Kytec Switchblade

lolol, looks like a good movie, i wonder if it will be. I guess you can make something cool out of anything.

welcome aboard :D new member of the late night / early morning crew? hah

sup folk lol

further proving it requires little to no intelligence to achieve high levels in WoW.

Arch wasn't acting "lulzy", atleast not nearly asmuch as most members of the group were. He demanded respect due to being a veteran for such a long period of time, but hadnt earned it in the eyes of the vast amounts of new members. There was a time when arch was one of the most valuable, but that time is long past. Alot of change and adaptation is required as we grow, we're no longer the small organization where if we lose one person everything falls apart, there is no one person that is so invaluable that without them the entire group falls to pieces spare Aryte. Arch remembers when if anything happened it happend by the same 5-6 people and everyone was cool with it since the group was just a gang of frineds. W're something more professional and powerfull than that now. Arch's biggest problem was his greatest strenth. He fought tooth and nail for his friends regardless if he was right or wrong and believed wholeheartedly that they were right. If any member of the PK squadron was called out, looked down on, or left out for any reason he would immediately throw all of his weight around and try to make everyone pay for the injustice, but by now he had no more weight to throw around and it just started a drama storm. At one point in the group noone dare disrespect someone else's friend because it would mean 1 person turning against the rest of the friends and that person would need to be booted from the cliq. When he's said that the group has changed he's right, but its changed from a group of friends playing sl to a well oiled and organized machine in which new frindships are made. People will always be assholes, and people will slip up, that's why we have curia, that's why we have standard procedure, when you take the law into your own hands and try to use your position to get your way while skipping that procedure ... Arch Graves: Membership Terminated

my dad was fine tho :p got a sten put in, he had just quit smoking then :p

The day the world shat on me, by Kytec Switchblade I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming, my dad was having a heartattack, we drove him to the hospital unsure of what was happening, but I had plans that day. I was going to 6 flags with my friends, and had been wanting to go for a month or more. I got home, got ready, and got into my car, the car which i had dumped $5000 into getting a new engine and body kit mods the week before. On my way my car exploded. Fire and smoke along with various liquids gushed out from under the hood, and since my cell phone was dead, i was many miles from an exit, and my tripple A card was used up i had to wait for 3 hours for someone to find me. Once my car was towed away and diagnosed totaled i finally called and hooked up with my friends, whom were already at 6 flags enjoying themselves with me having no way to catch up. So i went outside to play with my dog Tootsie, and noticed a strange lump. I notified my mother who took her to the vet. My dog had cancer. So the day from hell goes on, I went to my room, nothing was happening online and i was bored shitless, at that time i had an Iguana named squall, big mofo 5 ft long at that time, but i noticed that he had this huge scab like thing on his chin, that no lie fell off and he was missing half his jaw. I looked it up and apparently it was somewhat normal, but it freaked me out because i could see his tongue hanging out and all. I started getting paranoid because everything that could go wrong was going wrong. I had been sick for a while, was allergy season, nothing much, but the stress caused me to spike a fever and it went downhill from there. That night my grandfather who had had both legs amputated and multiple stents put in for his heart conditions and diabetus was admitted to the hospital, he died later that week. This was 2 or so years ago, since then my Iguana and Dog have died from what happened that day. Some people on sl may remember my 2-3 hours online and how messed up I was, but it was before ordo so I don't know who would.

what the fuck did lilium just say o.o, anyway, sera you do great work. Lately you've been alot better about asking everyone every 10 seconds how your doing or if theres anything you can do... untill this thread atleast >:O

Christoph was not the most influential, he was merely the loudest negative influence. People like Aryte have changed the face of secondlife behind the scenes, creating what we use as the basis for everythinbg we see and do. Christoph's legacy is hiding his homosexuality while dishing out promotions for lindens and sex, where Aryte has faced every single type of slander and remained professional. So what's today's moral? Vote Aryte or i will shoot you... no seriously... i know where you live... i see you right now, yes i just saw you look out the window... see that green car? yep... >:O

Personally I believe it would help, it seems most of the indeviduals that would throw a fit and leave over something this small are members that arent devoted enough as is. Usually the ones saying "its just a game lol" without considering; maby a game is better than what some members of the group have in RL, and by bashing that your ruining someone else's experiance with no gain to yourselves.

[20:03] Faron Karu: i forgot new jersey XD [20:03] Kytec Switchblade: if i stand on my roof i can see atlantic city :P [20:03] Faron Karu: are there hookers [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: lots :o [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: dirty ones [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: xD [20:04] Faron Karu: XD [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: 99% black women [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: fat [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: dirty [20:04] Kytec Switchblade: lol [20:04] Faron Karu: XD [20:04] Faron Karu: sounds like kanaki D:<

but now we have controlled environments and mass harvesting by big companies, maby we should celebrate every time the trucks and ships move food all around the world because im pretty sure somewhere on earth is still harvesting something 365 days of the year. But only if it counts as a paid vacation. That would be nice.

coke has 40% more calories, 30% more carbs, and 30% more sugar than Pepsi, yet it has none of the potassium that Pepsi has.

Pepsi. Coke has more sugar but it isn't as sweet, it has more carbs than pepsi, it has less carbination than pepsi even though some argue that they like coke due to it being more carbinated; protip its just the extra phosphoric acid burning your esophogas. For alcohol celtic crossing irish whiskey. Its sweet and you can hardly taste it when mixed with pepsi so you can chug it and shit'll fuck you up if you do. :D Also, smirnoff ice is delicious, i only really drink it in place of sprite.

i voted and ended up on NBC cause nobody around here was at the polls

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The former boss of the company Peter Mercado was this huge strong man, riddled with bullet wounds from vietnam. He was a 4th degree blackbelt, and had a wall of trophys from more types of martial arts than i can name. If anyone has seen the venture brothers, picture brock sampson with short grey hair and a big nose and thats him perfectly. This man had stories about vietnam that came up in casual conversation that blew everything else ive ever heard away. He'd been in 3 helicopter crashes and shot 7 or 8 times. So one day while he's out on his boat some thing terrible happens. The side of his boat and the house boat he lived on crashed into oneanother , trapping his leg between. A wave crashes into the side of the boat, lopping his foot off, leaving it barely dangling on. We call the ambulance, they come, and this man is a beast, he doesnt show a single sign of pain, he denies any morphene or sedatives of any sort and just bears it. We get to the hospital and the doctor tells him sir, your probably going to lose your leg. So Peter just grabs his shirt, pulls him down and says "No i wont. Fix it" in a deep rhaspy and overpowering voice. The doctor wide eyed and shaking walks away. We go home and hear about all this special treatment happening, all kinds of advanced procedures, within 2 months, against all advice, peter was walking on it just fine.

Craig was your usual sports fanatic, jock in highschool, alcaholic middle aged new father still trying to hold on to his party days. One day i go to the mays landing office, knock on the door - no answer. I check my phone, craig should be in. I get the key, go in, start updating norton or whatever, and i roll my chair back only to hear a groan of pain. I nearly jump out of my chair and turn around to see Craig sprawled out behind the desk. My first reaction is shit he got fucked up and hes laying back here dieing or something, but i notice he's only wearing a tshirt and boxers, and has his pillow. So craig wakes up, pleading not to tell anyone he'd been sleeping in the office. He was running away from his wife and child because he couldnt handle being a father or whatever, still drunk off his ass even after sleepoing it off. I managed to talk him into going home and being a father for his child using all of that think about how your dad was growing up blah blah blah do you want to be like him. Craig goes home, makes up, goes back to being a dad, but the next friday same thing, come in and hes there sleeping. So i ask what happened and he says "my wife kicked me out of the house for being too annoying, she said she liked the peace and quiet and said i could come back when i made enough money to buy her booze and some new shit" Apparently, she was just as bad as him, and upon talking to her i realized they were a perfect couple. I fear for that child lol

It was a calm day at the margate office; my personal favorite office due to its location a block from the beach. As we sat i was informed that we would be having a local radio station come and do a little pormotional show. So the guy arrives, we start cooking hotdogs and burgers, giving them out to people in hopes of them remembering us and coming back for a loan later, when the host of the radio show hooks up his speakers and starts playing the station out over the street. It wasn't too loud, but you could hear it a few blocks away as it was outside and good quality of sound. Within minutes we get extremely angry neighbors going off on us for making such a rackett at 3 pm on a saturday during the summer. So we decide "fuck that guy" and keep playing. Not 10 minutes later we get the police pulling up and blocking traffic, standing in the road with their hands on their guns saying "WERE GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STOP" super serious beach police are super serious. So our gracious host decides Hey this would be a good oportunity for publicity, lets turn it up and get arrested to fight for our right to party. As the bald lanky biker dude working for the radio station gets mouthy with the very large very angry bald policemen in terminator shades looking like a pair of mr.clean rejects, Terry, the company's top producer, large, strong and angry comes out and seriously puts EVERYONE in their place. The radio guy damn near hides behind a table, the police back down and start apopogising and slink back to their cars and speed off. The angry neighbor standing by the sidelines RUNS home and closes the door, peeking thru the shades at us and fearing for his life. All because Terry managed to break out that booming angry monther voice before going back to work.

Crackhead joe was a client of ours at one point. I cant rightly immagine he'd gotten a mortgage for anything larger than a trailer, but i doubt we do trailer loans, so he may have just been a drinking buddy of someone's. So this one day crackhead joe comes waltzing in, smiling ear to ear, wearing the exact same thing he always wore; torn entirely too tight jeans, a paint spattered t-shirt, beat up sneakers with the toes showing on one foot, and a backwards sun bleached baseball cap. He comes up to Alex, the owner of the company's son at the time, and says "maaaan i finally did it, i made it, man im richer than you now, haha!." So Alex sits back with a smiles, folds his hands and says "what happened to you this time man." Crackhead joe continues on "Im rich! i got all the money in the world! oh man its so great! i got a brand new car an everthing!" Crackhead joe procedes to lead us outside. Alex, sherrisse, Jim, and myself follow to see crackhead joe standing next to an old somewhat beatup honda accord.... with the hood popped... So we sit there and look, nodding and thinking to ourselves ... it's a honda accord... why did he pop the hood... is he really acting like this is a hotrod? So we stand there as he goes on about how fast his car is and how he was going to get a corvette but got this instead cause' it had more room inside. At this point were wondering what the hell actually happened, when the single most funy thing that we'd ever seen happened. As if the "hotrod" wasn't funny enough coming from this scraggly beat up crack addict with his slurred yet excited ranting, he begins to talk about the love of his life. Apparently he had been to the mountains of argentina, where in his expedition, which we still to this day cant figure how or why crack head joe was in argentina, he happened to find the love of his life. So he goes on about his girlfriend and how beautifull she s, and hoe he found her on the side of a mountain in a hut, and how amazing she is, and then breaks out a photo. Mind you crack head joe is whiter than bleach, yet his girlfriend's picture shows him hugging onto a very reluctant human being who is darker than the inside of a black safe burried 2 miles underground away from any possible sunlight. This woman, as sherrise had put it, was blueblack, and from the picture seemed to be desperate to escape the clutches of crackhead joe. So we're trying not to bust out laughing abou thow he talks about how beautifull she is, and how wonderfull she is, when we find out the real story behind his supposed riches. As it turns out crackhead joe was working for a painting company in a nearby town. While driving to the next job a shiny new mercedes ran a stop sign and slammed into his work truck. Joe wasn't alone, there were 5 illeagle mexicans riding with him, but at the time of the accident, realizing none of the others had green cards all of the mexicans bailed out and ran for the woods, leaving crackhead joe unconcious at the weel, earning crackhead joe the full amount of the settlement for the accident. The total for this mishap earned joe $10,000. Although we didn't dare remind crackhead joe that Alex, who drove a new hummer at the time, earned over $10,000 a month, we did procede to burst out laughing at the entire event, and the hilarity of the shinanigains of crackhead joe.

Ok, so. Luckily my work has plenty of hilarious stories so i'll begin! So im sitting in my chair fixing a computer when a middle eastern / indian man starts getting loud with a loan officer. He's leaned back in his chair with a fake air of superiority as he struggles to keep from butchering the english language. His wife sitting beside him with unkempt hair draped over either side of her face as he looks down at her folded hands. The man starts getting louder, swearing, knocks over a container of paperclips and storms out, dragging his wife by the wrist. A few moments later we see the man standing infront of the office directing his anger towards his wife, constantly grabbing her arm and pulling at her as he curses in another language. The entire time an employee by the name of mark; a young hyper man who spends his free time boxing semi-professionally, glares on thru the plate glass window with fire in his eyes. Finally the man steps too far and starts slapping his wife, tosses a cigarette butt at her and pulls her wrist hard. Mark stands up and walks out front, cursing the guy out red in the face, and instead of stop and apologise the man gets up in Mark's face. The people in the office get mark to calm down the man comes back in and resumes negotiation, and after the deal is signed and the man begins to leave Mark tells the man "You do what you want at home, i cant stop you, but you NEVER hit a woman infront of My office." The Indian man stands up shouting "You fucking guy, you fucking guy, i do what i want with MY wife fucking guy" and starts getting up close to Mark, both pissed as hell. Mark stands up and at the exact same time both men face to face turn and pick up chairs. They face eachother and like some sort of modern day blue collar arena of desks and office supplies the two guys go at it. The cushoned rolly chair comes in hard but the metal legged lightweight chair easily parries, sparks coming of the metal parts whenthey hit. Mark does a spin and nearly knocks the other guy's chair free but the indian guy, being fat and nasty leans in and gets a hit on mark's arm. Mark being small and scrappy comes in with a couple fast hits and knocks the indian guy down, the whole while im still installing a new program, casually sigh'ing. Eventually the police come and break it up, but the epic chair battle will forever be remembered.

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Translation: Dear Aryte; You are a stupid doo doo head, your bullets hurtded my ego. I haet you a'cause your doodz keel mien even when we cheat. *shakes fist*

rofl failure. My fairlight gun had liek a 2 minute reload due to lag. I only used them because no other gun would work at the time. I dropped hundreds of vangard, beautiful.