Gamerdog6482

^^FAIL Anyway, when you become a zombie (via death), you should get fifty points per minute of gametime you spent as a survivor. This way it's less infuriating when you die in the middle of a game and have no points, but not such a big boost that you'd be better off dying later than at the beginning, considering a zombie that starts out as a zombie could easily make more than fifty points per minute.

P:{ I had no idea

What's UZM? *noob*

For the zombies, I mean.

So...what exactly does the Ballistic Knife do?

Just like before, you get a huge yes from me.

How many moderators are there?

Anonymous is Dragonballz's steam name.

Again, the winners shouldn't be rewarded for not doing anything. If anything, those who BOUGHT VIP should get the extra Tomahawk and a Camera Spike.

Instead of the DEAGLE they get the M1911 Upgraded Sights. Instead of the Kar98K they get the Mosin-Nagant.

Wait when did you become a moderator?

No. They should not get more stuff then those who didn't enter because they already bought VIP++. I'd seriously consider quitting the mod forever if this were implemented.

You said post in maps topic topic = thread

I should have entered even though I already have ++.

Anonymous is already VIP

>doesn't back up own claims >says other people are to blame =...what

Then you're illiterate.

That brings me back to facebook.com. This literally proves nothing. It CERTAINLY doesn't prove that you have 2+ years of experience on a ZAM-like server. Hint: there's only one ZAM-like server, and you're not an admin of it.

That's a terrible idea.

If you value your sanity you will read all of it

You asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon. You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe. You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands. I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog.

I logged on EU for the first time today, and was met with something like this (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the point): FLIZARD (don't remember his real name, but it was all caps): CAN VIP PLEASE HELP ME & ROBIN Me: I'm VIP, so is Anon. What did you need help with? FLIZARD: Plz give me PPSH FLIZARD: need ppSh Me: ... Me: VIP can't give guns FLIZARD: NEED PPSH GAMERDOG GIVE PPSH Anonymous: lol Me: Again, VIP cannot give guns. If we could, I wouldn't be using this damn Spectre. FLIZARD: You're using floating DEAGLE! FLIZARD: YOU liar! Give me PPSH! Me: lol FLIZARD: GAMERDOG give me floating deagle and floatint mosin nagant Me: You do not know what you're talking about. Do you even know what VIP does? Anonymous: Very Important Person FLIZARD: Give me poitns Me: dude shut up FLIZARD: fuck you gamerdog Me: lol Anonymous: lol

I really like it when you ignore half my post and then completely fail to provide proof for things I've asked proof for.

Okay.

200th post!