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  1. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    Butts, indeed.
  2. Hobo

    Editting 'Community Stats', yo?

    Similarly, I have long since retired from Armenian breakdancing.
  3. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    Butt is, in fact, a thing that can be consumed. In more ways than one.
  4. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    Time to fire up RPG Maker. Chrono Cuisine won't make itself (it might clean itself, however, depending on your oven).
  5. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    FUN FACT: Spaghetti noodles were invented in Sweden by an anonymous line cook in 1983. Italy copied the formula from them, and used a time machine to claim they had created it sometime in the 12th century. After stealing Italy's time machine, China went back to the 9th century in order to invent all noodles before anyone else. This, of course, led to the Great Quickening, which caused spacetime to fold eight times over on itself and prevented anyone from taking lunch breaks until 1989. All time travel has since been banned by the United Nations until the year 2183.
  6. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    The exact flavor of Swedish Fish is unknown, even to the Swedes.
  7. Hobo

    What's up, folks!?

    While packing to move back to Ohio recently, I ended up with a box full of . . . well, whatever I could cram into it. After taping the poor thing closed, I wrote "I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE" on the top in huge letters. That sums things up for me quite accurately, as well.
  8. Hobo


    I nearly collected everything. I'm missing a single trophy because it's too hard to get-- Boss Battles on Intense. I may never get it. Also, no one I know plays this game still. Shelf food.
  9. Hobo

    Isolated Blurt Thread

    Magnetar From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia A magnetar is a type of neutron star with an extremely powerful magnetic field, the decay of which powers the emission of high-energyelectromagnetic radiation, particularly X-rays and gamma rays.[1]... ... Magnetars are primarily characterized by their extremely powerful magnetic field, which can often reach the order of ten gigateslas. These magnetic fields are hundreds of millions of times stronger than any man-made magnet,[5] and quadrillions of times more powerful than the field surrounding Earth.[6] Earth has a geomagnetic field of 30–60 microteslas, and aneodymium-based, rare-earth magnet has a field of about 1 tesla, with a magnetic energy density of 4.0×105 J/m3. A 10 gigatesla field, by contrast, has an energy density of 4.0×1025J/m3, with an E/c2 mass density >104 times that of lead. The magnetic field of a magnetar would be lethal even at a distance of 1000 km, tearing tissues due to the diamagnetism of water.[citation needed] At a distance halfway to the moon, a magnetar could strip information from the magnetic stripes of all credit cards on Earth.[7]
  10. Hobo

    The Birthday Badger

    Thanks, SB. 25 years young... a quarter of a century. You'd think I would've learned more, but I still feel like a 16-year-old. Just a really mature, wise 16-year-old. Also, the last real landmark age in this country; I can now rent a car, if I need to. This is final age-related liberty to be specifically granted. From here on out, I'm just going to be getting older with no benefits until I hit the senior-citizen-discount age.
  11. Hobo

    The Birthday Badger

    Thanks, Sir Sasuke of Tits-Avatar.
  12. Hobo

    A Damn Shame

    I first entered the W3 sometime in the late 90s. I didn't do much... I think the first attempt at a "serious" endeavor was Yahoo! Chat RP (as embarrassing as this is), some DBZ message board and, of course, MDbMB. These were the first places where I stuck around for longer than a few minutes at a time. Places where I actually got to know the regulars and made some friends that I still have to this day (I still have an online friend from that DBZ message board, none from RP). Naturally, since my time on the MDbMB led me to the Battle of the Posters, this includes you guys. You're some of the oldest online friends I have. I still talk to a lot of you regularly. Hell, SimBen and I talk pretty much daily, despite his leaving the community. I know I'm not online (on messengers, anyway) as much anymore, because I've pretty much switched to MSN entirely. However, I've been on the cyberspace frontier for ages now, and I've been to bigger communities, made new friends, and, as Doc Brown would put it, seen some serious shit (some I wish I'd never seen at all). However, I find myself thinking of my origins more and more. My e-home, so to speak. If I had to claim an internet hometown, it would be InfiniteUnreality. Not 4chan. Not SomethingAwful. While those places were fun, my interest in them waned, as I realized more and more that they weren't homes. They were malls. Huge expanses of everything and nothing that anyone could want in ten lifetimes. They weren't places I could stumble into drunk and be forgiven. They weren't places I could mess up, big time, and still be welcome to stay. I met a few good friends from these places, but you guys are my crew. You're the guys I come home to. If it wasn't for BOTP sparking my creativity, I doubt I would be who I am today. That being said, it's a damn shame that the community is as despondent as it is. There are posts now and again (yes, I do check this site sometimes, I just almost never log in) but the spirit is gone. The sense of community is gone. Everyone moved on to their own things, mostly school or jobs that take up a lot of time. It almost reminds me of the high school gang that all end up in different colleges or universities (see the cartoon Undergrads) only to keep in sparse contact over the course of their lives. Aside from Sasuke, perhaps, nobody wants to do BOTP anymore. Myself included, sadly. I have brief moments where the novelty hits me, and I get that BOTP feeling again. The drive to create a character sheet and fill it to absolute bursting. However, I know how I am. This is where it ends. I know that, if there were another BOTP, I would more than likely lose interest immediately upon submittal of said character sheet and feel awful about it. Why does this happen? I don't know. I wish I could've been different. I blame myself for ruining the BOTP spirit. Not to say that I was the glue holding everything together (this would sooner be Sasuke), but I can't help but feel partly responsible for the mass exodus of BOTP interest, as I became a recent-addition third pillar in both its cyclical creation and administration, only to quickly abdicate duties as soon as I realized the work involved. I think that, once I became disinterested, others felt it was okay to feel disinterested as well, and nobody tried as hard anymore to keep the machine running. This may or may not be the case, in actuality, but I wish to apologize for it regardless. Of course, the real reason is probably closer to the fact that we all got older, most of us have lives now (I sure as hell don't) and nobody can afford the time investment of a BOTP. Still, it's what kept us together, for the most part. We were a common interest group. Once the common interest was gone, three-fourths of the group vanished. Is this true? It doesn't feel that way to me. I like you guys. Hell, I love you guys. You are all friends, in my book. We've had disagreements and even full-blown arguments, but I still think of you guys, wonder what you're up to, and how you're all doing. I don't think about 4chan that way. I don't think about SomethingAwful that way. Just you guys. You're special. If this forum ever goes down for good, will be as if someone bulldozed my childhood home to the ground. First as Black-Blade, then renovated into InfiniteUnreality, it's still the same place to me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss you guys, and I miss BOTP. I miss the fun we had. I miss the wacky stories and insane fight scenes we used to write together. I miss your characters. I miss the way this place used to be.