Unreal\'ing the work (Unreal Tournament 2004)
1. So, at the suggestion 4funner'a and in coordination with Carnegine create a theme - Unreal creativity.2. Here we post of different creativity related to UT2004 - pictures, screenshots, poems, prose, etc.
3. The goal - to collect all in one place, to separate, so to speak, the wheat from the chaff, to simplify search, to leave something to posterity and to lift your mood.
4. We post here as a new creative and kopipastom old - which is somewhere in the fetid bowels our forum and our computers.
5. Discuss, flood, etc. - in specially created for this theme - the Discussion of Unreal'tion of creativity.
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To start, lay out the creation of our after-Pushkin - uncle Rider'a:
08.10.2008 01:17 Unreal Tournament 2004 > Asalary, do not turn into pigs!
MIT is the mind, honor and conscience AS PG :) a Little crazy about...
The epic of the Glorious knight of the Mitic and Snake Samerica // read in a singsong voice, with a characteristic whine //
As on the website on Playground,
On Ascolta Yes on the server
Appeared skunk zapaceste,
Two sevens by nickname.
Was it arrogance nemeryannom
Vile and Borz in the extreme,
And possessed by the power of black,
What is called Caterina.
The power that came from the undead,
Lives from an early age
Out on the Moors Cesarskih,
Where aquilera not DIN.
And attacked Assault-server
Illness-death neminuchaya,
Only spawn you step to the side,
Two sevens beats - not a fan.
And not to hide and not to hide
And don't kick the bastard vile,
Only blow nasty
Two of them immediately appears.
The decayed Assault playable,
All the specs have pasupatas,
In the fields for no runs,
All messagi write evil.
But paclical Nice Mitic our
Assalto force military,
Citeren not podgoreanu,
And also adequate.
Oh you Goy art thou, tale igrica!
If you want a fair battle you
Get swords kikuya,
And machi jerk of Samerica!
Don't let the bullshit rozdyhu:
Current bitch will zakonektitsya -
Friendly kick him in the liver
And all his reincarnations!
Chaps all podaralla,
A thick eyebrow was panagaria,
And said: the Seed of zmeyskaya
Right now we server pobyvaem!
Kiki flashed sharp
Whistle bans accurate,
And tore the tries of Samerica,
As there was nasty!
And everything was again top-notch,
Tanks ezdyut, jeep rides,
And the fellowship of the sphere sokou
Enjoy an honest battle.
And tired of the terrible battle,
All chat are tired
And sing the epic collapsible,
About the hero, but about the Mitic!
:)))
The rights of copy-paste:
dvion_ 29.05.10 23:11
Sedna gamali Tim, and I think sobsno)
Raise se mood )))
Песенк0 nazyvaetstso Ping: http://rghost.ru/1747470
And the legend of the Black Assaulter heard?
I told one old veteran, when we were night sitting around the campfire and shared stories...
Well, they say there once was a guy, an average guy, Ivan I think his name was. And he really liked to play assault. So in love, I sat at the computer day and night - is practiced on bots. He really wanted to impress everyone with his skill in the moment when he will be online and he will finally be able for the first time to get online and play PG. Mom was very worried, looking at his son, said: -Vanya, well, at least you eat something!.. But the guy was very focused on training and continued to play with bots, losing weight.
And finally, the day came when he spent the ' net. The guy waited this moment for a very long time and already shaking in anticipation! He entered the address of saltovskoe servers of PG and went to the game!
The map was then, as they say old-timers, junkyard. Both teams played at full strength - he just filled the last open slot by going for the attacker. The game began.
Ivan grabbed the spawn snipe and courageously rushed for PowerCore! It was his triumph! AME, which he had so long trained on boats, was at the height of headshots scattered right and left. Peremahnuv over the fence and grabbing powercor, Ivan hurried back, firing. And now the vehicle is available. Fellow team jumped in and went over bumps, spitting in all directions purple beads.
And Ivan rushed to the lever. Upstairs, hurry up!
Suddenly from the top down spawn started jumping enemies, but the snipe Ivan did not give a miss! One by one the enemies were dead, lifeless bodies fell around him, shot off the heads flew in all directions. Ivan was so excited that almost forgot about the arm...
And then... suddenly someone in voicechat said loudly:
-Baaaa, Yes, it's not 77 by any chance?? It's 77!! I znau it moving!!1
And suddenly there was a terrible. Ivan saw how everyone started to votate for his kik. And it kicked. The mother then told the son that changed in face and in a whisper, looking at one point, said to her:
- Mama, heat up the soup...
When mom came back into the room, the son anywhere was not... it was never found since.
And now, in the darkest night on Friday the 13th, according giancardo haunting shadow with ping 999. Those who are trying to kick, found dead, near their computer, and their hair is gray... Saying it's ugly voice repeats the same thing:
-I don't... I don't 77 77.....
Here's a story, guys.
not really creativity kanesh, but in light of the B. M. probably rolled. before the final, I decided to recall a happy childhood and went to the clearing with the ball))
She dabbled in 3D max and did the model for ут2004 by a manual log Gambling. For lack of imagination, made sibya favorite :)
Over time, the data was lost, leaving only the avatar is cut from a screenshot:
:-)
Poetry !
Dedicate the mysterious stranger :)
When I still left the heat, but if you don't wait for an answer,
no other choice I see as only to erase the remnants of my feelings
and forget about it...
I can only wish all the best to you,
find your life path, love, warmth and happiness.
But do not hope that I will
you can call, write, search, particularly to suffer.
To the last I, you know, has long been no stranger,
will survive, I almost forgot...
And you know, so, perhaps, will be better for you
because I think you're not ready,
to share the weight of what's inside my heart and soul.
It seemed to me that, in essence, you're a good man,
although sometimes the wealth of avid,
look on classmates a lot of friends
supermodel and everything seems in order)).
Well I templates only annoying,
for me the ability to control myself is more important
than selling your emotions left and right.
And only your heat, it remains, suspense,
give rise to anxiety.
But in the other, my excitement probably vain,
has passed so much time...
And if needed, what could help you ?
After all, you don't know Dali,
in places where there are not.
So maybe some advice?
Not likely, because I'm not a woman, sorry :)
Anyway, life taught me not a bad lesson
one erection just can not eat.
And I increasingly think that the pain I have scored off,
the yearning grows, and I'm almost ready to go look for a soul mate.
A lot of girls once was...
I still do not understand :))
With you it was fun while *kiss*
A variation on the theme... ;)
Quietly cools my soul warm
Response to hear your never.
My choice is a foregone conclusion - I should forget you,
Erasing the remnants of the feelings that tormented me.
Go through life boldly, to be myself always.
And let avoid trouble, you all party.
There is a way, I am sure, will be there love,
It will keep you warm, warmth will fill again.
To call, I will not write, the cries were,
Me really gone, the old love.
Long my heart is sore, the whole soul burned,
You were not ready to accept as it is, me.
I believe that good things you, friends, full circle,
Beautiful like an angel and another being.
The flow of different emotions, at times swept me
I was important in the hands to keep yourself.
A little worried that in the future hides,
Beyond the suspense, it scares me.
Comes the understanding that life was empty,
It is not the love of passion, she was full.
Its the Cup I drank, the pain was forgotten, gone,
In nevidannoy given, now she lives.
Ready native soul I meet
And to start all over again, love and warmth to understand it.
Teks... Try navayal romantic story rylnye bots.
Call, for example, the cost of cloning.
Told how in the old tavern,
I met a retired veteran?
It is something hard clenched in his fist,
Sat and vodka drunk zealously.
It is a load off my mind wanted to shake
I was free until dinner
Hand's left for me to give up
To veteran your story told
How was he handsome, young and strong
At all tournaments he took the cups
How happiness destroyed it
Which fate filed directly in the hands of
* * *
And there was a tournament fought Champions.
He fought gloriously, though strong was the enemy
With bated breath, were watched by millions,
As a veteran of the carries the last flag
Ran to the base, an undoubted victory.
Suddenly, a shadow across the path.
He pressed the trigger instantly -
Not failed him yet reflex
One moment that flying rocket
Suddenly stretched out to him for a year.
Her face he saw the stream of light
Elegant and head turning
This flexible, slim as a reed,
Figure only accented armor.
In the eyes sparkle with tiny icicles
Tighten, beckon
Wig slightly disheveled from running,
Sticks out a charming cowlick.
Ah-b was only time to understand
In his soul. That's the verdict.
Managed the fighter thought resignedly:
"The beauty now not forgotten"
And she herself, in battle hot,
Suddenly became so calm in my soul.
It whole body stretched
And ice in his eyes melted away without a trace
For her, the moment stretched out
To remember forever
She took a missile without shouting.
The crash and explosion. And out of love.
And instead of the angelic face
He got only the smoke and the blood.
He had forgotten what I always wanted
Fights, tournaments for the sake of meeting with her.
He was dying, to be reborn again
To search to love me
Find her, and disappointment
Face like steel in the eyes of wall
And no recognition.
It was she -- Not her.
* * *
We drank, ate not poor
Silent soldiers, fell on the table exhausted.
In his fist squeezing hard
He accidentally dropped them on the floor
I picked up a fallen thing
Revealed worn round locket
Crystal rubbed his eyes with cloth
And look what was hidden in it
Figure - a slender reed
With a large pistol in the hand
Looks beautiful from the picture
In a rich black wig...
Phew, was pozhalovalsya. Leave that for later. Someone will come up with a normal rhyme in the penultimate stanza, can inscribe itself in the sponsors.
PS
Generally remade this quatrain.
>Someone will come up with a normal rhyme in the penultimate stanza, can inscribe itself in the sponsors.
You can:
We drank, ate perfectly,
Silent soldiers, fell on the table exhausted.
In his fist squeezing hard
He accidentally dropped them on the floor.
I picked up on my palm
Lies worn old locket.
He opened it with force I will
And look what was hidden in it.
Figure - a slender reed,
With a large pistol in his hand.
Looks beautiful from the picture,
In a rich black wig...
Sometimes in life weird,
when you are pushed together,
and you're not going to stand
becomes all somehow interesting
and what will happen next, so to speak ?
We passed it in childhood,
when we lived an innocent dog
so one day we decided
dog this together to scare.
Throwing anything, wing mate, and it is an infection!
all suffered and did not run away.
And I like the smart, tore the dry Burr,
went and poked her right in the face...
And I'm sure the person, not the dog
when I pushed the limits
did not rush and teeth to chew.
But, not instilling fear, I can only hope
that looking into my soul, they will understand
that bring people to this is not necessary.
Well, but then, I suppose
my soul was clean this time and thoughts are correct.
Many have already met and shook hands and smiled
and smiled at me in response...
The moral of the story is:
not every person, pushing, understands
he pushes you over your limit
so show people the compassion,
as she showed me the dog,
that knocked rush down,
only by biting through the arm slightly
and massaging the hair, sped away...
Very creepy poems :)
Posveshaetsa Halloween.
Also inspired by heavy music and Grotty loneliness.
Age limit: up to 16
Children and pregnant women, it is strongly recommended to refrain from reading, close this window and more in this topic to go :D
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How strange then,
lying below the floor,
I didn't
what can fall even further.
Now mad I am, Hooray !
Well now with,
I do only that
what I did always.
The energy flowing in me
like a virus, it is contagious.
And people are greedy for sensations
in the places that I visit,
sometimes flock together like flies on jam.
But what struck
most of all me
it's a woman.
I've never seen, never noticed them on this side...
I'm going to tempt fate,
stepping into the darkness
I sink into the abyss
in the realm of the Valkyries,
witches, darkness and death,
only order
to find one
and to give his tortured heart,
and maybe to give it to her for fuel...
FLIES!!111 
PS hope you all had ! =))