Wraith

He irritates me to no end.As for his cheating, I suspect, but cannot prove.Therefore I can't make any kind of informed decision and/or vote.Besides, I've had people say that I've cheated because I've gone on a 14-man killing streak with an m60 at 18hp and bleeding.Sometimes the folks who insist Imknifes is cheating only do that to cover their own ineptitude.I've seen him knife through walls. I've emptied an entire mp5 clip into him and he's still gotten the better of me.But I can't prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he cheats. So... I'll leave it to the admins to decide.

schweet.I'm still drooling over when the Resident Evil Mod comes out, though.

schweet.I'm still drooling over when the Resident Evil Mod comes out, though.

The M60, MP5, G3A3, M16 and Saiga 12k to rush.Anything else would be uncivilized.

The M60, MP5, G3A3, M16 and Saiga 12k to rush.Anything else would be uncivilized.

These were for my first love, who turned out to be the Whore of Babylon, and broke my heart. *sniffle* Anyway. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I Lay Here As I lay here, I cry. I cry over the hope shattered, I cry for the dream crushed, I cry because of the truth realized. But more than that, I cry because you've moved on. As I lay here, I remember. I remember the guy you hid with behind the speakers, I remember the one you spoke about on the phone, I remember the feeling of you in my arms. But more than that, I remember what I had before and lost. As I lay here, I realize. I realize that I f*cked up somewhere, I realize that you were my first true love, I realize that this is my first real heartbreak. But more than that, I realize that you no longer love me the same way I loved you and probably never did. As I lay here, I listen. I listen to the songs that embody my feelings now, I listen to the lyrics that can only vaguely attempt to convey the depth of my loss, I listen to the words as they appear on the screen. But more than that, I listen to the voice in my head telling me I never should have let it get to this point. As I lay here, I wonder. I wonder if you'll ever read this, I wonder if I have the strength to get over it, I wonder if it even matters. But more than that I wonder if we can ever really be friends again knowing what's between us. As I lay here, I know. I know you'll never fully understand what I've gone through, I know the relationship was always deeper for me from the get-go, I know it was still the sweetest thing I'd ever known. But more than that, I know I can never forget. As I lay here, I cry. I cry over the hope shattered, I cry for the dream crushed, I cry because of the truth realized. But more than that, I cry because you've moved on. Reaching I reach out. The desire to touch, taste, feel, smell, to Love: And yet as far as my grasp extends, I can't get the point. So I reach out. Memories Surface. What once was. Hope Appears. What might have been. Reality Intrudes. What is now, and despite it all I reach out. My heart sings my torment, My soul remembers my joy, My mind accepts my loss, and yet I reach out. I hear your voice. I see your face. I taste your lips. I sense the love lost and all that I can no longer have, yet still I reach out. Barely breathing, Rage seething, Seeing, not believing, no matter. I reach out. I want to gaze into your eyes and know your thoughts. I want to grow within your heart and know your feelings. I want to wander in your mind and know your desires. But no. So I reach out. I grasp, I flail, I clutch, I slip, I feel, I care, I hurt, I cry, I cling, I hope, I ask, I love. I, I, I, I I reach out. How much more can I take? Who wins here? What else can I do? I reach out. But you're not there. You've moved on. I can't. My hands, my heart, my mind, they come back empty. Windows The eyes are windows to the soul. I gazed into yours once and saw the wonder in those obsidian pools. I look in the mirror and see the dusty reflection in my bloodshot eyes. The husk of what we were, of what I was when I was with you. God, I could have sat there for hours and stared, oblivious to the outside world. Our eyes were the same. Without yours mine grew; lighter, duller, drier. Empty from the tears I shed, the heartache I bled. I poured my heart and soul out to you and you took it all and left. I can't blame you. I was reckless. Too content with what I had, I acted on impulse. I was blind to the pain I caused, with only a score of half-assed apologies in return. Your vision must have been aquiline from the response I got, the tenfold payback. My soul now an empty vessel, my eyes lack the luster they once had. Seeing you again rekindled the briefest of sparks, a drop in the vessel. Hearing you afterwards banked the tiniest of flames, an icy wind in the air. Your souls windows must be clearer than crystal, with the happiness you found apart from me. While mine are caked and encrusted with the patina of ten thousand tears, One salty drop for every moment of the day I've thought about you. The weight of it all finally broke the panes. I cried a river but the bed runs dry now. My soul is empty, the heartbreak final. I needed to know the truth but it hurt more than I could ever imagine. It's what I deserved though. The stones breaking the windows, breaking my heart. But what I wouldn't give for the windows to be boarded up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yea. I'm an amateur, I don't think there's too much there by way of structure, especially in the last one. But I've been told they work. Thoughts and critique are appreciated.

These were for my first love, who turned out to be the Whore of Babylon, and broke my heart. *sniffle* Anyway. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I Lay Here As I lay here, I cry. I cry over the hope shattered, I cry for the dream crushed, I cry because of the truth realized. But more than that, I cry because you've moved on. As I lay here, I remember. I remember the guy you hid with behind the speakers, I remember the one you spoke about on the phone, I remember the feeling of you in my arms. But more than that, I remember what I had before and lost. As I lay here, I realize. I realize that I f*cked up somewhere, I realize that you were my first true love, I realize that this is my first real heartbreak. But more than that, I realize that you no longer love me the same way I loved you and probably never did. As I lay here, I listen. I listen to the songs that embody my feelings now, I listen to the lyrics that can only vaguely attempt to convey the depth of my loss, I listen to the words as they appear on the screen. But more than that, I listen to the voice in my head telling me I never should have let it get to this point. As I lay here, I wonder. I wonder if you'll ever read this, I wonder if I have the strength to get over it, I wonder if it even matters. But more than that I wonder if we can ever really be friends again knowing what's between us. As I lay here, I know. I know you'll never fully understand what I've gone through, I know the relationship was always deeper for me from the get-go, I know it was still the sweetest thing I'd ever known. But more than that, I know I can never forget. As I lay here, I cry. I cry over the hope shattered, I cry for the dream crushed, I cry because of the truth realized. But more than that, I cry because you've moved on. Reaching I reach out. The desire to touch, taste, feel, smell, to Love: And yet as far as my grasp extends, I can't get the point. So I reach out. Memories Surface. What once was. Hope Appears. What might have been. Reality Intrudes. What is now, and despite it all I reach out. My heart sings my torment, My soul remembers my joy, My mind accepts my loss, and yet I reach out. I hear your voice. I see your face. I taste your lips. I sense the love lost and all that I can no longer have, yet still I reach out. Barely breathing, Rage seething, Seeing, not believing, no matter. I reach out. I want to gaze into your eyes and know your thoughts. I want to grow within your heart and know your feelings. I want to wander in your mind and know your desires. But no. So I reach out. I grasp, I flail, I clutch, I slip, I feel, I care, I hurt, I cry, I cling, I hope, I ask, I love. I, I, I, I I reach out. How much more can I take? Who wins here? What else can I do? I reach out. But you're not there. You've moved on. I can't. My hands, my heart, my mind, they come back empty. Windows The eyes are windows to the soul. I gazed into yours once and saw the wonder in those obsidian pools. I look in the mirror and see the dusty reflection in my bloodshot eyes. The husk of what we were, of what I was when I was with you. God, I could have sat there for hours and stared, oblivious to the outside world. Our eyes were the same. Without yours mine grew; lighter, duller, drier. Empty from the tears I shed, the heartache I bled. I poured my heart and soul out to you and you took it all and left. I can't blame you. I was reckless. Too content with what I had, I acted on impulse. I was blind to the pain I caused, with only a score of half-assed apologies in return. Your vision must have been aquiline from the response I got, the tenfold payback. My soul now an empty vessel, my eyes lack the luster they once had. Seeing you again rekindled the briefest of sparks, a drop in the vessel. Hearing you afterwards banked the tiniest of flames, an icy wind in the air. Your souls windows must be clearer than crystal, with the happiness you found apart from me. While mine are caked and encrusted with the patina of ten thousand tears, One salty drop for every moment of the day I've thought about you. The weight of it all finally broke the panes. I cried a river but the bed runs dry now. My soul is empty, the heartbreak final. I needed to know the truth but it hurt more than I could ever imagine. It's what I deserved though. The stones breaking the windows, breaking my heart. But what I wouldn't give for the windows to be boarded up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yea. I'm an amateur, I don't think there's too much there by way of structure, especially in the last one. But I've been told they work. Thoughts and critique are appreciated.

Main Entry: wraithPronunciation: 'rAthFunction: nounInflected Form(s): plural wraiths /'rAths also 'rA[th]z/Etymology: origin unknownDate: 15131 a : the exact likeness of a living person seen usually just before death as an apparition b : GHOST, SPECTER2 : an insubstantial form or semblance : SHADOW3 : a barely visible gaseous or vaporous column- wraith·like /-"lIk/ adjectiveI'm living with MS currently, and lost about 25 pounds. In the process of gaining it back, but i went from 6'5, 190lbs to 6'5 166lbs. Got myself back up to 75 but it's taking forever. Someone told me I look like a wraith because I'm so skinny.... so. :DBack when I used to play CStrike I was in a clan called [uTKR]. I was [uTKR]KaMiKaZe , because I used to rush head on into the opposing force, and wind up dying fairly quickly, but not before taking two or three folks with me at least.But, seeing as there's already a Kamikaze here, that wouldn't work.

Main Entry: wraithPronunciation: 'rAthFunction: nounInflected Form(s): plural wraiths /'rAths also 'rA[th]z/Etymology: origin unknownDate: 15131 a : the exact likeness of a living person seen usually just before death as an apparition b : GHOST, SPECTER2 : an insubstantial form or semblance : SHADOW3 : a barely visible gaseous or vaporous column- wraith·like /-"lIk/ adjectiveI'm living with MS currently, and lost about 25 pounds. In the process of gaining it back, but i went from 6'5, 190lbs to 6'5 166lbs. Got myself back up to 75 but it's taking forever. Someone told me I look like a wraith because I'm so skinny.... so. :DBack when I used to play CStrike I was in a clan called [uTKR]. I was [uTKR]KaMiKaZe , because I used to rush head on into the opposing force, and wind up dying fairly quickly, but not before taking two or three folks with me at least.But, seeing as there's already a Kamikaze here, that wouldn't work.

Whoops.Yea.-UziStrengths: Power, rate of fire, suppressor capacity.Weaknesses: rangeI like the uzi, especially choosing the preselected class 'combat sniper.' I like having a nasty surprise for anyone that manages to make it within firing range of me. -BizonStrengths: Ammo capacity, powerWeaknesses: range, reload time(?)Haven't used it much... it seems like a miniature machine gun, that doesn't pack quite the same punch. Not a favorite.-SterlingStrengths: Power, accuracy, rate of fireWeaknesses: rangeAwesome gun for close-quarters combat. Combine with the M79 and you'd be great with it.-MP5Strengths: Power, range, suppressor capacityWeaknesses: ??My only points are from what I've seen of other people using it.... you can maul someone fairly easily with it. I might be tempted to pick it up one of these days.Sorry, I wrote the initial post at 7AM or so.

After an hour talking with Grr_Gunho and Grr_John_Wayne, who were somewhat awed by my skill with the M60 (87 kills/65 deaths in ta_crates with it, outnumbered 3-1).This is what I feel are the strengths and weaknesses for the weapons that I've used. I'll start with the favored weapons of mine, then work down to the weapons I'm less familiar with.-M60:Strengths: Not limited by range, very strong. large ammo capacityWeaknesses: slow rate of fire, can't fire while moving, inaccurate while standing.I like using this in places I either know I'll be crawling or prone, or in places where good cover fire is needed. It's excellent for strafing fire at mid/long range, and in close range is excellent (if you can shoot first). If you're in a level where you can be exposed for protracted periods of time, then this isn't a smart bet. If you can get prone or crouched and stay that way to use it, you're more or less unstoppable. Grenades and SMGs are unfortunately the weapons to counter it. Not so much sniper rifles because you can snipe to a degree with it as well.-PKM:Strengths: Quick fire rate, more mobile while firing.Weaknesses: limited ammo capability (combine the fire rate with the size of the clip and you'll see what I mean), not too strong.I like to think of the PKM as the offensive brother to the M60. The M60 tends to be more of a defensive weapon. With the PKM you can get more on the offensive to a degree. An offensive ambush is probably the best place to use this with. The same conditions with the M60 apply here.-Saiga 12kStrengths: wide shot, powerful, clip loaded.Weaknesses: range, ammo capacityAn excellent weapon for closed in spaces, it tends to fall terribly short of the mark in more open spaces. Great for offense, if you're not in wide open spaces. It's also not that good of a weapon for somewhat drawn out firefights. Great when used in combination with the m79. sniper rifles and assault rifles can cripple someone using the shotgun, though, if they're fast enough.-Benelli M1Strengths: power, wide shot, easy reload.Weaknesses: recoil, rate of fire.I can't see the strengths of this weapon really, while it's powerful, it's just too slow for my liking. Though I can see how it would be excellent if you can sneak up on someone laying prone, or back them into a corner. can be used as a standalone, with heavier armor.-M79Strengths: explosive, range.Weaknesses: breech-loaded, single-shotGreat for demolition, and flushing out foxholes. Not good to rush with. Best as a secondary weapon.-AK47Strengths: Power, accurate single-shot, knife secondaryWeaknesses: widly inaccurate on autofireSurprisingly good to snipe with, the AK47 falls quite a bit short of the mark, unless you're one of the types who prefers to 'Spray and Pray.' Not one of my favorites.-G3A3Strengths: Power, accuracy.Weaknesses: ammo capacity.A great rushing weapon, especially if you're good at tracking targets... only problem is if you're not to accurate, and the guy has a bigger clip than you do, you're screwed with a capital 'F'.-G36EStrengths: Scope, powerWeaknesses: RecoilA great mid-range weapon... for those folks who tend to be second-string fighters. Also good when you want to ambush someone, as the scope + rate of fire can put someone down with little resistance. Only thing is when having to switch off the scope for close range fighting, it kinda messes up your train of thought, as your scroll rate doubles.-M16/M203Strengths: strength, versatility, semi-automaticWeaknesses: switch timeA great rushing weapon, semi-auto keeps your shots much more accurate. having a grenade launcher as your secondary fire is a boon as well. though you'd better switch before you jump into the fray, as the time it takes for you to switch modes can make the difference between life and death.-AK74Strengths: versatility, switch timeWeaknesses: weaker gun mode.Not quite as good as the M16, but it will still get the job done. the no switch time makes things a bit easier when switching between mid/longe range fighting and up close and personal.-SSG3000Strengths: 'The headshot gun', accuracy.Weaknesses: bolt-action, ammo capacity.An -excellent- weapon if you have the perfect sniping spot. Otherwise, it can be more of a pain than it's worth.-M82Strengths: range, power, clip-fedWeaknesses: recoilAnother great weapon if you have a good spot, if you're prone, follow-up shots aren't difficult at all. The recoil thing sucks, otherwise.-----------------------------------I absolutely hate the Dragunov, and I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to the pistols. I left the FAMAS out because it's more or less capable of anything. Let me know what you folks think.

True story. This happened today when I was purchasing my new computer, a couple of weeks ago (before I shaved my head).I'm in Best Buy wearing my 'I'm registered with the US Government as a potential terrorist!' hooded sweatshirt. I haven't shaven in a few days, and I really do look like Osama's stunt double. When I get to the front of the checkout line, the attendant looks down at the sweatshirt, and in the most panicked tone I've ever heard, asks, "That isn't... for real, is it? *audible gulp*" while pointing at the sweatshirt. In my best Apu (of simpsons' fame) accent, I reply, "Yes, it is. Allah Akhbar!" I had to grab him by the shoulder and inform him that I was kidding, before he went to grab a manager and/or store security. While I did find that incredibly amusing, what I find even more amusing was the fact that three people in the line behind me switched to another one. The three behind them nearly fell on the floor laughing when they found out what the fuss was about. I know, I'm evil.

*chuckles*I just shaved my head after having a 5"-long afro.

If you want to get rid of spyware on your computer, you can download a program from download.cnet.com called Ad-Aware that removes spyware from your machine.Mind you, some programs may not work after a scan, if they possess spyware in them. But it's a great program.

Actually, that won't be necessary.I just used the CStrike commandmenu.txt and it works fine.Now if only there was an attachment for Sonique. :?

I prefer WinMX to KazAa, truth be told.

In the download, I only got commandmenu.txt for Cstrike, DoD, and TeamFortress...which one do I use for FireArms? Or will using any of those .txt files work for it?

Yea, I've noticed that the menu lag is more often than not everybody joining the game almost simultaneously after the map begins.For me, normally after a majority of the people playing have connected, I can use the menu no problem.Occasionally though, I want to strangle my machine for the menu lag. But that's just me.

I'm 4 months away from 21.Though due to circumstances beyond my control, I'm currently going through my mid-life crisis.

On second thought, is it just me or did the 'Saddam' who made that speech look nothing at all like Saddam?Anyone think he's dead and this is some elaborate hoax arranged by the government and/or his sons?

I give the war about three weeks until US troops make it to Baghdad. There, I think what will happen is either:A- Immediate surrender by the Republican Guard.orB- Assassination or murder of Saddam by the Republican Guard or the people.orC- A protracted battle through the streets of Baghdad with moderate US/coalition casualties, ultimately ending in the surrender or death of Saddam.Here's to hoping it's option A or B.And kudos to the soldiers. They have some kinda huge juevos to be out there right now.