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Zombies arn't cause by spores, they are caused by tumors formed on the brain from vast amounts of raditation from unstable usaged of radioactive element 115.

Got it as a gift a week ago Whoops. Well, in the case, excuse me while I put my foot in my mouth. :oops:

Dude, Gears 3 came out tuesday, and you still diddn't finish Gears 2? Admit it, you were never going to finish 2 anyway. :lol:

Paired with the fact that you are a brony? Nope, no issue. Get it? Because it is a horse themed perk... and it gave you a boner... and you watch ponies... argooooooooooo......

"We have that new perk you requested to have installed here at Griffin station Dr. Richtofen." "Thank you Groph. I must say, I do enjoy a good-- WHAT IS THAT!?" "It is the new jingle to it. I sort of like it." "NEIN! NEIN! GET RID OF IT!" "It weights, like, half a ton. Where do you suggest me over it?" "PUSH IT INTO SPACE!" One week later, Groph is stairing out the wind. "What are you looking at?" "(Sigh) The perk machine." "You know, on second though, I sort of like it. Go get a push cart and move it into the bio dome." "Meh. Fine. Let me just get Samantha out of the prymid first. It shouldn't take that long."

Don't forget, it would also be hard to form a walking animation for hellhounds in zero G. Hellhounds are suppose to run up at you and then launch themselves at you. If they did that on moon, they would clear the recieving area in one leap.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HAARP ^This. Honestly, HAARP usage in zombies can go in any number of ways. Maybe they intended to make transmission field on a global scale, allowing them to broadcast to data servants around the world from one location, not unlike what we saw on the Resulka in 69'.

Hum... I'll see what I can do. I'm sure well have a spot somewhere for you if you get that high.

You are just asking for a warning >elbow Yeah, a mod should really do that. :|

Aw, what the hell. You hated Normandy anyway. Let's see where this thing goes.

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Yeah, sorry about that. A lot of the time being a dweller take a little something extra. I know most of the guys in the dweller group by name, and we can all ask in favors whenever needed. Dwellers arn't just users, we're sort of like brothes in arms. :D

It's not based on post count. It is based by sellection by carbonfibah based on who has earned it. It may take years of good informative posts before being placed as a dweller.

Who gives a crap how funny she is! She's creepy, and that's good enough. Still, I freak out ever time I get a mental image in my head of Sam say in Richtofen's body "I've been a naughty girl! HEHEHE!" Dempsey: Ugh... I'm not sure if that turns me on or not...... Nikolai: Well, what is hot to you dempsey, a 12 year old girl or RICHTOFEN!? Takeo:... This is getting far too wierd. b

If you guys keep asking around long enough, Group 601 might just be hiring.

YES I agree with this! Aw... I'm out of the loop. Welcome to the forums. Guy, gal, rock, or tree, if you can be used as a weapon to kill zombies your a friend in my book. I hope you find CoDz to your liking. If there is any issues just come to either the Mods or anyone in the Dweller usergroup. I'm sure some of our IT, theorist, or webforum gurus can fix it. Enjoy your stay in our... THEATER OF THE DAMNED!

That is insane that you put all this time and effort into making those, and that you got to meet Robert Englund. :mrgreen:

Time to play spot the pun. Go nuts. Cool! This still makes me laugh today. :P

(Thanks guys. Sorry I've slowed down, but school just started here.) II: Game Day Davis had never broken in his MP uniform, so as he made his way to bunker 10A he pulled and scratched at his clothing as it rubbed and chafed on his skin. Walking out in broad daylight in the middle of Groom Lake was bad enough. Doing it in a black military police uniform with long sleeves, pant, and body armor just plain sucked. The sun beat down hard on his back, and every step he took towards the command post was a struggle against his own weight. As he approached a series of aluminum bunkers buried deep within the foundation of the lake bed, Davis began searching for the one he was called to. Eventually he found it. While are architecture of these bunkers may have seemed impressive on the outside, the inside were little more than crudely slapped together hovels. Bunker 10A was no exception. The aluminum design was just a façade made to distract from the wooden framework that held up the roof and scaffolding that laid a mere two feet above Isaac’s head. The room itself was filled with about twenty CIA guards from across Area 51. The roommate Isaac knew only as Jack sat on a backwards chair in the opposite corner of the room, looking impatient as ever as the chatter in the room swelled and lowered between different groups of people. It had appeared that all the guards in this room had never been on an official mission either. Passing by several groups of chatting friends, Davis went over to Jack to say hello. “Welcome to the crew Harris,” Jack replied, a certain tone in his voice that Isaac couldn’t identify. “Hey Jack,” Davis shot back, “They’ve got you on this op too?” “Hell, they’ve got everyone,” Jack replied. He looked around the room, “Well, everyone that doesn’t already have clearance on certain sections of Area 51.” “What are you saying Jack?” “Command doesn’t want any one person knowing too many secrets, so they split up the workforce evenly so one guy only knows one thing another might not. That’s why you haven’t had a mission yet, they’ve been saving this lot for something special.” Davis looked around the room. Jack might have had a point. In every direction he looked, each person appeared to be savvy, experienced, and lethal as hell. A few looked like they had seen combat. If the higher-ups really had been saving this group, it meant two things: Davis was considered useful and this operation must be a tough one. Eventually a man with a military build and a buzz cut took to the podium in the front of the bunker. The chatter in the room went silent, everyone paying close attention to their next orders. With a booming voice, the man gave the group their mission briefing. “Gentlemen,” he began, “I am briefing you tonight with the mutual understanding that this conversation never happened. Tonight, at 9:43pm Hanger 18, or largest storage facility here at Groom Lake, will be seeing a series of fluctuating power levels. I am here to tell you that while this is of no concern, we will need a amplitude in the amount of guards needed to protect the facility.” “Hanger 18?” one of the men in the rear of the bunker spoke, “That hanger is inactive. I thought it was for mothballing, cold storage.” “I am not able to tell you the cause of the sudden activity in Hanger 18,” the military man spoke, “But your orders are very clear. You will each be assigned separate areas of the compound surrounding hanger 18. Do not let anyone into the facility… or out. Am I clear on this? You do not stop and ask for identification, you do not ask for a call sign, you do not even check to see if whoever is in your sector is wearing an MP uniform. If you all stick to your patrol schedules you are assigned you will not run into one another, so there should be no chance of friendly fire. You shoot to kill, am I clear?” The room exploded into a “Yes sir!” before the man at the front of the room dismissed the group and told them to report to their handlers for their patrol schedules and partners. Davis looked around the room bewildered, unsure of wear to go. He had never had a handler before. Jack tugged on his uniform. “Hey Harris, can I talk to you outside?” “Sure Jack, I just need to go… go find my schedule.” “The name is Mitch, Davis,” Jack responded, “And I’d like to speak to you outside. I was just assigned as your new handler. Come on, we have a lot to talk about, and I need to get you to the armory.”

Ponygirl66. hehehe... You all know why I'm laughing. I've got to say. I've read Cupcakes... Listened to the song... And now Richtofen holding a pinkie cannon doesn't seem that far off any more. But back on topic. :roll: I think I've gotten a DKing before.

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And lord knows that our brains system here already messed up some of our coding. :ugeek:

Richtoven: The terrifing psyco sadist who plans to take over the world through his assortment of backed goods. It's the perfect plan! But seriously, Richtofen is one jacked-up fruitloop.