHE, LIKE 16" and i'm like "Probably. How old are you again?" And he said "I'M 22", all in that weird calm yell voice of his. Anyway, we went on about hanna montana for a few minutes, with me trying to discourage his pedophilia. Was one of the better conversations I've had. Also, back in RSV1, this guy would, in the most annoying voice possible, sing "chicka chicka woo-woo!". Eventually this happened: " Cheeka chicka woo-woo! Chicka chicka wee-woo! Hey e_town! Etown!..(me) Yeah? (him) E-town! (me) YES? (him) Your mother sucks my cawk. Chicka Chicka woo woo! Chicka Chicka woo woo cheeka cheeka..." Totally out of no where. I was with my friend and we were both like "what the **** was that?" for the next few minutes.
In socom 2, there are too many to count. Highlights include how, after some rapper died, all the ensign briefing rooms were filled with talk about how he died. You couldn't get a word in edgewise. Like, as a typical convo: "Guys, there are a bunch of seals rushing right this round, need help" "Shut up etown, we're talking here! Anyway, I heard they found some crack in his stomach" "They're going for a quickplant!" "SHUT UP! Anyway, I heard it wasn't the crack that killed him, he was just smoking some when he got shot" "IT'S THE LAST ROUND. NEED BACKUP, I'M GOING TO DIE SOON" "***** I SAID SHUT THE **** UP! I WILL ****ING MERK YOU SON! Anyway, my ***** dre said that.."
Other highlights include how this guy was giving me **** for being an ensign and threatening to kill me once in US EAST, and from then on i just said **** it and killed him, going on to get a 4 kill streak, and totally murdering him every round, as he pulled out bigger and better guns from his arsenal (eventually he got to the M3), even though he spawned behind me. Eventually I was voted. There was also the time I was playing with a guy called yepper scrotch, who was one of the funniest people I have ever met. Drunk as all hell, until he ran out of rum and asked us if it was safe to drink rubbing alcohol. In spite of our protests, he said he drank a bottle anyway, and for the next hour he started acting progressively sicker. Later on that night though he came clean and said he didn't actually do it. And then there was the time my clan was talking about the horse sex video on kazaa, the time when my clan started hitting on a girl who admitted she was like 11, the mic sex between my friends gluadian and sexy peaches (gluadian-I'm taking off my SOCKS right now, do you like that? Yeah you like that, don't you *****? her- If you call me a ***** again I swear I'ma kill ya'll.), the eventual elections that came around, the massive teamkilling sprees, rushing the middle with model 18's, mass suicide, defending the spawn with rockets, machine guns, and mines, holding the bomb in the spawn point and pwning everyone, "SOCOM SEX", teabagging, real clan wars (not matches, but WARS, where rival clans who frequently played in the same rooms would just teamkill and trash talk each other for the entirety of the match for months on end), telling noobs they had to shoot the bomb on the bridge while you blew it in their faces, kamakazi attacks, and so much more. Man, socom 2 was ****ing awesome.
Oh yeah: Plan 619 with red, in addition to a whole shitload of other randomly named "plans" where it usually consisted of us running around in an elaborate path for the duration of the match while the enemies tried to catch us, until we deviated from the path for a second to murder them before continuing on our merry way.
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