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Rare here. This thread is for posting anything we find from the very original first Daisy Owl forum. Thanks Sam for all of the uncovered gems!
RareExam results
I haven't done this semesters college exams but I do know last semesters exams. Grades are pretty simple here, 100% is the best you can do going down. Psychology 131 - N/A (have to talk to my teacher to fix some things) Predicting a 70% in that class. Criminal Justice 131 - 80% Criminal Justice 132 - 93% College English 131 - 94%
I think karma is okay in moderation, but karma parties have to stop. They're basically sex cauldrons for karma brewers who spread their phalanges to infect members with Karma STD's.
Country driving I think is different cause of the lack of people out there. You compare Los Angelos to, say, that rural area where no one ever finds out about unless they take a wrong turn down a road because their map reading skills are crap, or their GPS is acting up, you will a huge difference in driving laws and enforcements. Driving up to my Grandpa's house, barely anyone was on the road, and people were speeding without being stopped. You try speeding in Los Angelos and you probably won't even make it a block before someone kicks your ass. You have to remember, cops are underpaid as it is, and overworked. It's hard to get resources and officers as it is, so I think the less popular areas of the world go with less road monitoring. It's really an issue with money, and the morals and subculture laws in that area.
Someone minused Computer Guy and the only reason I can think of is its because he accidentally double posted. If that is the case, minuses are not necessary because A) Computers act up all the time, and if he was spamming, he would have done it more then twice, and, B) A mod can easily take care of it. This isn't Penny Arcade people. (Yes I went there).
packie
I have a story idea (I will TRY VERY HARD to not lose motivation and quit)
Ok, now I'm getting ideas for a short story as well...
It'll probably be something about a world quite late in the aftermath of nuclear war, maybe at the end of a nuclear winter, using remains of modern stuff and steampunk...
Maybe something about sky-pirates...
(yeah, MAD and nuclear winter are my favorite subjects lately)
Rare Jr. and SB8 got out of the doctor's quarters and headed towards the bridge, but plans were hindered when SB8 got a message on his scouter (IT'S OVER 9000!): "Hey, you know the planet that we're really close to? Yeah, whilst doing scouting my ship crashed, I found a bar and got kinda drunk. Can you come pick me up? Thanks." 2me's voice said over the scouter. Rare and SB8 exchanged looks then laughed. "Let's go get Lieutenant-Commander 2me back!" SB8 said. Suddenly, he had a sudden revelation. His Spitfire was still in the Garage! He'd go use that. The pair went down to the garage where SB8 kicked the Spitfire's tyres to check pressure. "Yep, good to go." SB8 said. "Let's a Go!" SB8 picked up Rare and put her in the ((I don't wanna say this word, but it's the only one I know! Ughhh let's use it.)) cockpit ((shudder)) first before jumping in himself. "Lapsies!" Rare Jr. said enthusiastically. "Sure thing!" SB8 said. They switched seats, and SB8 did some final checks. "Air?" SB8 said. "Full!" Rare Jr. responded "Petrolwm?" SB8 asked. "Full!" Rare Jr. said again. "Pressure?" SB8 said finally. Before Rare could answer, Maximo Park's 'Apply some pressure' played over speakers. "Damnit!" SB8 said. He turned off the record and started the engines. "3...2...1..." Rare said "BOOOM! I-I mean Blastoff!" The plane launched out the back of the Owl's Revenge, and they flew towards the Red Planet. "What's this mom?" Rare said. "Oh right." SB8 said, humoured. "That's the 7.62mm turret. If you see something attacking us feel free to get on that. Go ahead and make some gun sounds and pretend to fire if you want!" SB8 said. "Yay!" Rare shouted. She jumped on the turret and started to play. "Pewpewpew!" She said. The voyage (ish) continued for another 15 minutes, filled with Bill Cosby jokes and firing of the turret, until SB8 finally said: "Ok Rare, we're here. Let's go find 2me." The planet looked somewhat derelict, but that didn't bother the pair. They'd seen worse for sure. They walked a few paces from the ship, when they saw a small building. It looked like a tavern of some form. "They might know where toooomeeeeey is!" Rare said. "Good point, let's check it." SB8 replied. The two pushed the saloon style doors open, and they saw inside a rather disturbed barmaid and a figure lying on the pool table. "Whaddaya want?!" The barmaid said, apparently annoyed. "The dude on the table if you don't mind." SB8 said slightly frightened by this woman, who was so sharp when she spoke. "Take him!" she said. "Taketaketake!" "Uh... Come on 2me." SB8 said. The figure groaned, got up and followed SB8 and Rare Jr. out of the bar, as the barmaid poked them with a broom. "It's been one of those days. Come on Rare." SB8 said.
Rare here. This thread is for posting anything we find from the very original first Daisy Owl forum. Thanks Sam for all of the uncovered gems!
RareExam results
I haven't done this semesters college exams but I do know last semesters exams. Grades are pretty simple here, 100% is the best you can do going down. Psychology 131 - N/A (have to talk to my teacher to fix some things) Predicting a 70% in that class. Criminal Justice 131 - 80% Criminal Justice 132 - 93% College English 131 - 94%
I think karma is okay in moderation, but karma parties have to stop. They're basically sex cauldrons for karma brewers who spread their phalanges to infect members with Karma STD's.
Country driving I think is different cause of the lack of people out there. You compare Los Angelos to, say, that rural area where no one ever finds out about unless they take a wrong turn down a road because their map reading skills are crap, or their GPS is acting up, you will a huge difference in driving laws and enforcements. Driving up to my Grandpa's house, barely anyone was on the road, and people were speeding without being stopped. You try speeding in Los Angelos and you probably won't even make it a block before someone kicks your ass. You have to remember, cops are underpaid as it is, and overworked. It's hard to get resources and officers as it is, so I think the less popular areas of the world go with less road monitoring. It's really an issue with money, and the morals and subculture laws in that area.
Someone minused Computer Guy and the only reason I can think of is its because he accidentally double posted. If that is the case, minuses are not necessary because A) Computers act up all the time, and if he was spamming, he would have done it more then twice, and, B) A mod can easily take care of it. This isn't Penny Arcade people. (Yes I went there).
packie
I have a story idea (I will TRY VERY HARD to not lose motivation and quit)
Ok, now I'm getting ideas for a short story as well...
It'll probably be something about a world quite late in the aftermath of nuclear war, maybe at the end of a nuclear winter, using remains of modern stuff and steampunk...
Maybe something about sky-pirates...
(yeah, MAD and nuclear winter are my favorite subjects lately)
Rare Jr. and SB8 got out of the doctor's quarters and headed towards the bridge, but plans were hindered when SB8 got a message on his scouter (IT'S OVER 9000!): "Hey, you know the planet that we're really close to? Yeah, whilst doing scouting my ship crashed, I found a bar and got kinda drunk. Can you come pick me up? Thanks." 2me's voice said over the scouter. Rare and SB8 exchanged looks then laughed. "Let's go get Lieutenant-Commander 2me back!" SB8 said. Suddenly, he had a sudden revelation. His Spitfire was still in the Garage! He'd go use that. The pair went down to the garage where SB8 kicked the Spitfire's tyres to check pressure. "Yep, good to go." SB8 said. "Let's a Go!" SB8 picked up Rare and put her in the ((I don't wanna say this word, but it's the only one I know! Ughhh let's use it.)) cockpit ((shudder)) first before jumping in himself. "Lapsies!" Rare Jr. said enthusiastically. "Sure thing!" SB8 said. They switched seats, and SB8 did some final checks. "Air?" SB8 said. "Full!" Rare Jr. responded "Petrolwm?" SB8 asked. "Full!" Rare Jr. said again. "Pressure?" SB8 said finally. Before Rare could answer, Maximo Park's 'Apply some pressure' played over speakers. "Damnit!" SB8 said. He turned off the record and started the engines. "3...2...1..." Rare said "BOOOM! I-I mean Blastoff!" The plane launched out the back of the Owl's Revenge, and they flew towards the Red Planet. "What's this mom?" Rare said. "Oh right." SB8 said, humoured. "That's the 7.62mm turret. If you see something attacking us feel free to get on that. Go ahead and make some gun sounds and pretend to fire if you want!" SB8 said. "Yay!" Rare shouted. She jumped on the turret and started to play. "Pewpewpew!" She said. The voyage (ish) continued for another 15 minutes, filled with Bill Cosby jokes and firing of the turret, until SB8 finally said: "Ok Rare, we're here. Let's go find 2me." The planet looked somewhat derelict, but that didn't bother the pair. They'd seen worse for sure. They walked a few paces from the ship, when they saw a small building. It looked like a tavern of some form. "They might know where toooomeeeeey is!" Rare said. "Good point, let's check it." SB8 replied. The two pushed the saloon style doors open, and they saw inside a rather disturbed barmaid and a figure lying on the pool table. "Whaddaya want?!" The barmaid said, apparently annoyed. "The dude on the table if you don't mind." SB8 said slightly frightened by this woman, who was so sharp when she spoke. "Take him!" she said. "Taketaketake!" "Uh... Come on 2me." SB8 said. The figure groaned, got up and followed SB8 and Rare Jr. out of the bar, as the barmaid poked them with a broom. "It's been one of those days. Come on Rare." SB8 said.
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