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Dadizar
Oct Member 2005

Dadizar

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Molly Weazly said :
It's not cold here either. Sunny and mild weather for weeks and no end in sight.

(Hope jinx works for me as well as it did for Katy!) But... But... But... It must be cold there, your face has turned blue. ;)
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30-Nov-2017 19:37:55

Dadizar
Oct Member 2005

Dadizar

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Dong U Dead said :
I'm dong okay thanks Delay, cit capping for the week and just plodding along with the other skills. Speaking of changed faces... A non-generic avatar? The entire forums are now unbalanced. hehehe.

I am also plodding along, but with my worst skills to achieve some in game balance.
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30-Nov-2017 20:50:49

FiFi LaFeles

FiFi LaFeles

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Oh dear, it appears my Membership has run out.

To renew, or not to renew, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the wallet to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous Jagex,
Or to take arms against a sea of lag spikes
And by opposing .... end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That Runescape is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to combat lag;
To sleep, perchance to dream—of a QA team that actually functions:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—while Auto graphics set-up
Runs uninvited yet again.
For who would bear the small stars and torstol seeds of Alice,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of misplaced flashing TH boxes, the law's delay,
The insolence of JMods, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy copypasta excuses,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a ludicrous cleavage TH promotion? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under spaghetti code,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose glitches and bugs
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather Rant those ills we have
Than fly to other MMO's that we know not of?
Thus programmer incompetence does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of more broken gameplay,
And enterprises of vanishing bank items
With this regard their credit cards turn awry
And lose the name of action.
Le Chat Guerrier

Bwian's Towel & Grief Shop

01-Dec-2017 15:17:31

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