I assumed you were in the cool kids club by default, Py.
Consequence
87 posts · 2006-08-05 13:59:03 to 2008-02-29 00:24:53
Hey its Kenna, lol i got my rep up all 128 missions and im ready to go. XD
Elroh wrote:
You know you’ve been in Consequence too long when…
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You know and fear what A2M means.
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The prophecy is complete.
PJ returns to the Merovingian and joins Consequence.
PJ returns to the Merovingian and joins Consequence.
AmbrielSyntax wrote:
Elroh wrote:Clerks 2?You know you’ve been in Consequence too long when…
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You know and fear what A2M means.
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ZaneZavin wrote:
AmbrielSyntax wrote:Elroh wrote:Clerks 2?You know you’ve been in Consequence too long when…
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You know and fear what A2M means.
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Half right...
Here is an example of the awesome RP stories we spin in cons
Debbie flounced into the room, wearing a red tartan skirt, voluptuous breasts pressing against her white shirt, legs clad in white stockings and feet in thick-soled Mary Jane sandals. Tossing her ponytail, she smiled at the man with the shaved head in the recliner in front of her.
"Daddy, I'm ready for school," she said in her best little-girl voice. "How do I look?"
Jim looked up from his newspaper and raked his "daughter's" form with his eyes. Debbie's >NAUGHTY WORDZ< grew damp as his eyes darkened with lust.
"My baby girl looks a bit slutty for Daddy's taste," he said sternly. "You're so naughty. That's the third time I've had to talk to................
Staticzero wrote:
Espi wrote:Nemases wrote:Come to Con, we have Espi. -----IN A TrashCan ..Espi, I know that we havnt been on late with you but really you need to stop falling asleep in the trash can its bad for Con's image and well you cant share all Static's fame in making us look bad. And well it makes you kinda smell funny.
Espi the Grouch?
Hmmm......
Devistate wrote:
Staticzero wrote:Espi wrote:Nemases wrote:Come to Con, we have Espi. -----IN A TrashCan ..Espi, I know that we havnt been on late with you but really you need to stop falling asleep in the trash can its bad for Con's image and well you cant share all Static's fame in making us look bad. And well it makes you kinda smell funny.
Espi the Grouch?Hmmm......
I doubt you let your kids watch our version of Sesame Street.
Sometimes you don't want to know What "Espi's" doing in his home.
/bump for Merovingian Awesomeness
A poem for cons....
edit: Actually my new favorite poem =o
David Lerner - MEIN KAMPF
“Gary Snyder lives in the country. He wakes up in the morning and listens to birds. We live in the city.”
– Kathleen Wood
all I want to do
is make poetry famous
all I want to do is
burn my initials into the sun
all I want to do is
read poetry from the middle of a
burning building
standing in the fast lane of the
freeway
falling from the top of the
Empire State Building
the literary world
sucks dead dog *CENSORED*
I’d rather be Richard Speck
than Gary Snyder
I’d rather ride a rocketship to hell
than a Volvo to Bolinas
I’d rather
sell arms to the Martians
than wait sullenly for a
letter from some diseased clown with a
three-piece mind
telling me that I’ve won a
bullet-proof pair of rose-colored glasses
for my poem “Autumn in the Spring”
I want to be
hated
by everyone who teaches for a living
I want people to hear my poetry and
get headaches
I want people to hear my poetry and
vomit
I want people to hear my poetry and
weep, scream, disappear, start bleeding,
eat their television sets, beat each other to death with
swords and
go out and get riotously drunk on
someone else’s money
this ain’t no party
this ain’t no disco
this ain’t foolin’ a
grab-bag of clever wordplay and sensitive thoughts and
gracious theories about
how many ambiguities can dance on the head of a
machine gun
this ain’t no
genteel evening over
cappuccino and poppycock
this ain’t no life-affirming
our days have meaning
as we watch the flowers breath [sic] through our souls and
fall desperately in love
this ain’t no letter-press, hand-me-down,
wimpy beatnik festival of bitching about
the broken rainbow
it is a carnival of dread
it is a savage sideshow
about to move to the main arena
it is terror and wild beauty
walking hand in hand down a bombed-out road
as missiles scream, while a
sky the color of arterial blood
blinks on and off
like the lights on Broadway
after the last junkie’s dead of AIDS
I come not to bury poetry
but to blow it up
not to dandle it on my knee
like a *CENSORED* child with
beautiful eyes
but
throw it off a cliff into
icy seas and
see if the *CENSORED* can
swim for its life
because love is an excellent thing
surely we need it
but, my friends...
there is so much hate These Days
that hatred is just love with a chip on its shoulder
a chip as big as the Ritz
and heavier than
all the bills I’ll never pay
because they’re after us
they’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we got politicians who think
starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women
with eyes like wet stones
peering out at us from the pages of
glossy magazines
promising that they’ll
*CENSORED* us till we shoot blood
if we’ll just buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives
I’ve got mine.
edit: Actually my new favorite poem =o
David Lerner - MEIN KAMPF
“Gary Snyder lives in the country. He wakes up in the morning and listens to birds. We live in the city.”
– Kathleen Wood
all I want to do
is make poetry famous
all I want to do is
burn my initials into the sun
all I want to do is
read poetry from the middle of a
burning building
standing in the fast lane of the
freeway
falling from the top of the
Empire State Building
the literary world
sucks dead dog *CENSORED*
I’d rather be Richard Speck
than Gary Snyder
I’d rather ride a rocketship to hell
than a Volvo to Bolinas
I’d rather
sell arms to the Martians
than wait sullenly for a
letter from some diseased clown with a
three-piece mind
telling me that I’ve won a
bullet-proof pair of rose-colored glasses
for my poem “Autumn in the Spring”
I want to be
hated
by everyone who teaches for a living
I want people to hear my poetry and
get headaches
I want people to hear my poetry and
vomit
I want people to hear my poetry and
weep, scream, disappear, start bleeding,
eat their television sets, beat each other to death with
swords and
go out and get riotously drunk on
someone else’s money
this ain’t no party
this ain’t no disco
this ain’t foolin’ a
grab-bag of clever wordplay and sensitive thoughts and
gracious theories about
how many ambiguities can dance on the head of a
machine gun
this ain’t no
genteel evening over
cappuccino and poppycock
this ain’t no life-affirming
our days have meaning
as we watch the flowers breath [sic] through our souls and
fall desperately in love
this ain’t no letter-press, hand-me-down,
wimpy beatnik festival of bitching about
the broken rainbow
it is a carnival of dread
it is a savage sideshow
about to move to the main arena
it is terror and wild beauty
walking hand in hand down a bombed-out road
as missiles scream, while a
sky the color of arterial blood
blinks on and off
like the lights on Broadway
after the last junkie’s dead of AIDS
I come not to bury poetry
but to blow it up
not to dandle it on my knee
like a *CENSORED* child with
beautiful eyes
but
throw it off a cliff into
icy seas and
see if the *CENSORED* can
swim for its life
because love is an excellent thing
surely we need it
but, my friends...
there is so much hate These Days
that hatred is just love with a chip on its shoulder
a chip as big as the Ritz
and heavier than
all the bills I’ll never pay
because they’re after us
they’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we got politicians who think
starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women
with eyes like wet stones
peering out at us from the pages of
glossy magazines
promising that they’ll
*CENSORED* us till we shoot blood
if we’ll just buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives
I’ve got mine.
/ccr I mean /bump so that marias can be close to me while we hold hands
Yasamuu1 wrote:
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They have Marias, whats not to like?
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Staticzero wrote:
Yasamuu1 wrote:NO ME!They have Marias, whats not to like?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRu5...R=1 <---this is what machines are like
Don't be like a machine join cons. =(
Don't be like a machine join cons. =(
If you get all worked up about someone jumping from an MKT and Sniper on Syntax... God we'll just have to call the Funeral Directors if you were on Vector....
Join them man, they all pwn.
Join them man, they all pwn.
I see no sniper in any screenshot of mine, only someone jumping away. Unless you have something positive to add about Consequences many well rounded members, I'd keep it to the Exploits thread. ^_^
Good_Game_son wrote:
Trayen1 wrote:Fixor'd. No arguing with that though. Go Cons!I see no sniper in any screenshot of mine, only someone jumping away. Unless you have something positive to add about Consequences many well rounded members, I'd keep it to the Exploits thread. ^_^Best merv pvper's.
Go cons!
Please remember to report flaming posts, rather than responding to them.
It's a pain to have to clean up three whole pages of junk.
It's a pain to have to clean up three whole pages of junk.
Cons helping newbies in uriah
Cost,
the one predicament, the one thing you overlooked. The only way you can overcome it, is by understanding it...
or get the hell out of there way;
Consequence.
the one predicament, the one thing you overlooked. The only way you can overcome it, is by understanding it...
or get the hell out of there way;
Consequence.
Don't Join Con.
Staticzero wrote:
We probably don't want you anyway
Don't Join Con.
We probably don't want you anyway
sonofthree wrote:
Staticzero wrote:Don't Join Con.
We probably don't want you anyway
Your mothers dress you all funny
Staticzero wrote:
sonofthree wrote:Your mom gives you an enema every morning before schoolStaticzero wrote:Don't Join Con.
We probably don't want you anyway
Your mothers dress you all funny
----- whispers>Some RP event, I'm familiar with it. Don't care if you want, and go ahead and try to act like Consequence is some enduring idea or constant in this game. It's not. It's a faction.
----- whispers>It'll come and go, and come back again. It's as good as dead if no one remembers it because Consequence members just sit around on a bench all day.
LOL!
----- whispers>It'll come and go, and come back again. It's as good as dead if no one remembers it because Consequence members just sit around on a bench all day.
LOL!
sonofthree wrote:
I wouldn't be too worried about the whispers. Espi will be back to save Con.
Join teh_Con ftw!
"Consequence... It's what happens."
heh heh
----- whispers>Some RP event, I'm familiar with it. Don't care if you want, and go ahead and try to act like Consequence is some enduring idea or constant in this game. It's not. It's a faction.
----- whispers>It'll come and go, and come back again. It's as good as dead if no one remembers it because Consequence members just sit around on a bench all day.
LOL!
I wouldn't be too worried about the whispers. Espi will be back to save Con.
Join teh_Con ftw!
"Consequence... It's what happens."
heh heh
Yes we are back ... and recruiting.. Please contact Staticzero, Nemasas (new Nem my old acct isn't active) or SonOfThree if you are interested.
For every action there is a reaction. For every reaction; a Consequence.
Consequence, sometimes we smell our own poo D=
Locked at the request of the current faction leader.