Look what this clown wrote.

[JagWarlord]

quote="Lost Monkey"]God.. I am so scared of Jaguar fans... I just don't know why.

 

I have this idea in my head that they are all really tough sons-o-bitches with broken bottles to cut you with, cuz if you piss em off.. watch out!

 

I am also certain that they have little tracking devices that they plant on you if you piss em off, so they can follow you around the world and make sure that no day is ever quite peaceful - you always have that sick feeling that you are about to get cut up by that bottle wielding psycho who wants your world to be just as twisted and unfair as his own.

 

[Lost Monkey]

Hmmm...

 

 

Life imitates art?

[oesii]

lol, I knew it was true

[Atariman]

damn... I thought I had made those tracking devices small enough that he wouldn't find them... oh well. back to pissing in his gas tank I suppose. j/k

[Nukey Shay]

What are you doing? It's not safe for lost monkeys in here. Take this...

* passes burned copy of Soul Star to Lost Monkey

If they come after you, toss it in the opposite direction to distract them

[+Sauron]

Damn, he's on to us! Guys, time to move to plan B....

[liquid_sky]

yes. plan b; dump battlesphere gold.

[CrazyChris]

Tough Crowed

[scrummy]

Dear Timetraveler JagWAR LORD,

 

dig the scene and stop causing a ribbage among system squatters, there

is more to the 68000 than meet my eyes, what don't you get?

 

Snakes inhabit small yard, turn into pod droids of super-natural alien race. Alien race is trying

to warn humans of other alien race. PODS fall in love with humans, yet have no ability to use memory and can not distinguish individuals.

 

THe snakes had landed on the outskirts of Mobile, and spread like wildfire to montgomery.

Also in TExas a UFO was shot down with a missile.

The missile failed. The alien snakes concregated into storm drains and traveled on the underground snake railroad all over alabama.

The problem with this was that a government task force had made the possession of these snakes taxable by additional sales taxes on food and food care products that all snakes need.

The little boy stood at the edge of a large flooded yard. The double wide trailer home was brand new and still smelled like a new car. The house had central airconditioned, carpeting, wood cabinets and large oval bathtubs using jets.

The land had been sold and obviously was not in a flood plain because the city connected the water at a charge of $870 and they should have said something. Sure enough the new house was surrounded by flood, and soon the culvert would be a station of sorts, an outlet from the underground snake railroad, where thousands of alien snakes would come slither out, and surround the little boy and his family.

The alien leaders sent out communications and this was intercepted by my dad who is a ham radio operator. He heard them clearly ask, "make sure the humans understand that they will lose their memory in the future, make sure they know that others are intending to harvest their eggs and sperm up those eggs with alien sperm of their own kind. Tell them to have a army ready to fight this great battle, tell them it is important".

Just then thousands of thousands of snakes stormed around the trailer, moccasins and deadly other snakes made it unsafe for the baby. They left in a hurry to mama's house.

Daddy came home after hearing the ham radio, and found no one but snakes, "where's the baby, where's the baby, BABY!, BABY!, Where's the Baby!?, Where's the Baby?-----

Hissing mad hissing and surrounding with slitering, the snake leaders formed a large biomass antenae, and using their electric powers like eels do, they crafted a message of thier own skin, "the message was" "we love all humanity, but not the one, we love the all, we want to be like you, we love your wife, we love your baby, we want to preserve your memory."

The father started spraying gasoline around the trailer immediately as his radio was in the truck.

AFter a casual flick of his cigerette, the entire pond ignited in fire. The father left alone in middle of his ownly large poccesssion, sat in his recliner, crying softly over the ragging fire, "where's the BABY?! Where's the BABY!?, BABY?!, as the snakes started to burn their ghosts began to slowly slither out of their host bodies and they ghosting of pond creek began in earnest.

As the man was surrounded by the mass ghosting, he came to realize the sad future for Earth, his home his life, was now burning, and somewhere deep in space the mysterious GRAYS as the are called were laughing, their plan was one step closer to the final solution.

 

from titfos

the incredible true facts of space

[liquid_sky]

drugs are bad, mmmkay?

[Nukey Shay]

http://www.atariage.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=32062

 

Apparently, I'm living in some kind of time-worp

[scrummy]

Nukey Shay,

 

You are not living in a time worp, but you are living in a false past.

The things happening between Nov 2002 and Dec of 2012 are only valid for this ride, everything between these points will occur multiple times in multiple places involving no less than 3 version of me, working on different projects at the same time,

 

please ignore anything I say while involved in the "project"

 

it's mostly code anyway.

shakers.

 

Hoping upon hope to be able to use the paddle controllers for this game, the idea is to make a homage to air traffic controllers and the search for life, like a seti thing., other ideas of importance.

Now that we are post graphic age, and image is easy to manipulate the art must express itself as a new form, and what better method, we have southern gothic thoughts in story, a concept writtten under the assummed identity of a hyper creative but depraved individual, the point is purposeful.

The shifting of tense is purposeful, the basic idea would be a shifting narrative, that is speaking of something and more importantly saying something seperate by the way of its speaking. Its the story of the hidden author that is actually the story, I think the text could unfold much like a game of QIX, have you seen in a bar or some other place a QIX like game before, where naked women are uncovered by completing rounds, and you have goals similar to QIX? This is the implied concept of the story, or the game if you will. I have been frantically playing games for days it seems like to get afirm grip on this thing. I have an idea for a game but the joypad would not handle it, so I wonder can paddle controllers or the TEMPEST 2000 rotary work for this, the A button would be acceleration with the rotary being directional, so you would accelerate at a right angle away from the wall and then rotate clockwise offcourse with the paddle.

The B button would also accelerate, and perhaps the C button would be a superzapper function that would get you out of trouble.

I cannot program this game, that is way beyond. I see the snakes like the spiders in the tron game section trying to get at the escape and the spiders were moving towards him. Do you ever wish that the Jaguar would have taken a high road and had more NEO GEO like games, exploiting the sprite capabilities and high color, there is so much to be accomplished, i really wish there were more classic redo games like space invaders, asteroids, centipede, and remain thankful for the defender clones.

 

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