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General Forums => Wishlist => Topic started by: moot on March 29, 2008, 06:40:28 AM
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In a read-only forum. You could put a few old hands in charge of nominating new ones to the bunch every now and then, HTC would decide what gets in.. or something like that.
Loose rivets
"Banana Monkeys"
"Corky & the Mishun Mastermind Meltdown"
"I go diving down" and other select pieces by Scav
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And a few others worth inclusion:
"If WWII was a multiplayer game"
Those with copyrights would get full credit, etc. It'd be nice if they could be read on the board, rather than linked to. HTML editing could be given to the moderators of the forum where needed..
Any others? Stripper Web and PETAwars were funny, but probably a bit unclear to some new guy and not related to flight simming at all.
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"Filth Interviews HiTech (Well, Sorta)"
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The book of dweeb would be another good one.
I haven't seen it in years.
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@ Shifty :)
http://www.virtualpilots.fi/feature/articles/bookofdweeb/
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"The Voss Chronicals" could be a BBS on it's own.
-Sik
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-MZ- Archived a bunch of the old AW stuff when AW shut down.
http://bbs.hitechcreations.com/smf/index.php/topic,6688.0.html
-SB-
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"The Voss Chronicals" could be a BBS on it's own.
-Sik
Best thread ever.
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Hangtime had a good one way back when about a fight he had with his cat that resulted in the cops being called. That one had me in stitches.
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LMAO Thanks Steely! :aok
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There was a thread some time ago, I think it was Waffle and some other fellow smackin' it out via ingenious graphics. Unforgettable.
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There was a thread some time ago, I think it was Waffle and some other fellow smackin' it out via ingenious graphics. Unforgettable.
JB88 vs Waffle, funny!
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The Graffiti Nilsen's Picture thread
Bloodninja
MOAT
Wittle Guys thread
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That squad recruitment thread, with PT boats or something "Akira" or other.. :lol
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Hangtime had a good one way back when about a fight he had with his cat that resulted in the cops being called. That one had me in stitches.
you can't make a comment like that without leaving a link
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http://bbs.hitechcreations.com/smf/index.php/topic,12957.0.html
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Dumbtruck
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Furball's N00k! comic should feature, too.
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That squad recruitment thread, with PT boats or something "Akira" or other.. :lol
http://bbs.hitechcreations.com/smf/index.php/topic,52499.0.html
Sigh, I wish I still had the PT boat.
-Sik
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Many who played WarBirds and were on the boards will remember Toad's Wingless Cafe (http://wingless.flyingcarrot.com). Carrot's Mum, God bless her, offered to host the old stories. Look for the link to the "archives", about 3/4 of the way down the page. But do read that first page of Toad's. Funny stuff.
Oh, and someone on that Finnish website badly munged the Book of Dweeb. For example, here's the original version of my Psalm:
"How might I more targets hit?!?!"
Yon Dweeb doth wail, and pitcheth fit.
His fists he shaketh, heaving sobs
Do rend the air nigh yon poor slob.
The barkeep, Debbie, pours more ale
Thus hoping to delay the tale
Which needs must emanate from one
So pale and wan, as plants sans sun.
"Months on end have I well flown
Yet few, the triumphs have I known.
Yon FTD, with torque so mild,
I've piloted, as something wild.
Heads of Hammer, Slides of Tail
These and more, my Holy Grail!
Roll Warps, Alt FFour, Slow Chicane!
I now well know the Tricks Arcane.
And yet for nought have I such moves
Spun through icy altitudes,
Betimes my gunnery doth SUCK!
If foe I hit, 'tis simply luck!
For each five score of slugs I spray
The number'd hits 'neath Five do lay!
With such slow pace, Eternity
Wilt ne'er crown 'Vet' on lowly me!"
The Dweeb doth cry, the Dweeb doth sob
The Dweeb his teary face doth daub.
Then all heads turn en masse to face
The one who calleth out, "Pray, peace!"
A Vet there is, perched at the bar
And stareth he, at vistas far
Which only in his mind do lie
At yon Dweeb's rants, he bursts out, "Fie!
When thou sprayest as a bub'ling kettle
Shalt then thy target know thy mettle.
Listen, Dweeb, as I recite
The remedy for thy dire plight:
If thou seest icon Five
Fire, and yet he shall survive.
Wait thou patiently, and more.
Hold, fire not, bore in past Four.
'Ere thou firest, wait to see
Thy range hath fallen below Three.
When thou spiest icon Two,
Then, yea THEN, thy bullets spew!
Chew him up! Belch forth thy flame!
Watch the buffer for his name.
When thou spy it, trumpet loud
On one hundred, as allowed.
Insult, taunt him! Let all see
Thy craven depths of Dweebery.
For tho' thou hast thy bullets master'd
'Struth! Thou art yet still a bastard!
Never wilt thou understand
The play's the thing that makes the man!"
With that thus thundered, out he strides.
The murmur 'mongst the Dweebs subsides.
Sweet Debbie pours more ales all 'round.
The Dweebs, afrighted, make no sound.
But soft, what rumble then is heard?
'Tis sure not meet, to name it 'word'...
"How might I more targets hit?!?!"
Yon Dweeb doth wail, and pitcheth fit.