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I think I'll give that game a Schot, looks like a lot of fun ...
So you're going to give the game to Schot or give Schot to the game?
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Couldn't resist.
Are those Gogo's pants! No wonder he doesn't like to wear them, they're a tad small!!
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Majel Barrett (mrs gene roddenberry) ... passed away today from Leukemia, she was 76.
The only one I won't miss when he leaves is William Shatner. Of the others, I think it hit me the most when DeForest Kelly passed with a close second in James Doohan.
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... When I click on them it get redirected to Imageshack.us
Because that is where the image is stored for display. In case you didn't realize, they are no longer used. Take a look at the date of the last post just before yours. What you have done is called NecroPosting; it's a very [D.A.R.K.] practice!
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Arriving in Heaven
A man arrives at the gates of Heaven.
St. Peter asks, "Religion?"
"Methodist," the man says. St. Peter looks down his list, and says, "Go to Room 24, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8."
The next man in line steps up.
"Religion?"
"Baptist." "Go to Room 18, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8."
The third man in line steps up to St. Peter.
"Religion?"
"Jewish." "Go to Room 11, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8."
The man says, "I can understand there being Different rooms for different religions, but why must we all be quiet when we pass Room 8?"
"Well, the Catholics are in Room 8," St. Peter replies, "and they think they're the only ones here."
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I wondered why a catacomb/cellar door in Old Naval Port ...
Try going back to the North and look for a path that leads East and then South ...
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... Has anyone else found this!? ...
This is the same way it worked in Sacred and Sacred Underworld, I'm not surprised it works this way in Sacred 2. I used to get to a point where a quest failed and use Alt-F4 to try again.
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I thought I had created a humor topic in here but, upon searching for it, couldn't find one. I will now create one to subject you to my form of humor ...
I will start with:
The Bell Ringers: The Whole StoryIt was an ancient, but rather inconsequential village situated along a road less traveled, about a day's walk northwest of Calcutta, India. There was little there in the way of commerce and the people, who were either farmers or herdsmen, lived close to the land, depending upon it to yield a living. Beyond survival, there was little to brighten their day. Occasionally they would have the opportunity to show hospitality to a traveler who took the wrong fork at the intersection about eight miles back.
They were an humble people who had few possessions of which to boast. But there was one thing in which they took great pride. The stone temple which had stood for centuries in the center of the village was the focal point of their entire social life. The one thing they had desired and worked toward obtaining for the last two hundred years had finally been secured a large bronze bell for the temple belfry.
One day there was a little excitement in the village. It seems that a farmer coming from the field where he had gathered a few turnips stopped his wagon beside the house where he usually did, unhitched the donkey and led him to the stall. He told his children to get the turnips out of the wagon and take them to the watering trough and wash them. The problem arose because the farmer, distracted by the children's joyful squeals, forgot to place a chock under the wagon wheel. The wagon grew lighter as the turnips were removed and with the jostling of the children it began to roll backward. There were two smaller children in the wagon who, by the time they perceived the wagon was rolling, were afraid to jump out so they began to scream.
The road leading out of the village was not very steep and the friction of the wheel bearings prevented the wagon from gaining much momentum, but it had a good head start on the men of the village who, at first, had ignored the children's screams. However, without intervention it was certain that the wagon would run off the road and down the steep hillside resulting in severe injury to the children. As luck would have it, there was a stranger walking up the hill into the village, and perceiving the danger to the children ran toward the approaching wagon. Upon reaching the wagon he ran alongside until his speed matched that of the wagon and then by getting in front of it he managed to retard its progress until it came to a stop.
The men of the town quickly arrived and chocked the wheels and gratefully retrieved their children who were now safe. They gathered around the young hero, slapping him on the back and expressing their gratitude for his brave act. His bravery was all the more marveled at because, as the men of the town quickly noticed, the young man had no arms!
The assembled group escorted the young hero into the village square singing his praises to everyone there. After some of the excitement died down the village leaders began to talk of how they might reward the young hero. Our hero declined the necessity of any reward. The leaders, however, insisted it would not be right to fail to bestow some sort of honor for this brave act. After much debate, the priest who served at the temple stepped forward to address the group.
"For eight generations the people who worship at this temple have brought special offerings out of their meager earnings for the purpose of purchasing a fine bronze bell to call the people to assemble. Such a bell would be very expensive and many have made great sacrifice to purchase it. We have just recently installed that bell in our temple and it is rung only for special occasions. The people of this village would consider it a great honor to themselves for a man of your caliber to ring our bell.... but I see you have no arms, so how would it be possible?"
Our hero replied, "I would indeed be honored to ring your bell. Since I was born without arms I have learned that there other ways to accomplish what is to be done. Take me to the belfry and I will find a way to ring it."
The priest and some village leaders and our hero ascended the stairs to the belfry. Our hero told the others to stand back so that the bell could swing freely. He then placed his forehead against the rim of the bell and pushed. The bell swung a few inches and stopped. Our hero let the bell swing back toward himself and as it slowed he placed his forehead against it and pushed again. By careful timing of his pushes he was able to get the bell to swing a little farther with each successive push. Just as the bell was swinging almost enough for the clapper to strike, a bird nesting above the bell was disturbed and flew out past our hero. The movement startled him and upset his timing so that he rushed the next push. The swinging bell met his forehead with such momentum that our hero was knocked completely out of the belfry and fell to the ground below.
Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. The young hero they had wanted to honor now lay dead as a result of their good intentions. A terrible tragedy! The priest lamented, "He whom we wanted to honor we have killed, and we never even asked him his name. He is a stranger to us, but it may be that he lives in a nearby village. Everyone come and take a good look at him and see if you know him."
So the people lined up and filed past the young hero's body, but each one failed to identify him. Near the end of the line an old lady stood leaning on her cane peering at the young man. Finally she spoke, … "I can't call his name, but...his face sure rings a bell."
There was nothing to do but to give the young man a decent funeral and burial. They put him in a borrowed casket and assembled the entire village to pay him homage. They all entered the temple and closed the doors and began the eulogies.
Just after the doors of the temple were closed a stranger came up the road toward the village. Arriving there he was perplexed to see the village apparently deserted. He walked all around peering into doorways and marveling that the entire population of the village seemed to have vanished. After a while he heard muffled sounds coming from the temple so we went to investigate. Finding the doors locked he knocked and an usher came out.
"Stranger," the usher said, "The whole village is here for a funeral service. Is there something you need?"
"I was just looking for my brother," the stranger replied. "If anyone in the village has seen him they would know him for he has no arms. Do you know if he has been here?"
"Stranger," the usher replied, "I have some bad news. Your brother, who was a hero to us, was killed in a tragic accident and it is his funeral service we are holding here."
The usher went into the temple and interrupting the eulogies announced to the assembled people the arrival of the stranger at the door. Of course, this stopped the funeral proceedings. After some confusion and explanations to the stranger about all his brother had done, the priest said, "Stranger, it was our intention to honor you brother by allowing him to ring our new bell. I think it only fitting that, in light of all that has happened, you should ring the bell on his behalf."
The stranger agreed and he and the village leaders ascended the stairs to the belfry. "We have not yet been able to purchase a rope long enough to reach the vestibule," said the priest, "but we have our best short rope on the bell." The stranger wrapped the rope around his hand so that he had a good grip and gave a mighty tug. Their best rope broke! The stranger lost his balance, staggered backward and over the parapet to the ground below.
You cannot imagine the stunned surprise; the gasps of disbelief; the wails of agony that ensued. It is just not possible that two such tragedies occur in the same day. After the people had begun to collect their wits the priest said, "You know, in all the excitement of the brother of our hero arriving here, we never did ask his name. Does anyone here recognize this man?" The people lined up as before and looked carefully at the stranger, but no one recognized him. Finally the same old lady as before studied his face intently while leaning on her cane and said, . . . "I can't call his name, but... he's a dead ringer for his brother!
So once again the church was left without a bell ringer. An advertisement was placed in the local paper and within days a young man who possessed two stout arms applied for the job. The pastor was greatly impressed with the fellow's bell-ringing skill, and he offered the job. The young man accepted and the pastor began to fill out some paperwork. He said, "Now what is your name?"
The fellow replied, "I cannot tell you, but I will whisper it to the bell." Now this seemed somewhat unusual to the pastor, but he needed a bell ringer, so he nodded his approval. The young man leaned toward the bell, cupped his hands around his mouth, and whispered something unintelligible to the bell. The pastor, wondering if he was doing the right thing, left the young man to his work.
For weeks the skies above the city were filled with the most glorious tones imaginable, until one day -- quite by accident -- the young man slipped, fell out the side of the belfry, and plunged to his death upon the pavement below.
A crowd gathered 'round; a policeman knelt beside the body; the pastor walked outside to investigate the commotion. The policeman looked up at the pastor and asked, "Do you know this man's name?"
The pastor paused, and then replied slowly, … "No, he tolled the bell."
So once again the church was left without a bell ringer. An advertisement was placed in the local paper and within days another young man who possessed two stout arms applied for the job, and the pastor asked him to demonstrate his skill with the rope.
The man replied, "I have no need for the rope--just watch this!" With that, he dropped his jaw, tilted his head backward, and produced a perfect E above high C. As he held the note, the bell began to resonate with sympathetic vibrations, and a beautiful tone could be heard throughout the city. The beauty of the sound was incredible, and the man was hired on the spot. With his unique skill, it soon became obvious that the man could ring the bell without even entering the belfry.
Each day at noon he would simply walk along the sidewalk by the church, drop his jaw, tilt his head backward, produce a perfect E above high C, and ring the bell to the amazement of all. Until one day, quite by accident, the vibrations caused the rope holding the bell to snap, and the bell flew out the side of the belfry, plunged toward the ground, and crushed the man to his death upon the pavement below.
A crowd gathered 'round; a policeman knelt beside the body; the pastor walked outside to investigate the commotion. The policeman looked up at the pastor and asked, "Do you know this man's name?"
The pastor paused, and then replied slowly, "No, but … he was a real humdinger!"
So another fellow applied for the bell ringer's job. He also had no arms. Like one of his predecessors he would strike the bell with his face, ringing a perfect note. However, he often missed or hit the wrong bell, which ruined the ringing.
After a couple of weeks, the bishop came to the abbot and said, "You've got to let that bell ringer go. The people don't know when he's ringing a mass, a high mass or the hour of the day."
"I understand." answered the abbot.
"What made you hire him in the first place?" the bishop asked.
"Well, his face had a certain appeal."
A GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN RE-WORD
- Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.
- A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.
- A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean a mother.
- Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
- I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.
- Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.
- Corduroy pillows are making headlines.
- Sea captains don't like crew cuts.
- Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
- A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.
- Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
- Without geometry, life is pointless.
- When you dream in color, it's a pigment of your imagination.
- Reading while sunbathing makes you well-red.
- A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
- Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.
- When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.
- A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two-tired.
- What's the definition of a will- (Come on, it's a dead giveaway!)
- A backwards poet writes inverse.
- A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
- With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
- Show me a piano falling down a mineshaft, and I'll show you a flat minor.
- When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
- The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
- You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
- Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
- He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
- Every calendar's days are numbered.
- A lot of money is tainted. It t'aint yours and it t'aint mine.
- A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
- He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
- The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
- Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.
- Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.
- When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
- Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.
- Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
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... I'm finding myself chiming in with Spock here...secrets, secrets, we want secrets!
Actually, if she is still Beta Testing, I'm sure she is bound by an NDA that would preclude her giving away anything useful. Many NDA's lock out and discussion even after no longer actively testing. I know this from helping to test other games myself.
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... Sacred 2 PC version is a title I have worked on, though don't try to find me in the credits, only those who were on the project in June 2008 (or earlier) are listed.
So, what deep, dark secrets can you tell us about Sacred 2? Any Easter Eggs, cheat codes, back doors to defeating bosses?
... I'm a fan of the Diablo 2 genre, ...I bought 2 copies of the game just so I could play on my LAN when my children visited. Still have them, don't play much any more though ... still waiting for my Sacred 2 to show up.
...She looks for true love and someone to understand her (who and what she is), and heal her wounds. Much to ask, but I see nothing else that could make her happy.Keep looking, I'm sure the perfect mate is out there just waiting to find you. Just make sure the someone you find is truly the one and don't hesitate once you're sure.
I met my current and only wife over 40 years ago and we were married within 6 months! I don't know how she really feels about it all but it was the best thing that ever happened to me! She has given me two beautiful children who have both been married themselves for some years and given us 4 grandchildren. When I look back over our years together, I realize that everything good that has come to be is because of her. I hope you find the same happiness.
... I still would play games, but I probably would have different reasons.Here's hoping that you find a different reason to play as soon as possible and that the darkness is always brightened by those you interact with, both online and in RL.
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... Now if I could only figure out how to block pings from the WAN. There is a setting for it but it doesn't seem to work.
I don't know about pings but, as I said earlier, if you limit valid connections to only those wireless connections that are listed in the MAC address list, no one else will be able to use your network but those you allow in.
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... the bad news is that I'm going to kick your butt.
Careful there, women know how to fight dirty!
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... I replaced my aging dlink 604 with a Linksys WRT54GS--A wireless G model with enhanced speed. ... Any tips?
I vaguely remember owning a WRT54GS but when I looked just now the model I'm currently using is a WRT55AG and I'm having no problems with it. I think I sent the 54GS back because I was having problems with it ...
- Have you tried connecting the laptop with all wireless security turned off? If you can connect then, it tells you at least that the router is working properly,
- Have you tried only having your cable modem and the router connected with only a single computer hardwired to it?
I have my security set so the MAC code for the computer trying to connect has to be on the list or the connection is not allowed. That will keep your wireless network secure even if you don't have any other security set, though I also have wired security set on this one. Seems to me I was having trouble with the security component of the 54GS and that's why I returned it.
Sorry for the vague reply but it has been a long time ago.
- Have you tried connecting the laptop with all wireless security turned off? If you can connect then, it tells you at least that the router is working properly,
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Spock accepts the royalty fee and donates it to the Ancarian Orphan's Fund - an organization dedicated to funding spousal shopping trips since they are Sacred orphans.
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Found an interesting link some of you may appreciate. Gogo, don't bother looking, I'm sure you wouldn't like it.
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The link I gave only shows a part of the first episode. The last part can be viewed => here <=.
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... (lord was a us sailor for almost 7 years til they broke him and returned him)
I was only in for a little over 22 years ...
You got your hands on Sacred: Underwear? ...It's really amazing what you can do when you're underhanded ...
In the words of some old dude.... Fascinating...Plagiarism!! And watch it, I'm not old, just well used!
As for SC / HC we're definitely for both. ...I figured as much. I just have to find some use for my website now.
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Which reminds me ...
Schot, if you don't want to finish the registration process on my forum, please let me know so I can remove your partial entry.
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That's not a condition..yet
In that case, I shall allow you to add me to your membership roles.
... So if he says your humor is weird then I am very afraid. ...As you should be ...
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If I'm accepted there will have to be one condition. I absolutely refuse to play computer games without any pants!
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I have yet to receive my retail version of Sacred 2 but want to have a trusted group to play with when it I finally get it.
I have been a member of the SIF for a few months and many of you may recognize me from there. I have also been a member on here and think I have met the 20 post limit for membership application.
I just got back from Amsterdam, Germany, and Budapest with an overload of photos, so will be putting a lot of time into sorting through those but other than that, my main daily activities will be eating, walking with my wife (we're trying to keep our strength up in case we are able to make another trip), and playing Sacred 2.
Sleep? Well, perhaps a little. I get awfully grumpy if I don't get at least 6 hours sleep out of every 35. That tends to give me a little more time to accomplish nothing than everyone else has.
Oh yes, ask Schot and Gogo, I have a really weird sense of humor ...
I have my own website and forum for teaching and set up a fan site with forum for Sacred 2 that so far hasn't gone anywhere. If most of the members on here like to play HC, perhaps we could use my Sacred 2 forum as an alternate gathering place for those who prefer SC ... or not as the case may be.
As far as what do I have to offer the Clan, to be totally honest, not much. I like to play, I prefer helping others and extreme exploration to PvP and high scores. If my play style fits in, then I would help in whatever way I could but I do have a life outside of Sacred 2 which has to come first. Unfortunately, I no longer live under my parents roof. In fact, I stopped doing that back in 1965 give or take a few months.
If I'm admitted, I think it would be a unique opportunity for us all to get to know each other better. If not, I will understand and will probably still come around and bug people here simply because I enjoy so much of what is going on.
L8R!
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Knuckles, just how exactly are you bugging your way up those places?
I don't think he actually is ...
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couple more...
Don't lose your footing in that first one ...
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... looks like ill be in the cold and s#$% (the word is foul language around my house - but its used to name the white rain that falls) for a while longer
You could come down to Maryland and visit us for a few weeks. It's not the balmy south but it has to be warmer than where you are. We also have a house in northern Florida we are trying to sell ... interested?
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It's too big, I can only fit 2/3rds of it on my screen at once!
Great job, now I know why you haven't been around much. Hope your idea of having others help works well.
How did EPox convice wifey that he may buy Sacred 2
in The Daily Grind: Real life right here!
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I usually find that we don't get too much else of importance done when I start massaging ...