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UKTA Game.... (pg. 3)
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| Dj O'Callaghan |
| Go on then Ian sign me up beings I'm back, I think I know half you jokers well enough. :) |
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| Coup |
Fraz vs Al
Brett Vs Ste
Luke vs Az
Spad Vs Keir
Harry vs Coup
TTA vs Mikey
Julie vs Toby
Tiz vs Sy
Jay vs Jeff
Ian vs Neo
Fray vs Alan
me and harry! :stongue: :stongue: :stongue: :stongue: :stongue: |
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| Dumonde Trancer |
| haha i have to describe the eggmeister |
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| goldenarmZ |
Chapter 1
I first met my good chum alan chapman when we were both yachtsmen on the yangtze river back in 1603. It was a cool november morning and the whippets could be heard distantly whelping on the mountain breeze.
Alan and I were both seperately performing our morning duties of skinning the cuttlefish we had collected throughout the night to feed our darling wives, totally unaware of the complicated future that was about to unfold before us. as i picked up a particularly bothersome cuttlefish and attempted to lacerate it's flesh, my stanley knife slipped, plunging from view into the depths of the sparkling yangtze. I cried out '!, I'VE LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' at the top of my lungs, and who should reply, but a young, goat-featured whippersnapper by the name of alan.
Alan had the facial appearence of somebody who has taken one too many kicks in the balls and grown too accustomed to the bitter wince of pain. he wore leather dungarees with a smart blazer beneath, and gave off the air of a man on the edge of sanity with no clue how to regain composure. 'WHAT THE YOU ON ABOUT?!' he called over to me from his boat moored slightly off to the widdershins side of mine. 'LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' i reiterated. alan pondered this for a moment as we both stood, cuttlefish weilding in the yangtze, and then produced a shiny silver teaspoon from his vastly oversized lapel.
The spoon glistened briefly in the weak morning sun and dazzled me in my eyes. i stumbled backwards and caught my foot in a carelessy placed noose as i flailed about in a fit of panic. i toppled overboard and plunged headfirst into the icy depths of the yangtze. my mind raced as i struggled to get my head above water, but on the deck of my yacht i could make out the silhouette of alan leaping to my rescue. he knealt down at the deck's edge and reached out towards me. as his hand broke the surface of the water, i noticed that it was not assuming the traditional rescue grasp position. in fact, the fist was clenched but for the middle finger which was pointed directly skyward. a dull feeling of rage enveloped me as the world began to slip away. i concentrated hard, and with my last burst of energy, leapt from the depths of the river, striking alan square on the chin with my nugget, and sending him cartwheeling back onto his manky little yacht. alan quickly started up his outboard motor and sped off downstream.
that night, i visited his house on the edge of Zhejiang province, and killed his darling wife, greg. |
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| joeh152 |
| quote: | Originally posted by goldenarmZ
Chapter 1
I first met my good chum alan chapman when we were both yachtsmen on the yangtze river back in 1603. It was a cool november morning and the whippets could be heard distantly whelping on the mountain breeze.
Alan and I were both seperately performing our morning duties of skinning the cuttlefish we had collected throughout the night to feed our darling wives, totally unaware of the complicated future that was about to unfold before us. as i picked up a particularly bothersome cuttlefish and attempted to lacerate it's flesh, my stanley knife slipped, plunging from view into the depths of the sparkling yangtze. I cried out '!, I'VE LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' at the top of my lungs, and who should reply, but a young, goat-featured whippersnapper by the name of alan.
Alan had the facial appearence of somebody who has taken one too many kicks in the balls and grown too accustomed to the bitter wince of pain. he wore leather dungarees with a smart blazer beneath, and gave off the air of a man on the edge of sanity with no clue how to regain composure. 'WHAT THE YOU ON ABOUT?!' he called over to me from his boat moored slightly off to the widdershins side of mine. 'LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' i reiterated. alan pondered this for a moment as we both stood, cuttlefish weilding in the yangtze, and then produced a shiny silver teaspoon from his vastly oversized lapel.
The spoon glistened briefly in the weak morning sun and dazzled me in my eyes. i stumbled backwards and caught my foot in a carelessy placed noose as i flailed about in a fit of panic. i toppled overboard and plunged headfirst into the icy depths of the yangtze. my mind raced as i struggled to get my head above water, but on the deck of my yacht i could make out the silhouette of alan leaping to my rescue. he knealt down at the deck's edge and reached out towards me. as his hand broke the surface of the water, i noticed that it was not assuming the traditional rescue grasp position. in fact, the fist was clenched but for the middle finger which was pointed directly skyward. a dull feeling of rage enveloped me as the world began to slip away. i concentrated hard, and with my last burst of energy, leapt from the depths of the river, striking alan square on the chin with my nugget, and sending him cartwheeling back onto his manky little yacht. alan quickly started up his outboard motor and sped off downstream.
that night, i visited his house on the edge of Zhejiang province, and killed his darling wife, greg. |
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| DJ Mikey Mike |
| quote: | Originally posted by goldenarmZ
Chapter 1
I first met my good chum alan chapman when we were both yachtsmen on the yangtze river back in 1603. It was a cool november morning and the whippets could be heard distantly whelping on the mountain breeze.
Alan and I were both seperately performing our morning duties of skinning the cuttlefish we had collected throughout the night to feed our darling wives, totally unaware of the complicated future that was about to unfold before us. as i picked up a particularly bothersome cuttlefish and attempted to lacerate it's flesh, my stanley knife slipped, plunging from view into the depths of the sparkling yangtze. I cried out '!, I'VE LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' at the top of my lungs, and who should reply, but a young, goat-featured whippersnapper by the name of alan.
Alan had the facial appearence of somebody who has taken one too many kicks in the balls and grown too accustomed to the bitter wince of pain. he wore leather dungarees with a smart blazer beneath, and gave off the air of a man on the edge of sanity with no clue how to regain composure. 'WHAT THE YOU ON ABOUT?!' he called over to me from his boat moored slightly off to the widdershins side of mine. 'LOST ME BASTARD KNIFE' i reiterated. alan pondered this for a moment as we both stood, cuttlefish weilding in the yangtze, and then produced a shiny silver teaspoon from his vastly oversized lapel.
The spoon glistened briefly in the weak morning sun and dazzled me in my eyes. i stumbled backwards and caught my foot in a carelessy placed noose as i flailed about in a fit of panic. i toppled overboard and plunged headfirst into the icy depths of the yangtze. my mind raced as i struggled to get my head above water, but on the deck of my yacht i could make out the silhouette of alan leaping to my rescue. he knealt down at the deck's edge and reached out towards me. as his hand broke the surface of the water, i noticed that it was not assuming the traditional rescue grasp position. in fact, the fist was clenched but for the middle finger which was pointed directly skyward. a dull feeling of rage enveloped me as the world began to slip away. i concentrated hard, and with my last burst of energy, leapt from the depths of the river, striking alan square on the chin with my nugget, and sending him cartwheeling back onto his manky little yacht. alan quickly started up his outboard motor and sped off downstream.
that night, i visited his house on the edge of Zhejiang province, and killed his darling wife, greg. |
lmao :haha: :haha: bwahaha :stongue: |
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| Project T |
| quote: | Originally posted by Coup
Luke vs Az
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:nervous: lol |
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| Fundamental |
| quote: | Originally posted by goldenarmZ
that night, i visited his house on the edge of Zhejiang province, and killed his darling wife, greg. |
hahahaha...:stongue: |
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| Az |
| quote: | Originally posted by Project T
:nervous: lol |
don't worry, I haven't got time to do it ;) |
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| Project T |
| quote: | Originally posted by Az
don't worry, I haven't got time to do it ;) |
start filling your pants, i do :stongue: |
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| Spad |
Born in Iraq in 1968, the lovechild of Saheed Al Sahef and a western journalist named Rose O'Callaghanm, Keir spent most of his childhood playing in the minefields and learning to assemble AK-47's. "I found great solace in shooting the poor" Keir recalls. "It must have been my way of dealing with childhood fears and fantasies."
In 1984, due to huge gambling debts his father joined Saddams Regime as Minister of Information and he and his mother returned to her native Ireland. After graduating from Art & Business schools Keir moved to England where he worked for a major American fast food chain for 9 years, accumulating over 3 gold stars in his time there.
Still very interested in the arts however, he began writing illustrated short stories about his time in Iraq, drawing on his knowledge of urban warfare & weaponry. In search of a better life, he left England in 1994 and his travels took him as far as France, Norway and Poland before he finally returned to the UK 3 weeks later and settled in Northampton.
Since then Children (and adults) the world over have enjoyed the antics of his spunky one-legged Iraqi junior soccer hero, Bernard; in such tales as Bernard in Trouble, Bernard and the Smoking Gun, Bernard goes to Baghdad and Bernard meets Osama. And millions of preschoolers enjoy the wonderful adventures of Anthrax Puppy, written by Keir O'Callaghan and illustrated by Anthony Worrel-Thompson.
Keir finds that he works most effectively in the morning. "That’s the best time for me to have creative ideas and thoughts," says Keir.
He writes his books in the quiet setting of his appartment in Northampton, where from his window he can see many of the animals he puts in his stories. |
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| goldenarmZ |
| quote: | Originally posted by Spad
Born in Iraq in 1968, the lovechild of Saheed Al Sahef and a western journalist named Rose O'Callaghanm, Keir spent most of his childhood playing in the minefields and learning to assemble AK-47's. "I found great solace in shooting the poor" Keir recalls. "It must have been my way of dealing with childhood fears and fantasies."
In 1984, due to huge gambling debts his father joined Saddams Regime as Minister of Information and he and his mother returned to her native Ireland. After graduating from Art & Business schools Keir moved to England where he worked for a major American fast food chain for 9 years, accumulating over 3 gold stars in his time there.
Still very interested in the arts however, he began writing illustrated short stories about his time in Iraq, drawing on his knowledge of urban warfare & weaponry. In search of a better life, he left England in 1994 and his travels took him as far as France, Norway and Poland before he finally returned to the UK 3 weeks later and settled in Northampton.
Since then Children (and adults) the world over have enjoyed the antics of his spunky one-legged Iraqi junior soccer hero, Bernard; in such tales as Bernard in Trouble, Bernard and the Smoking Gun, Bernard goes to Baghdad and Bernard meets Osama. And millions of preschoolers enjoy the wonderful adventures of Anthrax Puppy, written by Keir O'Callaghan and illustrated by Anthony Worrel-Thompson.
Keir finds that he works most effectively in the morning. "That’s the best time for me to have creative ideas and thoughts," says Keir.
He writes his books in the quiet setting of his appartment in Northampton, where from his window he can see many of the animals he puts in his stories. |
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lmao.. anthrax puppy, illustrated by anthony worrel-thompson
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btw alan.. if you ever get married, i wanna be best man, cos the story i'm writing now is your speech :p lol |
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