Clives: The Dreamer
When I "flirted" with people in game, I tried to make it so anyone reasonably intelligent wouldn't waste my time. I wanted the dumbest of the dumb, mostly in fear of a "Worst Case Scenario", where the John would somehow turn the prank against me. Clives, on the other hand, is what we like to call the "Best Case Scenario".
"Hott" with two t's. "You" with one letter.
Girl, you know it to be true. This guy is a total fucking idiot.
In Clives defense, I don't actually know how Cricket is played.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
"World of Warcraft" has been sucking in cash and fat peoples' souls like a Ghostbusters containment unit, so it only seemed appropriate that Something Awful start up a section devoted to such a noble game. The Art of Warcraft tackles all the hot button ingame issues, and much more!