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HiVolt
Also, HiVolt, do you go by vent at all, anymore?
I could, but I'd thought that it was in disuse. If you guys are still using it, I'd be happy to join.
Post by
Interest
I haven't had a shiny since the Red Gyarados.
Tempted to go catch that Shiny Haxorus though...
Red/Black Haxorus = HNNNNNNNNG.
Badassery overload, incoming.
I wish I had more shinies.
Post by
Rystrave
$%^& this !@#$, I'm getting drunk.
Post by
Interest
$%^& this !@#$, I'm getting drunk.
Have fun.
Post by
Titan
I haven't had a shiny since the Red Gyarados.
Tempted to go catch that Shiny Haxorus though...
Red/Black Haxorus = HNNNNNNNNG.
Badassery overload, incoming.
I wish I had more shinies.
Same...but the chance is so astronomical that i just am not willing to look too much for them.
I mean I'll breed for the natures i want, and look in the hidden hollows in BW2 to see if there's any dream world pokemon i want, but other than that...nah.
Post by
Nathanyal
I wasn't even looking for mine, I saw the grass shaking and thought I would try my luck. Then I got extremely lucky. Also got lucky years ago when I found a shiny, a drowzee I think, in the original silver.
I don't bother with the nature thing. It just seems like a lot of work to me. But I don't bother with competitive play.
Post by
Titan
I didn't used to bother with natures either, but being exposed to the game's competitive side via Youtube battles and simulators made me want all the best natures, and it also makes me want EdgeQuake coverage on anything that can learn both Earthquake and Stone Edge...even if it may be redundant on some Pokemon.
Post by
HiVolt
Competitive battling is not for the faint-hearted.
Post by
Nathanyal
I know very little about it. I have heard of a few things, but never actually fought anyone.
I do like doing the battle frontier. While playing HG I would do the battle factory a lot.
Post by
Interest
I haven't had a shiny since the Red Gyarados.
Tempted to go catch that Shiny Haxorus though...
Red/Black Haxorus = HNNNNNNNNG.
Badassery overload, incoming.
I wish I had more shinies.
Same...but the chance is so astronomical that i just am not willing to look too much for them.
I mean I'll breed for the natures i want, and look in the hidden hollows in BW2 to see if there's any dream world pokemon i want, but other than that...nah.
Oh well. I'll always have my Shiny Exploud and Golbat..
Post by
HiVolt
That feel when nobody sees what you did there.
Post by
Interest
That feel when nobody sees what you did there.
Yep.
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322702
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Post by
Interest
Morning lol.
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557473
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Post by
gamerunknown
Haha, top comment on that vid is from someone I have on facebook that I know from another forum Boron.
Kind of a long story: when I was younger, I used to sneak into my dad's drinks cupboard and steal sips of hard liquor. Not enough to get drunk, just wanted to see what it tasted like. Only did this a few times, once when my friend was over at my house. Then when I was 13 my friend had a Valentine's Day party where his mother let everyone drink and she DJd. His mother actually worked for the secondary school we attended. One guy in my year got really drunk and some girl started massaging his chest. Some time later, I came to the conclusion that drinking was stupid and that I'd never do it. Fast forward to university. All my friends socialise in clubs, talking about how great a night out was and always invite me. I feel kinda excluded, so renege on my self-promise not to drink (a major part of this was my friend becoming a middle man for a pub crawl and selling a bunch of tickets, one of which I bought). First session is at a friend's 20th birthday (on Christmas Eve, no less!), I get obliterated, start speaking in a language not even comprehensible to myself, then pass out on his ground floor toilet. Drinking heavily for his birthdays has now become an annual event. Go to the somewhat uneventful (other than drinking heavily) pub crawl. Well, I did meet someone on my course that went to my primary school. Night ends when I leave the club for a breather and talk to a computer programmer. I tell him the old koan: "Go through door sideways, you are going to Bangkok". He says "I'd like to bang cock" and I run off.
Find out that my friends regularly meet at a gay bar in Luton on Sundays, despite us having lectures on Monday (and no-one we know being gay, from what I can recall). One such Sunday, three years ago, is Valentines. I say that I'm in (the day before I actually went out with the mate of mine on my road, who happens to be Polish - first time I had Baieys and hot chocolate and first time I had port that day). Leave house after 10 (think I did some dailies). Very dark and chilly outside. Pass by the unlit park near my home and someone shouts something incomprehensible at me while walking in my direction. Resign to the fact that I'm about to be mugged. Turns out the guy is Polish and was bleeding from a cut above his eye and on his hand, as well as generally battered. He says he was attacked by three guys at a "disco", mentions a bunch of place names I've never heard of. I say that I can phone the ambulance for him and he says "no polizi". He asks me to phone his brother so he can exact revenge, I inform him I don't have credit. I walk towards a chip shop near my house with him (was going to ask if they'd phone an ambulance), but he refuses to enter. He asks to switch SIMs so he can use his SIM with credit on my phone without to phone his brother. I suspect again that I'm about to be mugged. For whatever reason it doesn't work. Some 10 year old kid on a bike that had called me a #$%got before and tried to mug me (he's 10, I just laughed) intercepts us. Polish guy threatens to kill him and manages to take some cigarettes off the kid.
Fast forward a bit, Polish guy is pissing on a plant arrangement in Luton town square while shouting "^&*! the Polizi". Oh, earlier, when police cars passed he ducked down behind a wall and showed me that he had a hammer on him. He asks me to buy him cigarettes to numb the pain. I go into the corner store, buy paracetamol, cigarettes and beer. He has a paracetamol, then a swig of the beer which causes a coughing fit. He spits up the paracetamol. He asks me if I want one of the cigarettes he bought and I inform him I don't smoke. He emits a high pitched "Really?" several times. Turns out neither of us had a lighter, so we walk into a store. The man behind the counter notices the profuse bleeding and asks whether he'd beaten someone up. He says yes, then asks the guy to light his cigarette. The guy asks whether the target was Pakistani, which the Polish guy answered in the negative, so he got his lit cigarette. At this point, I was beginning to wonder where we were heading, but I knew I had to accompany him to make sure he didn't die. We went down some very dark roads in a part of town I was unfamiliar with, at which point I was more certain than ever I'd either get mugged or he'd just break into some random house and stab everyone. Didn't really want to explain I had to head off to an important engagement at a gay bar. Oh and he's swearing in Polish the entire time. Anyway, after checking the window of every house in a certain road, he stops abruptly and knocks on a window approximately 100 times. A shirtless man answers the door, speaks to the bleedy guy in Polish, then bleedy guy runs up the stairs. Shirtless beckons me to come in and sit down in the living room. He gestures at a spot on his coach where I could sit on his socks, which I oblige. Then he asks me the same question in Polish five times, finally saying "... tea?", to which I respond in the affirmative. I sit there awkwardly while he gets changed. Finally bleedy guy re-emerges (less bleedy, still shaky: I would be too if an open wound was dripping blood into my eyeball), says that I'm now required to take part in the blood feud and several of his compatriots are due to arrive. I'm not explicitly pleased at this revelation. When they get there, he launches into a dialectic on the comparative merits of Polish and English women. I feign knowledge of dating. He gives me his number as he says he owes me and he could hook me up or something. He then asks me if I want some White Lightning (cheapest cider on market, commonly consumed in park benches). I inspect the bottle. I'm asked if it isn't good enough for me. I realise that I may as well have just taken a crap on a crucifix and wiped my arse with the Polish flag. Gladly imbibe three glasses of White Lightning in about a minute.
Not sure where we'd resolved to go, but somehow it morphed into a dipsomaniac lust for alcohol and we set out to find a drinking establishment (I knew that it was around midnight and the only place open would be the gay bar, but kept my trap shut). Arrived at Wetherspoons as it was closing. They inform me of an ambrosia known as "Super", which was 8% proof. Somehow it fell on me to purchase a pint each for these delightsome bounders (which I thought rather inequitable, but I didn't complain). There was some form of gentleman's agreement that anyone who didn't finish their beer in a draught was unworthy of testes, so I complied. Unfortunately, this led to a general decline in nervous system functioning. In their case, this took the form of urinating against a wall in public, in mine, I informed them that I had a pressing engagement at the local gay bar. They scurried away, as did I. Managed to intercept my friends. Decided to continue my binge from ideas I'd gathered while drinking the day before, so started off with a brandy. Then graduated to a Becks and coke (it was awful). Finally, I decided to order my friends from my course drinks (they were all girls and it was Valentines, so thought what the hell). Except I think they asked for vodka and lemonade and the drinks I came back with had a coke mixer. In my mind, I assumed they must have heard the paracetamol in my pocket and decided I was going to attempt to date rape them. To demonstrate that it was perfectly safe, I drank each of the drinks I ordered them. I don't remember very much else from that night (in retrospect, I think I dropped my flat keys down a drain because I didn't want to drink and drive - it made sense to me at the time).
I ended up in Luton station, passed out in puke and piss, when two police officers woke me up and transferred me to an ambulance. At the hospital I was given a hat to puke into. I just kept spitting out red. I thought I had internal bleeding until I remembered I had pasta with ragu sauce. After a while I told a hospital staff member that I felt well enough to walk home. They asked me if I knew the directions home from there and I said that I thought I did. They asked me if any friends of mine drove. I phoned one friend from the hospital I knew didn't drive, told her I was at the hospital and she told me she couldn't drive. I apologised for waking her up. Then I phoned a friend who did drive and he didn't pick up. They refused to let me go and said that I'd need to take a cab. The cash machine in the hospital was broken, so the hospital picked up the fee (yes, I feel incredibly guilty both for that and wasting their time picking me up to this day). I thought I'd been mugged for some reason, but couldn't recall why. After the cab departed and I got to the door, I realised it's because I didn't have my keys (only later did I hazily remember internally debating about whether to throw them down the drain: "what if this is an illusion and I can actually drive?"). Knocked on the door several times (5am), waking up a flat mate. Pass out on the toilet downstairs. Said flatmate tries to use toilet at 8am, waking me up. I move to the upstairs toilet, with people intermittently trying to get in until about 6 when two of my flatmates gather, clearly worried. I emerge, sodden and smelling. They ask me why I didn't say anything and I told them I didn't want to hassle them. They phone the landlady to have a new lock made and give me bedding to sleep on the couch (I never communicated with my flatmates other than the guy I pay for internet before that day). I physically can't eat until after midnight. Wake up the following day in the same clothes, walk down towards the town centre. Enter charity shop, change jeans into jeans from charity shop, purchase jeans while wearing them and get bag for the foetid wreck I was wearing earlier. Throw bag with jeans in them into trash near charity shop while one of the workers is there.
Fast forward three years, I'm now volunteering in that homeless charity shop (one finds bizarre things: negligees, lacy underwear, swimsuits, razors, a library card, a chequebook, a wedding anniversary card, a bag of sugar...). Someone came in to volunteer smelling quite strongly of booze. Turns out the meals the charity provides are only free if the recipients volunteer and they need permission slips. This guy didn't receive a permission slip, but qualified for free bedding and stuff, but was probably too drunk to notice. Anyway, I rifle through a bag of clothing and find some jeans with vomit on them. Wonder who'd donate such a thing when I notice they're the exact pair I threw away three years ago. Straaaaange.
Post by
HiVolt
Wow...
So... whatever happened to the polish blood feud?
Post by
Titan
*yawns*
Hellodere
Post by
FatalHeaven
I burnt my lunch. FML.
Post by
OverZealous
I burnt my lunch. FML.
mmmmmmm
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