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Basically, #AGS Quotefile doesn't let me add quotes. I keep getting this:

Please log in to the AGS forums to contribute a quote.
Click here once you've logged in.

Even after I log in. Like, I tried it right now, and it still tells me to log in (I am logged in, right, guys? Guys?)

P.S. if it's not due to a bug and I just can't add quote for some other reason (e.g. "All the quotes you've added so far SUCKED ASS, and you've added a SHIT TON of those"), it might be worth being more clear about that in the error message.

New coat. Old me. No face because fuck face.

I demand face. Very nice outfit!

Here's your face.

New coat. Old me. No face because fuck face.

This thread is getting stale. Let's revive it with a brand new hourgame!

Introducing... The AGS Quit Game Dialog Game!
Proudly powered by AGS 2.72, the only version of AGS I currently have!
(idea by m0ds, game by FSi, hosting by Peder, AGS 2.72 by CJ, music by there is no music)


http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/games.php?action=detail&id=1526

Another question, how do I host and find the image when I do that?

There are lots of image hosts around. I think our own Peder Johnson offers file hosting. Once you have the image uploaded somewhere, just change the url link in the code I posted above to point to the place where you uploaded the file.

Peder, in fact, offers everything hosting and is quite awesome. I think you should contact him otherwise, there are plenty of freebie image hosting services, like Imgur or Tinypic or (ugh) photobucket.

Any more votes?   

Oh right, VOTES

- Best Story
Ponch
- Best use of Syntax
Bogdan
- Funniest Entry
Pwnch

[me]

A little piece of shit disgusting story from me. Missed me?
Don't read the spoilers if you're easily disgusted.



You wake up.
You are lying on your bed in your bedroom. A window is to your left and it is broken, curtains flapping in the wind. Your bed is covered with shattered glass.
There is a javelin sticking out of your lower thigh.

* An alarm clock rings *

> look at javelin

This looks like a fine sharp javelin, with sharp steel tip and sturdy oak body. It must've come from the outside, shattering the window in the process.

* An alarm clock rings *

> look at thigh

Your thigh would look fine, if it were not for the javelin sticking out of it. A weak stream of blood comes slowly from the wound, so you figure that the big blood vessels are either unharmed or blocked by the javelin.
Oh yes, and it hurts like hell.

* An alarm clock rings *

> hit clock

With a sharp and swift blow you manage to murder your alarm clock unconscious. The ringing stops. You feel hungry.

> pull javelin

You consider briefly pulling the javelin out of your leg. It's probably a bad idea though as it may increase the bleeding significantly.

> get up

Slowly and carefully you get up from your bed, trying not to cut yourself with all the shattered glass.
Your javelin-pierced leg hurts. A lot.

> call ambulance

You look around the room, but you can't seem to find your phone. You then try screaming - to no avail.
Blood drips from the wound.
You can see the door to the kitchen.

> go kitchen

You enter your kitchen. It smells of months-old dust in here, and of yesterday's fried eggs, and of old oil, and of cheap coffee, and it would've smelt of tobacco if your landlord wasn't actively against you smoking in the kitchen. It is also full of dirty dishes and utensils, but you think there should be enough clean-enough ones to fix you a quick breakfast.
You see a fridge and a stove and a table and a dishwasher. You also see an old landline phone on the wall.
Oh, and your leg fucking hurts like a motherfucker. Because there's a javelin jammed in it.

> look phone

It probably was white once, but now it's old and dusty and the plastic is all yellow.

> call ambulance

You try to dial 911 on this old phone, but soon realize that it's not really connected to anything anymore.
You notice that the lower half of your pajamas is crimson now due to all the blood it is soaked in.

> look for cellphone

You search the kitchen in hopes of finding a cellphone, but it's simply not there.

> go bathroom

You go to the bathroom.

> look

It's a very small bathroom with toilet and shower cramped together as tightly as possible into as little space as possible by someone with total disregard of other people's possible claustrophobia.
There's a mirror on the wall.
And there's a javelin in your leg. In your hurting, bleeding leg.

Warning: major madness ahead! Don't read further if you're easily disgusted.

Spoiler

> look at mirror

When you pass by the mirror you notice that you see no reflection of yourself.
Oh right, you're a vampire. You almost forgot.

> pull javelin

You pull the javelin out. The bleeding ceases in a matter of minutes. It is nice to be a vampire. "Damn vigilantes," - you think as you throw the javelin into a trash bin.
Now you feel hungry.

> go kitchen

You go to the kitchen.

> open fridge

You open the fridge. It's almost empty, save for some milk and a virgin's heart in a tupperware container.

> take heart

You take virgin's heart from the fridge.

> take milk

You take a half-empty carton of milk from the fridge.

> eat heart

You open the container and take a good bite from the heart. Mmm virgin's heart...
You still remember it beating. You still remember shock and fear in the girl's eyes, and as you ripped it right out of her chest a small drop of blood came out of her mouth. You smile.
You remember that little Dorothy's body is still in your bathroom. It'll probably be fine for another couple of days, but by then you'd better dispose of her.
As you finish the heart, your penis hardens.

Okay, little Dorothy.
Let's play.

[close]

Hello.

Sorry for that!! Grundislav told me last night and I got a concerned text from a friend, and now this thread :O

I have changed my password, so hopefully these shenanigans will cease.

oh it was true? What the hell?!?!
I thought Chicky was just drunk, as per usual

When he speaks about erection and penis enlargement he's usually dead serious

He is just worried about you and your erection!

he has an account here, you know.

I only heard of it now, but apparently Seth Putnam has died three days ago (that is, on June 11), age 43.

It really saddens me that all the great people are going away from us, like Douglas Adams, and Michael Jackson, and other great people.

I am really grateful to Seth for all the great music he made and performed really helped me fight through the worst parts (so far) of my life, and for his attitude towards life in general which really inspires me to do great things. And stuff.

R.I.P.

Great, great! I'm glad there are so many entries.

Unless someone else wants to enter *quickly*, I say we start voting. Is everyone ready?

I vote for voting too! Yay Domithan!

My eyes have things they should've never seen. In fact, I'd rather have them plucked out of my eyesockets with rusty icepicks.
For example, do you know that the alien invasion, the one sci-fi movies such as "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" warn you about, that kind of an alien invasion - do you know it's already over? It is, and we, humans, are the losers.

We simply call it the Disease. THE disease. You catch it, you end up in one of our Bunkers, with other unlucky fellows. Oh, and did I mention that if you do catch it, chances are you're a little girl. Because thing is, they're the most susceptible. The most endangered.

Yeah, well, and what about myself? I'm just a janitor. I work in one of these bunkers, filled with little sick girls, each and every one of them about to turn into a horrible outworldly monstrosity with thirst... For human blood, you may say? No, this ain't some kiddie vampire tale. They want your GUTS. Once their metamorphosis is over, that is. They'll want to lay their EGGS inside you.

There are a lot of teddy bears and ponies and such in our bunker. Because however sick they are, they're still human beings. Probably. We often talk to them. Here's Laura. She's six. She's a cute little girl. We don't kill them while they're humans, you know. Imagine the public outrages had we to kill them on sight!
Laura's parents are on the other side of this bulletproof glass here. We don't want them to catch the Disease as well. Laura laughs and says that everything's fine. She puts on her little hat and runs away to play with her friends.

And here's the vats. It's filled with some chemistry, I don't know the specifics. But when the girls turn into monsters, we kill them and we dump them in the vats. And this purple liquid dissolves them pretty neat. They scream and bubble, and wriggle, and turn into more purple liquid. Which we pour into barrels and sell.

Because it's highly delicious.

-- written from my iHaventSleptForAWhile

I made a recording of it. its 1.3GB. If anyone is interested I could upload it. I just don't know if youtube supports these lengths.

Didn't they change the time limit to 60 minutes lately?

I'd say go for it!

I'd gay so for it!..
I degeso for it!..

...wait, what?

The resolution could be anything really, since I have no graphics I can't reason it down to a resolution, that means kicking off potential candidates.

I have no idea what I want, cause I have no idea what you people can provide.

You can take the sprite JimReed made of me, if he doesn't mind. The one with katana. I myself like it. I'll see if i can find it anywhere near me.

I'd be happy to help, although I have no idea what we are talking about right now? Will the ceremony be held via some chat-version of AGS? Sorry for being so ignorant... :

more like, via IRC-enabled AGS game

Use RON characters.

I'm up for August  /