Smooth-eh

Recently, I've been thinking more and more to myself of how routine my days have become this summer. I go on my computer, play games, eat, browse the forums, play more games or watch a movie then sleep.  I kept making excuses on how there was nothing else to do but in the end its all bullshit.  I can't help myself, movies and games have become a drug to me and I am addicted.  I love this community more than anything, but I need to stop playing video games for a while. I'll stay on the forums / get on teamspeak / and even keep mapping a bit every now and again from here on out. I need to do this for myself.  I'll try and keep in touch with mimic to update the server with the newest maps etc. but we will see.  I hope ZE changed for the better during my time and I leave my SO with only one hope. Please keep Zombie Escape alive so we never have to "Populate ZE Go" ever again heh.
Thanks all, its been fun.

I wonder how many staff members are facepalming right now.

wow dis 2 star gets overwatch wtf

Since we are a gaming community and all nerds in one way or another (don't take any offence pls) I thought I'd post this incase some people havent heard of it yet and it's an enjoyable series in my opinion. Enjoy. Or maybe not. Your choice
 

 

 

Why is it that I feel like a golden god and I get lots of kills while playing CS:S but while playing CS:GO I feel like a human being covered in and entirely composed of garbage?

nggaplz

no brainer, Dojima 
 
 

so.... fapping

Diary Entry 27 - The 8th Hour-
 
I'be been camped out on sG forums for what seems like a lifetime hoping to get some clue into the life of the mystical Dojima. His posts are so simple yet, elegant.
 
A slow smile spread across my face as I knew he would soon be returning home from work , and I couldn't stop the thoughts of me and Dojima together in bed. My family mistakenly confused my huge smirk as a warm greeting, hugging me and slapping me on the back. I was incredibly glad to see them. My mother, father, little sister Alice, and big bro Emmett had all taken time out of their chaotic lives, to talk to me this evening. Honestly, they were a great family, and I knew that I was beyond fortunate to have them come to my aid. Unfortunately, it seemed that my dick was making other, less than PG, plans for the evening.
 
I tried to focus on the words my mother was saying, and the comedic commentary Emmett was yapping about, but my dick was twitching and my balls squeezed at the thought of Dojima posting. He was always so fucking good at acting nonchalant on the forums around me,  when it took me every morsel of my control to not ravage his inbox with nudes. 
 
Those fucking 8,176 posts were certainly not helping my dick-twitching situation any. As with his constant spectating of my games, watching my every minute of gameplay. It was as if I could feel his breathing on my neck. He raked his fingers "innocently" through the the firm, dark, mechanical keys, drawing my eyes to the movement and creating a burning need for those to be my fingers tangled and tugging on his black man dreadlocks. My eyes drifted down his entire post history slowly, noticing every detail with precision and familiarity. When I got to the green that filled his reputation history,  that peeked out from the gap between the websites tight, black, background and those damned chat boxes  my fingers twitched with the very real need to reach out and type, only to be read outloud by his big blackman lips. To feel the smooth silk of his voice tangled with the short, stubble hairs within my ears.
 
Just now, I see he's come online to the forums...
 
To be continued

Diary Entry 27 - The 8th Hour-
 
I'be been camped out on sG forums for what seems like a lifetime hoping to get some clue into the life of the mystical Dojima. His posts are so simple yet, elegant.
 
A slow smile spread across my face as I knew he would soon be returning home from work , and I couldn't stop the thoughts of me and Dojima together in bed. My family mistakenly confused my huge smirk as a warm greeting, hugging me and slapping me on the back. I was incredibly glad to see them. My mother, father, little sister Alice, and big bro Emmett had all taken time out of their chaotic lives, to talk to me this evening. Honestly, they were a great family, and I knew that I was beyond fortunate to have them come to my aid. Unfortunately, it seemed that my dick was making other, less than PG, plans for the evening.
 
I tried to focus on the words my mother was saying, and the comedic commentary Emmett was yapping about, but my dick was twitching and my balls squeezed at the thought of Dojima posting. He was always so fucking good at acting nonchalant on the forums around me,  when it took me every morsel of my control to not ravage his inbox with nudes. 
 
Those fucking 8,176 posts were certainly not helping my dick-twitching situation any. As with his constant spectating of my games, watching my every minute of gameplay. It was as if I could feel his breathing on my neck. He raked his fingers "innocently" through the the firm, dark, mechanical keys, drawing my eyes to the movement and creating a burning need for those to be my fingers tangled and tugging on his black man dreadlocks. My eyes drifted down his entire post history slowly, noticing every detail with precision and familiarity. When I got to the green that filled his reputation history,  that peeked out from the gap between the websites tight, black, background and those damned chat boxes  my fingers twitched with the very real need to reach out and type, only to be read outloud by his big blackman lips. To feel the smooth silk of his voice tangled with the short, stubble hairs within my ears.
 
Just now, I see he's come online to the forums...
 
To be continued

Link to Original Post by Jewinator: http://www.joinsg.net/topic/55741-some-russians-get-really-upset-with-me-for-having-a-gay-rights-flag-out/#entry745255
 

example of a good sG warden

Diary Entry 27 - The 8th Hour-
 
I'be been camped out on sG forums for what seems like a lifetime hoping to get some clue into the life of the mystical Dojima. His posts are so simple yet, elegant.
 
A slow smile spread across my face as I knew he would soon be returning home from work , and I couldn't stop the thoughts of me and Dojima together in bed. My family mistakenly confused my huge smirk as a warm greeting, hugging me and slapping me on the back. I was incredibly glad to see them. My mother, father, little sister Alice, and big bro Emmett had all taken time out of their chaotic lives, to talk to me this evening. Honestly, they were a great family, and I knew that I was beyond fortunate to have them come to my aid. Unfortunately, it seemed that my dick was making other, less than PG, plans for the evening.
 
I tried to focus on the words my mother was saying, and the comedic commentary Emmett was yapping about, but my dick was twitching and my balls squeezed at the thought of Dojima posting. He was always so fucking good at acting nonchalant on the forums around me,  when it took me every morsel of my control to not ravage his inbox with nudes. 
 
Those fucking 8,176 posts were certainly not helping my dick-twitching situation any. As with his constant spectating of my games, watching my every minute of gameplay. It was as if I could feel his breathing on my neck. He raked his fingers "innocently" through the the firm, dark, mechanical keys, drawing my eyes to the movement and creating a burning need for those to be my fingers tangled and tugging on his black man dreadlocks. My eyes drifted down his entire post history slowly, noticing every detail with precision and familiarity. When I got to the green that filled his reputation history,  that peeked out from the gap between the websites tight, black, background and those damned chat boxes  my fingers twitched with the very real need to reach out and type, only to be read outloud by his big blackman lips. To feel the smooth silk of his voice tangled with the short, stubble hairs within my ears.
 
Just now, I see he's come online to the forums...
 
To be continued

no brainer, Dojima 
 
 

yeah come on chadron stop talking
 
cyanerd wore tags because he thought it gave him extra exp, and no one explained to him the fact that the joinSG steamgroup gave exp, and not our actual in-game tags. i'm not going to do anything to him, because unless someone can prove otherwise, he has done nothing wrong in my eyes. you, on the other hand, have been abusing an exploit to get more exp on the server. it's pretty clear, and if you want to argue that it's not an exploit, i'm going to call you a retard until you want to agree that it's an exploit.
 
example of something that wouldn't be an exploit but still exp farming: rescuing hosties over and over until you get 15k and get a tome. i've done this a couple times on my knife races, and then used my levelbank on the rest. it's boring as fuck, but it's not an exploit.
 
example of something that would be an exploit: rejoining the server for 16k every ~20 seconds to powerlevel your races. it isn't intended for you to get 16k. i'm sure there could be a fix for this, like disabling shopmenu unless there's 2-4 people on the server, which would piss off everyone that plays after ~2 am. or, we could reset some of your levels for abusing an exploit, and anyone else that abused it can have their levels reset too. 
 
obviously i can't take your levels away, but it'd be pretty lame if you got to keep all of your levels. you don't deserve them. i'm not suggesting you get all of your levels reset, but you really don't need to keep them all.

i suggest we reset your exp, considering it's obviously an exploit.

It's a Nexon game, and after my wallet-crushing addiction to Maplestory many years ago (Around 2K spent in total on it) I am steering very clear of those games.
 
Seems cool though!

in GIF form

clicked play, saw your face, clicked pause
 
Not interested in opinions by a 12 year old  about troll suicides, hear enough of this shit IRL and on facebook.  xD