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Hitler on the TF2 Halos
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A friend's roomate's nasty room.
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Thoughts?


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Dear Internet.
Help.

You're all going to laugh your asses off. Be glad I couldn't afford to go to the meet.




























































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I have fleas.



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Concerthall, in a nutshell.
http://tinyurl.com/cmebzf
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What
҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ̒̓̔̕̚ ̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̕̚̕̚ ̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̚ ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔ ̕̚̕̚ ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ̒̓̔̕̚ ̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̕̚̕̚ ̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̚ ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔ ̕̚̕̚ ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉th̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ̒̓̔̕̚ ̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̕̚̕̚ ̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̚ ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔ ̕̚̕̚ ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ̒̓̔̕̚ ̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̕̚̕̚ ̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̚ ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔ ̕̚̕̚ ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ͡҉҉t


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Sep 4, 2008 - 09:47 AM
Don't mess with the Zohan...
...Is like watching Infernal's internal monologue after he just finished watching the Hebrew Hammer.


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My neighbor's new firmware!
The following is my neighbor's new firmware, modified so that their router would accept the content.

Spoiler:
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own any of the boys. I just like to play with them once in a while. Square’s the genius behind all of them, so don’t sue the broke college student, ne?
Author’s Notes: This started out as an excuse for me to write myself some yummy images of a pairing that’s practically non-existent. It’s evolved into becoming more than a shameless PWP – yes, it actually does have some plot! Stay tuned for all the drama. ::grin::

Sea of Illusion
Prologue | Chapter I

Prologue

A dream. All but a dream. Vincent lay wide awake, dark eyes watching the shadowed ceiling. The constant hum of engines was even louder now that the Highwind was drowned in the silence brought by the night. The mattress creaked softly beneath him as he forced himself to sit up. The thin sheets crumbled around his waist, loose, haphazard strands of silky ebony cascading over bare, pale shoulders. Vincent released a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to ward off a sinus. His conscience was cruel – lately even more so than before. The look in those eyes, the glistening shine of green obviously enhanced by mako infusion, haunted the dark hours of the night with dreams he was far too embarrassed to even recall during daylight hours. He ran mildly trembling fingers through long tresses, revealing his unusual blood red visage to the rest of the slumbering room. He saw that Cloud was still soundly asleep on the only other bed across the room. Red XIII raised his head to look at him from his spot upon the floor. Vincent shook his head, not trusting his voice to explain himself, and lay back down upon the now cooled mattress.

A strange sort of familiarity always lingered after those dreams and yet he could not place it. Those eyes always remained, however. The intense look they held, the cold exterior hiding whatever was happening within. Vincent threw his right arm over his eyes, forcing his mind to clear, beckoning restful sleep. After the last few days of nothing but running – figuratively speaking – all over the world, even he was starting to tire, even if he would never admit it. Exhaling quietly, he turned onto his left side, facing the wall framed by the claws producing from his stretched arm across the mattress. The metal caught the faint light of approaching dawn. Fingers flexed once, twice, and upon deciding that he was far too tired to think about anything else, forced crimson eyes shut.

Chapter I

The morning found him with not a handful of hours of sleep. Hiding behind the high collar of his cloak and jagged bangs was nothing new, so as the airship engines droned on and Cid and Cloud argued with one another – or rather, Cid cursed and Cloud glared – Vincent took to his habitual corner, leaning against the wall with his head bowed, eyes closed, wishing his body would stop reacting to the images his mind was still taunting him with.

“—ncent. Vincent!”

Crimson eyes snapped open. Thankfully he caught himself in time lest he look startled by being called so loudly. He noticed that six pairs of eyes were staring at him expectantly. Had he missed something? “What is it?” Vincent asked; his voice calm and quiet as usual, raising no suspicion – or he silently hoped.

“We’re here,” Tifa informed him as she worked at leading Cloud out of the bridge. Cid was back to muttering cusses around the cigarette butt that hung between his lips. Yuffie effectively distracted him by ogling the shimmering orbs of materia encased into the long rod of his weapon.

Vincent did not stay behind to see the chase that would no doubt lead the rest of the party from the airship; he wandered down the hall of the bridge, toward the loading platform. Northern winds whisked their way into the ‘ship, creating a wind tunnel that caused him to pause momentarily, shielding his eyes from the bright glow, enhanced by the whiteness of snow. Head bowed against the glare as well as the winds, he stepped out into the chill morning. The cold was enough to rouse him from the drowsy thoughts of the previous night. He stepped forward, joining the gathering group upon the wet, slippery snow. Jagged ebony strands danced in his eyes as he turned to face the wind, turning to look at the mountain crater that lifted into the darker sky in the distance. The colorful glow hanging high above them in the Northern sky cast a cloud of gloom much contrary to the almost cheerful pastel hues reflected off fluffy clouds. Vincent frowned thoughtfully.

Yuffie came bursting out of the airship, laughing so joyfully that one would suspect she had successfully acquired new materia. No one volunteered to keep Cid from attempting to flail her – perhaps because she could easily outrun the chain-smoking pilot, or the need for entertainment that morning had rose to a level that the girl would serve as a perfect victim. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of pale lips, effectively hidden behind the high collar of his cloak.
“Let’s get going,” he heard Cloud say, mirth in his voice as he too did nothing to hide his amusement.


The little snow village was lively by the time they stepped into the main street. Children ran to and from, tossing snowballs at one another from behind fortress walls they were bound to protect. Snow crunching underfoot, the party wandered into the Inn to indulge in the warmth found between its walls.

Vincent remained behind, shadowed eyes glimpsing toward the snowy mountain once more. Ever since they had emerged from the City of the Ancients, a strange foreboding had crept to him and there remained. Word that Sephiroth would be found within the crater had not eased that feeling; now that their suspicions had been confirmed, the knowledge did nothing to ease his apprehension, if anything, it only furthered the long restless nights. He shook his head, silky strands swaying in front of his eyes, taken in a dance by the constant cold breeze that blew from the northwest. Huddling deeper within the warm comfort of his high collar, he turned from the shimmering white sight and slipped into the Inn, passing silently by the unquestioning party to take a seat in a corner.


A sharp gasp brought him back to himself. It also brought the attention of Cid and Red XIII to him. The rest of the room was deserted. Where had everyone gone? There would be no way to question it without bringing a bout an interrogation.

“They’ve gone to get supplies before we leave,” It was Red XIII that answered his thoughts. Vincent regarded him quietly, thanking him with a slight nod.

“What the hell happened?” Cid burst out with blunt curiosity, which made him blink.

Vincent did not look at him at first, taking to priorities. He pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed he had been laying on. His cloak fell open beneath him, the first few buttons of his black shirt, undone. How long had he been asleep? He brushed a gloved hand through his hair, coming away with the red bandana that had come loose from silken tresses. He looked at the red fabric blankly. “What?” He finally spoke quietly.

“What do you mean ‘what’?! You passed out three hours ago and we haven’t been able to wake you up!” Cid nearly flailed, dropping hot ashes on the dark wooden floor.

“…you’re burning the carpet.” Vincent uttered quietly, peering at the ashes that had caught the fringes of a carpet laid in the center of the room.

A string of curses were quickly muttered as he stomped at the small flame that had caught on the edge of the carpet. When the flame was out, he straightened himself up, huffing a few times before returning his attention to Vincent, who by that time was readjusting the bandana haphazardly as usual around his head. He knew Red XIII had more insight than he was portraying; he’d have to thank him later for remaining conveniently silent.

Vincent rose, turning as he buttoned up his shirt one-handedly. By that time Cid had crossed the small room, grasping his left elbow. Blood red eyes shifted to cast him a sidelong glance while he finished fastening the last button. He merely blinked as a whisk of smoke was blown in his general direction, which due to their closeness ended up gracing his pale face.

“What?”

“Will you stop being so fucking secretive?!”

“Let go.”

Cid was gradually gathering a faint crimson tint to his face, no doubt from the effort going into containing his usually more animated performance.

“Cid…” it was Red XIII.

“No! I want to know what the fuck is going on! It’s enough that I’ve been dragged into all of this and we’re now chasing ghosts, I don’t need any more of this mystery crap going on right under my nos—“

The click of a hammer froze any further words upon his lips as the very cold barrel of one of Vincent’s Lariat hovered right beneath his nose, thus completing the metaphor. From the look in those blue eyes, he had apparently not given the wide variety of guns a single thought. Vincent watched, blankly as always and nodded to his own arm with the silent request that Cid release him. When those gloved fingers finally let go, the gun was tucked back into the holster at his leg and the taller man turned away, snatching his long cloak from the bed to toss over his shoulders.

Cid scowled between a feverish muttered strings of curses. Though he paused momentarily as he saw the gun being removed from its holster, propped open and loaded with small silver bullets kept upon Vincent’s belt. “It wasn’t loaded…?”

“No.”

“Son of a bitch!”

Perhaps it was the look Vincent gave him, or perhaps the devilish smirk that dared tug at the corner of his lips, but Cid faltered as if unsure of which colorful words to use next. Since none were spoken right away, the ex-Turk turned to walk from the stuffy room. He heard Red XIII chuckle throatily behind him before the door was closed. Feeling mildly accomplished, he stepped out into the early afternoon. The snow had began to fall once more. He had left with the intention to visit the shops and purchase supplies but all productive intentions left him as quickly as it had dawned upon him. Huddling behind the warm collar of his cloak, he wandered the small streets of Icicle Inn, his mind elsewhere but not too far away.

He felt the warmth of a gust of breath upon his neck, the light brush of soft lips, the taste of that kiss, the feel of hands sliding over pale skin. His senses taunted him, his body betrayed him. Behind the strong memory of the dream, always the same but always different, was again that strange familiarity. He could not place it, but did indeed recognize it. And perhaps worst of it all, craved it something fierce beyond the slumbering hours of the night. It was a craving he had not felt in years… long years, in fact. And even then it had never been like this; never this intense; never this…sinful. Vincent was far from religious – the gods were something he’d long given up hope on – but there was something about this desire that not retain a sense of innocence. It was pure lust and directed toward a body he could never consciously recall. Perhaps that was what bothered him the most, not having a conscious object at which to direct this sudden cravings. All he could remember were those eyes; eyes of the most glistening mako-green. Eyes like that were not hard to find, however. Not when Shinra was intoxicating most of the population with its mako production.

Vincent shook his head, coming to a halt as a snowball grazed his face, whisking silky ebony tresses aside in its flight. He blinked, feeling the cool, damp strands settle back down. A little head peeked out from behind a mound of snow. Big blue eyes looked at him before the boy ran out, apologizing through faint giggles he could not keep at bay. Halfway to him, the boy stumbled, falling face first into the fresh snow with an undignified “ugh!” Vincent moved forward, lowering one knee to the snow as he reached out to help the child back onto his feet. When the cheerful face gazed up at him, he gasped. Silvery strands fell across his forehead, over cheerful eyes. He knew it wasn’t possible…he knew it was his own mind tricking his senses and yet this child reminded him so clearly of…

“Mister..?”

He blinked and in doing so, saw that the sunlight caught the child’s hair differently, revealing a rich tone of ivory. He shook his head in silent apology. “Are you alright?”

“Mm!” A nod. “I’m sorry for almost getting you with the snowball…” the apology hardly sounded true with the innocent mirth that echoed in that young voice.

“It’s alright. Just be more careful.” A gloved hand touched the kid’s head lightly as he rose once more.

“Whoa...!” he heard the child utter and glanced down, following the awed gaze to the golden claws that had become of his left arm. To him it was just a reminder of what had happened nearly three decades ago; a painful reminder of his failure but also one that kept him on his trip. He supposed it could be something of an attraction to young eyes that had never seen such monstrosity. To his luck, the kid was quickly called back by a group of playmates that had appeared out of several other mounds of snow, thus leaving him to quiet contemplation.

Contemplation, however, did not come as easily as unreasonable thoughts that swept into his mind. It went beyond the dreams that had begun to stream into daytime hours due to his battle against such torturous subconscious. His mind went to long past years within the stark white halls of Shinra headquarters; the halls the public never had access to; the halls you would learn to fear after a couple of visits. He did not so much fear them as he despised them and all they stood for in his mind. It had been years but he remembered everything as if it had taken place just a fortnight past. Hojo’s manic laughter…her quiet pleas, mumbled in restless sleep. How he had tried to stop it – and how it had cost him. The cost went beyond whatever biological alterations that had ticked the insane bastard’s fancy. It extended to knowing he had lost something precious for three long decades, only to find the truth horribly twisted. It extended to a desperate, silent question for forgiveness when there was no one to give it to him.







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FOR HISTORY
<@a_lurker> wait, someone else died?
<+Jinn> lol
<+Jinn> Skills
<+Bigblah> except no one will post in skills' thread
<+Jinn> Just now
<@a_lurker> oh rip
<+LZ> miss you oldier...
<+Ben[sleep]> everyone will just post a link to the ebaums gijoe video
<+LZ> soldier
<+LZ> lol
<+Gech> quick check his Myspace page for the obit
<@a_lurker> brb editing his wiki entry
<+Ben[sleep]> do it lurker
<+Jinn> Haha.
<+Jinn> Awesome.
<@a_lurker> also getting in my last defacements before i make the death announcement
<@a_lurker> since you can't deface after
<+Gech> Done in by bad gas :-(
<+Dullenplain> Gech, what do you think the economic value of Skill's farts are?
<+Gech> hmm
<+LZ> "Beloved son and internet nerd. Died a virgin"
<+Gech> On Ebay?
<+Dullenplain> If we can tap his ass (ugh . . .), perhaps we can solve the energy problem!


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Jan 4, 2008 - 11:11 PM
ITE RANDOM IRC PM
[22:53:24] <wantonhearts> i have a problem...
[22:53:31] <wantonhearts> and i don't know to do.
[22:53:37] <Benjamin> uh
[22:53:41] <Benjamin> hi?
[22:53:47] <wantonhearts> hey.
[22:53:55] <wantonhearts> my wife has just run away.
[22:54:18] <Benjamin> ok...
[22:54:19] <wantonhearts> i don't know what to do. we had an arguement... and she left.
[22:54:34] <wantonhearts> she says i'm no good for her anymore.
[22:55:06] <wantonhearts> ever since the cat died, she has been acting weird
[22:55:15] <wantonhearts> i don't know who to turn to.
[22:55:29] <Benjamin> okay...
[22:55:35] <Benjamin> why message random person on the internet
[22:56:08] <wantonhearts> because i'm too ashamed to ask my friends about this.
[22:56:32] <Benjamin> well i'm a flagrant homosexual, really can't help you.
[22:56:43] <wantonhearts> really?
[22:56:51] <wantonhearts> delicious.
[22:56:59] <Benjamin> ...
[22:57:17] <wantonhearts> you must know a lot about female psychology then...?
[22:57:27] <Benjamin> absolutely nothing actually
[22:57:39] <wantonhearts> i used to be a gay.
[22:58:13] <wantonhearts> it's old hat now.
[22:58:22] <Benjamin> erm
[22:58:42] <wantonhearts> anyway, what can i do to get her back?
[22:58:50] <wantonhearts> it's driving me insane.
[22:58:51] <Benjamin> i dunno
[22:58:53] <Benjamin> become an hero
[22:59:03] <wantonhearts> i could become a hero.
[22:59:11] <wantonhearts> what sort of hero?
[22:59:24] <Benjamin> an hero.
[22:59:45] <wantonhearts> don't you mean 'a hero'?
[22:59:47] <Benjamin> threaten to kill self?
[22:59:49] <Benjamin> lol
[23:00:05] <wantonhearts> that could work... but it's not particularly heroic.
[23:00:12] <Benjamin> it can be




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Dec 14, 2007 - 10:45 AM
Of telling.
This is just to self-felate and show a_bast.
Spoiler:

[20:42:06] <@Colonel_Skills> ben shows up
[20:42:08] <@Colonel_Skills> no pants on
[20:42:11] <@Colonel_Skills> "hey guys what's going on"
[20:42:34] <+Eleo> in before
[20:42:42] <+Eleo> "no jungle cock"
[20:42:57] <+Benjamin> ^
[20:42:59] <+Tails> in before
[20:43:04] <+Tails> "no niggers allowed"
[20:43:12] <+Benjamin> ^
[20:43:25] <+Benjamin> Actually eleo's the only nigger in here.
[20:43:31] <+Eleo> why
[20:43:38] <+Benjamin> Seeing as "nigger" is in reference to ignorance and stupidity.
[20:43:48] <+Plarom> Burn'd
[20:43:55] <+Eleo> what
[20:44:36] <+Benjamin> Told.
[20:45:28] <+Tails> Double told
[20:45:38] <+Benjamin> I just made a fact.
[20:45:40] <+Benjamin> What now internet.
[20:46:09] <+Eleo> i don't get it
[20:46:27] <+Benjamin> Of course you don't!
[20:46:32] <+Benjamin> Look at him! It's adorable!
[20:46:35] <@Colonel_Skills> Quadra told
[20:46:35] <+Benjamin> He thinks he's people!
[20:46:45] * Colonel_Skills sets mode: +o Benjamin
[20:46:49] <@Colonel_Skills> for laffo
[20:46:49] <@Benjamin> lmao
[20:46:59] <+Terminus> Niggernet.
[20:47:02] <@Benjamin> I'll strike when least expected.
[20:47:05] <@Benjamin> 2:35 am.
[20:47:35] <@Colonel_Skills> fuck this nfo is huge
[20:47:42] <@Benjamin> virus
[20:47:58] <+^-^> ;_;
[20:48:18] <+Tails> 20:48] <+Benjamin> Of course you don't!
[20:48:21] <+Tails> Triple Told
[20:48:28] <+Eleo> i still don't even get it
[20:48:28] <+Tails> [20:48] <+Benjamin> Look at him! It's adorable!
[20:48:29] <+Tails> Overtold
[20:48:36] <+Tails> [20:48] <+Benjamin> He thinks he's people!
[20:48:37] <+Eleo> what is the joke in there
[20:48:39] <+Tails> Toldtacular
[20:48:42] <+Tails> Telling Spree

MMMMMMMMONSTER TOLD


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IRC Stats Reset!
After 30 or so days, the stats parser typically gets pretty slow, so every 30 days it has to be reset. Here's your new index page:

PLZ TO BE GOING ON IRC THX

Spoiler:




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Nov 27, 2007 - 02:01 PM
They're Back!
Oh come on. You guys are going to let Zeal win stats?
http://benjamin.psiblade.net

Click for new index preview
Spoiler:




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Nov 27, 2007 - 10:50 AM
Epic
<+a_worker> Crash's long term plan:
<+a_worker> 1) beer
<+a_worker> 2) bitches
<+a_worker> 3) be giants, they
<@Crash> 1: Get new lungs. 2: Move to Pittsburgh. 3: Enroll in culinary academy. 4: Get a job placement in Arizona, New Mexico or Hawaii
<+a_worker> I like how 'get new lungs' is on your to-do list.
<+a_worker> 1: groceries 2: walk the dog 3: major surgery

Why is this so fucking hilarious.


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Nov 15, 2007 - 08:43 AM
RE: Chatwhores
Attention IRC DRAMA SQUAD.
Stats are back up. Get your lilly asses in irc.

(OFFICIAL URL)


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Oct 24, 2007 - 06:24 PM
Well, I suppose it's better than what I've had lately...
After going from a fiber line at my parents, to 1.5MBIT restricted (stolen!) wireless from a neighbor, the move has presented me with a half decent line, and my e-penis still yearns for better.
My actual penis, however, is very happy.
I found love~
in before faggot, sodomite, lehah, etc.





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Answers!
1. My most irrational fear is falling up. - True! It sucks living downtown somewhere, if only for that reason
2. I was actually funny at one point in time. - True! :noonecares:
3. I'm loud in person - False! I'm actually a quiet person, typically, until one brings up a topic that I'll likely debate.
4. I have to go to AA for alcohol abuse. - False! I don't drink much, maybe twice per month.
5. I was raised in a family of jews, catholics, and southern baptists. - True!
6. I have an bachelors degree in psychology. - False! I haven't gone back to school yet.
7. I'm actually quite heterosexual - False! Do I need to state the obvious.
8. I am a sasquach. - True! Assuming fat and hairy counts.
9. I died once, due a knife wound. - False! Losing consciousness doesn't count!
10. A dog ate one of my fingers when I was a child. - True! The family pet, when he was only a year old. That's what I get for being an asshole. It's reattached, but I still have a hard time giving people "the finger"!


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Oct 19, 2007 - 01:01 PM
FIVE VERSUS FIVE... ETERNAL BATTLE
Five true, five false, etc.

1. My most irrational fear is falling up.
2. I was actually funny at one point in time.
3. I'm loud in person
4. I have to go to AA for alcohol abuse.
5. I was raised in a family of jews, catholics, and southern baptists.
6. I have an bachelors degree in psychology.
7. I'm actually quite heterosexual
8. I am a sasquach.
9. I died once, due a knife wound.
10. A dog ate one of my fingers when I was a child.

assholes


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Oct 18, 2007 - 02:32 AM
Some people shouldn't have access to cameras/Am I a terrorist yet?

That is all.


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Oct 11, 2007 - 07:59 AM
Of :O
In which



is the best banner gff has ever had. Why forge errorneous statements.

Blah or whoever put it up deserves sex with anyone they desire.

So says the faggot. The faggot's words are adamant.


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Oct 8, 2007 - 08:53 AM
Gamingforce is now livejournal.
I leave for two weeks and come back and suddenly every journal is youtube links and shitty movie reviews.

Have livejournal and megalith had internet spawn?


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Sep 24, 2007 - 10:07 PM
WTS WoW account.
$150. Burning crusade with a 70 Undead Warlock. Commence making fun of me.


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What is GFF?
<+Gech> It's one big blur of anal rape


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Aug 11, 2007 - 07:27 PM
Post Immortalized.
http://www.gamingforce.org/forums/po...tml#post488028
This is a place to put your excess props.
Spoiler:
you really want me to hold your hand here?

You brought up the stadium and the tax increase several times in connection to misspending by the homogenized government (I will get to this in a moment). Given that no one who controls this sort of thing knew that the bridge was in danger of imminent collapse, it is doubtful that this tax increase would instead have paid for a repair of the bridge even if that was within the realm of possibility; even still, it would not have saved the bridge. You were being intellectually dishonest by bringing it up.

It is often cheaper and more economical to replace infractructure (bridges, roads etc) than to repair them. In fact, with the viaduct that fell during the earthquake, they had to rethink the entire design of viaducts after that disaster. Repairing it and retrofitting it would have been an expensive bandaid. You are wrong in this account.

Also, you feel that repair of the entire road system should come before new projects. I'm sure that you practice this philosophy in your personal life, making sure your credit card bills are paid before you go to to see The Bourne Ultimatum, but personal finance doesn't scale up to match the finances of an entire country. Frequently new road works are more necessary than filling potholes in your neighbourhood. You show a distressing lack of scale in thought.

You suggest a corporation will take the politics out of infrastructure. This is ridiculous but I will get to it in a moment. You tell me that we have "already gotten over" the one company business, but a quick scan of the thread shows you haven't really addressed it. So you are lying again.

Even still, due to the nature of the business, infrastructure companies really couldn't compete with each other, since everyone needs efficient roads that get them where they want to go. You have several times said that the very nature of corporations is that they compete, and that they produce the most effective use of funds due to this competition, but this competition within the infrastructure business couldn't exist. You are wrong on this account.

you suggest that anonymous 'shareholders' who have done nothing to earn their place in a corporation would have more interest in the goings-on of that corporation than the voters who have done nothing except gain citizenship to earn that right to vote. This shows a willfull ignorance of the behavior of people.

You say that 'politics' would be taken out of the equasion when we move to a corporate-based system, but then admit that the 'shareholders' would elect board members. that sounds like politics to any thinking man, and shows that you don't know what you're talking about.

You say that the corporation would compete with itself because no one would use shitty roads. This is obviously false. The corporation would still exact tolls, of the same price as would be for the road when it was new and perfect, for roads that were in serious disrepair. There is no incentive for the corporation to improve the road until it is undriveable. You are wrong.

You accuse sports teams of 'extortion' for threatning to leave if they don't get a new ballpark. But yet, this is free market bargaining. If a sports team is too prima-donna, no city will want them. let the market sort it out. You are betraying your free market ideals because it's crazy moon-man logic. You believe in crazy moon-man logic.

You hold the government responsible for not forseeing the bridge collapse. "17years known deficient, how dare they!" you say. RR already explained how human engineers can only predict 5% of cracks in bridges, but nevermind that. How dare you claim 20/20 hindsight on something that happened a week ago; not only is this a liberal trait, but most people have the decency to put a few months between themselves and the event before claiming they "knew it all along." The fact is, it was declared deficient 17 years ago, but there was a survey of the bridge not a few years ago and they saw nothing outstanding. Your company would not do a better job, since your company would be using the same people and techniques to judge bridges as the government does, and would not throw money on bridges unless it had to. You hold a naive, idealized view of corporations and it has made you wrong yet again.

You tell Styphon that people don't have to drive on roads, that they can use alternate forms of transportation. Most of those forms of transportation require the use of roads. Once again you are proven mistaken, and you dropped the point so rapidly I dare say you knew it.

You say being drunk doesn't present an elevated risk in and of itself (which is wrong: aside from the health risks of over drinking, you lose motor skills and impair your judgement which can lead to picking fights with bad dudes which is risky) while driving in and of itself is a risk; therefore, drunk driving is no additional risk. You play word games on the level of Gumby, who in the journals has been insisting that driving is a right and not a privilege. You should look in on that, that might be more up your alley.

You claim taxes are theft. This is incorrect.

You support the gold standard. This has nothing to do with the thread but jesus.

You support anarchy. This has everything to do with your thread. Jesus.

You give Mikey shit for rationalizing deaths when you do the very same. You care nothing for your fellow man but we already knew that, Oklahoma Sexy Patrol

You mock the concept of 'theft of liberty' in regards to breaking the law as theft (something that came out of your mouth and not mine), but then you say you would much rather suffer serious, debilitating bodily harm rather than suffer theft of freedom. you're the worst coward there is; you shit bricks when it's your turn to suffer, but you mock the fear of others who suffer the same.

You think that roads that are not bridges don't matter because they're not under the threat of falling down. You show a disturbing lack of imagination in that crumbling roads are still unsafe to drive. Will your corporation demonstrate the same lack of imagination?

You accuse my liberalism as being akin to the cook in Oliver Twist. Does this mean I don't feed starving poor children? That is nothing like bleeding heart liberalism. You don't know what a metaphor is.

You feel that paying tolls is consentual, but that driving on roads paid by your tax dollars (you already paid the tolls due to the virtue of being a tax payer) is non-consentual because you're not aware that accidents can happen. This is crazy moon-man logic again.

You suggest coyly that Minnesota was negligent (perhaps conspiring to do so?) and say that that is a conflict of interest. I asked you to elaborate but you never did. I can only assume you brought it up to, like I said before, accuse a state of conspiracy to murder in order to get sweet fundzzz.

You constantly whine about people not addressing the things you're discussing, but you dropped questions I have asked at least three times. You're a prima-donna with a short memory span.

You admit that the government produces services, but don't create. You also admit that companies that produce services create. You admit that both recieve revenue for their products. You have a difficult time with applying concepts in different contexts.

You have said many times that governments are non-competitive in any real meaningful sense of the word. I assume you're talking about federal governments, but the thing you haven't admitted at all is that the 'government' is not a homogenous entity. There are many different agencies within the federal government! There are state and local governments that jockey with each other for funds! There are many lobbyists all trying to get their cut!

Even though you say that the government has a steady income due to tax (laughable since taxes change all the time and affect different groups of varying wealth; additionally the government has different outgoing expenses that change from year to year, such as the Iraq war) this income is not infinite; even though the US government spends outside of its means frequently, it doesn't mean it hands blank checks to everyone with their hands out.

This is all stuff children know. The end result is that the government within the realm of itself is competing for funds for the road system as a whole, and that state and local governments within this sytem compete with each other for funds.

I asked you several times to no avail about this. I thought that you were trolling, at first, since this is your MO, but now I think you genuinely believe this shit, and you're just exaggerating for funs.

YOU ARE EDUCATED RETARDED.



you are a traitor




you have a fetish for the Man



damn LIEburls



go anarchy

you think governments have unlimited funds

damn LIEburls

Ritalinal: you seen those 7chan shota pics?
Ritalinal: JOEY?

Col Jacen Solo: No. Don't look at shota.
Ritalinal: u should!
Ritalinal: its cool =D
Col Jacen Solo: meh. I fap on my own, porn helps, but I enjoy my own adventures...
Ritalinal: wanna see which one i'm looking at?

Ritalinal: HUH?
Col Jacen Solo: Not really Alex...
Ritalinal: it's one of zelda, and link =D



you have a fetish for the Man






[img]
http://www.newyorkarchitecture.info/NYAI/Images/Buildings/NewsCorporationBuilding-001.jpg[/img] non political non political non political non political non-profit corporation owned by the people


damn LIEburls

tHiS gRaPh sHoWs tHaT tAxEs aRe tHeFt (tolls everywhere aren't tho~)


damn LIEburls free rush

[b]Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

go anarchy :love:

Ritalinal: you seen those 7chan shota pics?
Ritalinal: JOEY?
Col Jacen Solo: No. Don't look at shota.


Ritalinal: u should!

Ritalinal: its cool =D
Col Jacen Solo: meh. I fap on my own, porn helps, but I enjoy my own adventures...
Ritalinal: wanna see which one i'm looking at?
Ritalinal: HUH?
Col Jacen Solo: Not really Alex...
Ritalinal: it's one of zelda, and link =D




In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said "we’re up in no good"
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air"



(only the first three episodes of season one)



I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it



First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin’ like,
Hmm this might be alright!



I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air




I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air




damn LIEburls

Alright fagts. Listen up, I'm not doing this for my health, I have other things do to than to put up with anonymous, but as a back up, I decided I'd make use of myself. Wuori and I became 'Friends.' And I've learned he is far sicker than you can imagine. This kid is obessed with /b/, I have my own personal vendetta, and problems with Anon. This kid makes that look like issues on a playground, what the fuck did you do to this fucking psycho. I have never met someone to hateful towards /b/, I broke off with him, and pity the poor bastard a lot. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care how much you guys hate Shiahgo, or Humane Weapons. That's not my biggest issue, my issue is this fuck harassing me. Now. NEW INFORMATION REGARDING WUORI.

1. Wuori is a Runescaper. Account name Ritalina.

2. Wuori is a Gaiauser, Account name is unknown.


3. Wuori is so obessed with /b/, he is texting me at least 100 times a day with plans on revenage.

4. Wuori created an operation called 'Chanfire' planning on causing an inner chan war.











tHiS gRaPh sHoWs tHaT tAxEs aRe tHeFt (tolls everywhere aren't tho~)

you have a fetish for the Man


non political non political non political non political non-profit corporation owned by the people

Ritalinal: you seen those 7chan shota pics?
Ritalinal: JOEY?
Col Jacen Solo: No. Don't look at shota.
Ritalinal: u should!
Ritalinal: its cool =D
Col Jacen Solo: meh. I fap on my own, porn helps, but I enjoy my own adventures...
Ritalinal: wanna see which one i'm looking at?
Ritalinal: HUH?


Col Jacen Solo: Not really Alex...
Ritalinal: it's one of zelda, and link =D








Alright fagts. Listen up, I'm not doing this for my health, I have other things do to than to put up with anonymous, but as a back up, I decided I'd make use of myself. Wuori and I became 'Friends.' And I've learned he is far sicker than you can imagine. This kid is obessed with /b/, I have my own personal vendetta, and problems with Anon. This kid makes that look like issues on a playground, what the fuck did you do to this fucking psycho. I have never met someone to hateful towards /b/, I broke off with him, and pity the poor bastard a lot. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care how much you guys hate Shiahgo, or Humane Weapons. That's not my biggest issue, my issue is this fuck harassing me. Now. NEW INFORMATION REGARDING WUORI.



1. Wuori is a Runescaper. Account name Ritalina.





[img]
http://www.charitableirishsociety.org/images/AMERICAN%20FLAG.gif[/img]

2. Wuori is a Gaiauser, Account name is unknown.

3. Wuori is so obessed with /b/, he is texting me at least 100 times a day with plans on revenage.

4. Wuori created an operation called 'Chanfire' planning on causing an inner chan war.



how DARE the gub'mint take my money

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[b]Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

tHiS gRaPh sHoWs tHaT tAxEs aRe tHeFt (tolls everywhere aren't tho~)

In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said "we’re up in no good"
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air"

(only the first three episodes of season one)

how DARE the gub'mint take my money

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it



First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin’ like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

tHiS gRaPh sHoWs tHaT tAxEs aRe tHeFt (tolls everywhere aren't tho~)

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air


how DARE the gub'mint take my money



cocks



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The new harry potter (no spoilers)



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What really happened between L and Light.



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New pictures; other items of minute interest.
Forgive the blurriness of the camera ;_;



Name: Benjamin
Birthday: December 30, 1986
Birthplace: Toledo, Ohio
Current Location: Delta, Ohio
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown-Blond
Height: 6'2"
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: Mutt (Lots of things)
The Shoes You Wore Today: Some Nike shit.
Your Weakness: Multiple Lovers
Your Fears: Closets and basements
Your Perfect Pizza: Pepperoni and light cheese
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Go back to school
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: orly
Thoughts First Waking Up: TIME FOR A RUN
Your Best Physical Feature: I'm told my ass
Your Bedtime: usually 10:30pm
Your Most Missed Memory: Childhood
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
Mc. Donalds or Burger King: Neither, nobody should eat that shit.
Single or Group Dates: Group dates
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee
Do you Smoke: Sparingly these days. Nicotine addiction is now nonexistent. I do it when I'm bored.
Do you Swear: Too much
Do you Sing: Yes, all the time.
Have you Been in Love: I can easily fool myself into thinking so. I'm more of a physical being than an emotional.
Do you want to go to College: Hell yes.
Do you want to get Married: Nope.
Do you believe in yourself: At times.
Do you get Motion Sickness: Yep.
Do you think you are Attractive: At times.
Are you a Health Freak: More and more as time passes
Do you get along with your Parents: Nowadays, yes, I'm now officially the only white sheep in the family.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Only when I'm not alone.
Do you play an Instrument: Trombone, Trumpet, Piano, Organ, Violin, French Horn, Flute
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Surprisingly, no.
In the past month have you Smoked: Yep.
In the past month have you been on Drugs: It's been years.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Nah.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Nah.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Ugh, yeah.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yesterday.
In the past month have you been on Stage: Nope.
In the past month have you been Dumped: Nope.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Nope
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Nope
Ever been Drunk: Yeah.
Ever been called a Tease: Yep.
Ever been Beaten up: Once.
Ever Shoplifted: Nope
How do you want to Die: Surrounded by good friends.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Humans do not "grow up" in the aspect that children observe, if that's the inference
What country would you most like to Visit: I'd like to travel through all of europe and canada.
Favourite Eye Color: Any
Favourite Hair Color: Black
Short or Long Hair: Either, preferably not curly.
Height: 6'2" (again?)
Weight: 230 lbs
Best Clothing Style: Irrelevant.
Number of Drugs I have taken: 3, if you consider absinthe a drug. I've done coke and weed.
Number of CDs I own: No music CDs, 214 PC-CDs
Number of Piercings: Six (at the moment)
Number of Tattoos: None, yet.
Final Thoughts: Well that was thorough



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A bit of a breakthrough.
This has been a hell of a week. My parents seem to be fighting quite a bit, and I can't do much about it. I've been forced to all but raise and be a mentor to my younger brother, and it's all got me thinking, and I've realized that I need to make a change in my life, my character, and the very core of my thought processes.
It would be a terrible thing if another one of me was running around, I think sometimes. So now that I have to be a shining star in the family in order for their own success (they lack hope, for the most part), I must resign myself to being a true mentor and a more loving person.

I am a filthy pervert.
This could possibly simply be blamed on the fact that I'm a male. However, I don't honestly find the notion of picturing what everyone (read: everyone I've ever met) looks like naked to be a decent one. This is by no means what anyone's first thought should be when they first meet someone. But I do it far too often.
I even fantasize about having sex with alot of the people I meet, to lesser and more grand extents.
I really don't care much for emotinally intimate relationships. I seem to be more of a friends with benefits type of person.

I am a liar.
I lie. Habitually. About alot of things, and tend to blow my experiences way out of proportion. It almost makes me seem like a busybody of sorts. I do this so that I can feel as if people think of me as someone legendary - so that I can be remembered for something.


I can easily be considered lazy.
I don't do half of the things I should, and instead do all the things I shouldn't. I don't complete tasks in a timely manor. I don't keep up with common hygiene all of the time because I simply don't feel like doing some things all the time. It is quite common for me to go against routines, being productive or even the opposite.


I am, still, a very mean spirited person.
I don't take into consideration the feelings of others in most of my actions. I lead alot of people to think that I'm just part of some horde of trolls, and for the most part, they're right. My track record isn't very pure when it comes to this subject, if indeed there is any purity to begin with.

I don't give myself enough credit for the things that I do accomplish to a reasonable extent.
I was raised and taught to do my best in any situation. Anything else was unacceptable and immediately considered failure. This isn't necessarily due to neglect from my peers, teachers, or family. This is more of a personal expectations problem. These thoughts were formed from both conscious and subconscious sources.

I have no faith in myself.
And little in others, it would seem. I am nearly faithless, however, when it comes to my character. This seems to be one of the root issues that the others stem from. I don't trust myself enough to do most things I should, so instead I stay far away. I'm not sure what I'd do if I actually accomplished something major in life. I've broken down before and just stopped because I felt that a certain task at hand would be hard to accomplish, and therefore the failure rate would be dramatically high.

I have alot of growing up to do.
I act like a small child at times. Selfish, inconsiderate, rude, and tactless. There's no way around this claim.

I don't think before most of my actions.
This is more due to routine and the other problems than anything. In the past, I've operated on pure instinct and passion.

I try blending into a crowd too much.
I try to live vicariously through others, instead of living for myself. Instead of making an informed opinion on something, I just jump into the horde and egg them on. Being a minion no longer pleases me.


So what am I going to do about all of this?
I'll do the things I should when I should. I'll take into consideration the feelings and well-being of others before I act. I'll be nicer to people. I'll trust myself and keep myself open to failure, and by that, greatly raise my chances of success. I'll act with my own agenda, no more mass cocksucking fests.

As far as Gamingforce is concerned?
Gamingforce isn't just an internet hangout to me. I've been here nearly (or more, don't exactly remember a good portion of the past very well) seven years. Even though I haven't met most of you, I do indeed consider alot of you my close friends. I haven't even been spending much time online lately (and I don't plan on lengthening that amount of time), but I've been feeling rather detached from the people I consider my friends, and people that I'd like to form friendships with. I'd absolutely love to attend any meets in the future. I love meeting new people, and I think it'd be delightful to learn how people around here really are.

So I'm going to do my best to better involve myself. Whether it comes to the internet or the events around me physically.



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Jul 22, 2006 - 05:52 PM
Gamingforce Dropdown (mIRC script)
Redoing the script at the moment, stay tuned for changes! (also creating/releasing some simple one-use scripts, such as a highlight logger)
Spoiler:
The next edition of ChocoDropdown has been released! (and is in beta, because some people seem to be getting bugs, and others not ._.)

This is an addon for mIRC to browse nearly all aspects of the forums with a simple menu.

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and chocodecide =O


Get it here!
To install it, extract the archive, and put "gff.mrc" in your mirc directory (or prefered directory)
Open mIRC; go to the scripts button.

Go to the "Remote" tab.

And go to file->load

Go to your mirc directory (or the directory you put the file in), and open gff.mrc.
Voila. The script is installed.
To use it, join a channel and right click anywhere in the channel window.

Also added was the !journal trigger.
Usage example: !journal Sassafrass
(Must be exact username)
-This will paste a link to sass's journal. ie "<+Chocobot> You have requested the url of Sassafrass's ChocoJournal. The url is: gamingforce.com/forums/journal.php?action=journalfind&membername=Sassafra ss"
only it will display correctly, because for some reason chocojournal isn't displaying most of this post the way it should ._.
You do NOT need the script to use the !journal trigger.



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