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I will do you one better (apologies for mic quality):

http://perpendicular-universe.com/vwg%20-%20layer%20layer%20monkey%20fagget.mp3

(NSFW...obviously.)

I laughed SO HARD.

Oliwerko gets my vote.

I was under the impression that it ended today, not tomorrow...

I did 3D modeling for a bit but I have never heard of zVerily and google isn't helping. Care to explain?

Oh ballscocksmotherfucker I forgot. Ah well, wouldn't have had any ideas anyway.

Is this one room?
If not, the first screenshot needs to be in-game.

What I mean is, there's 32-bit and 64-bit, and that's it. Perhaps you meant the colour depth you had? (Don't see why you'd mention that)

The tables are broken, please add a linebreak or three to the message

16-bit (maybe 24 bit) windows XP

No such thing.

It's Stu's mistake. This seems to be the correct link.
Edit: There's no 'under 18' option for age. 

This popup is becoming really annoying.  

Since the offenders won't remove references to that site, does anyone know how to block it in IE?  

Here's how

[PLEASE IMPLEMENT 'X' AS A SYNONYM OF 'LOOK'!!!!]

Making a text based game?
PLEASE IMPLEMENT 'X' AS A SYNONYM OF 'LOOK'!!!!
Thank you. There have been too many games that don't do that. This is looking great!

Personally, I think it's OK to submit messages from a phone provided you make the extra effort necessary to ensure they are understandable.

Indeed. If you want to post from a mobile often, look into getting a phone with a QWERTY keyboard. I post from my Nokia E63 all the time, and they're indistinguishable from my PC posts.

Quick question, do you actually have internet access on your PC? Assuming yes: Please, PLEASE stop posting from your phone. itjutsmksurpstscompltlyunredabel.

[Pain]

(the following is rather disturbing)

Pain
I'm in a sunny meadow. It's a bright, sunny day. I'm free, free from all earthly worries. There's a light breeze, rippling through the grass. I'm with my wife and daughter. We lie down on the grass, and look up at the perfect sky. We're happy. No worries. No problems. No pain. No pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

Pain.
I wake up in my cell, for the one hundred and nineteenth time. I'm weak, and beaten. There are two corpses nearby; I envy them. Every day, many times every day, I try to join them, but I'm always too weak.

The door of the cell opens. My masked captor enters. He unchains me, and slams a hand into my head, sending me sprawling to the floor, unable to breathe. He grabs my hand hard, cutting off circulation to it, and drags me from the cell.

For the sixteenth time, I'm in the torture chamber, tied to the table with crude cords that cut into my flesh.
Someone says something in a language I don't understand, and then I hear two people laughing uproariously.

From somewhere distant, I hear a woman screaming. It's suddenly muffled, but continues, even more panicked than before, accompanied by thuds. Then it stops.

There's silence for a long time. Then I feel a knife being plunged into my leg. Pure white agony flows through my veins. I can't think, can't hope, can't do anything, can't focus on anything but the pain. Then the knife is pulled out, but the wound continues to drench me in pain.

I remember a quote somebody somewhere once said about the body swelling until it takes up the whole universe. Maybe it was just some book actually, I don't know. It's true, really. My mind is unable to think of anything more important than my agony. Of course nothing actually matters anyway because we're just specks in the universe and whatever feelings some biological body is processing somewhere are completely irrelevant and in fact nothing is relevant because nothing matters and everything is just random cause and effect things and it's all just logic and random and sciencey and weird and what the fuck, I just want to fucking die, please, please please, "PLEASE KILL ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-"

I'm interrupted by a boot in the stomach, winding me. My bonds are removed with scissors. Needless to say, they slip and slash me in the hand, squirting blood. I am pulled upright. I know that I want this person to die, but I want to be dead even more. I have no energy.

I am led back to my cell.

Balls, I'm too busy making a text adventure in Inform 6. With lots of inventory items.

Either way TCS, if you hover your mouse over someones member name you get to see the original nick. (nikolasideris here )

Yep, this problem can't be fixed unless AGS gets an option to load config files from a different directory.

...why? Wouldn't the purpose of a new program be to write the same config file, just with a friendlier interface?

YEEES!! Download'd, playing'g, enjoying'g!

That's 20:27!
Edit: Nevermind, I'm an idiot... GMT, not BST...