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!
:)))
Kakby small reanimate:
To live in darkness
that of course is
your some drive and interest.
But honestly,
this life is getting to me.
I can't wait to find a job
tie with metal,
to quit Smoking
eyes open again,
to see everything
and start all over again :)
Well, another little piece, I don't know what inspired it, probably Mayakovsky, not otherwise :D
Proud fluder
When some passerby in the crowd,
I suddenly asked:
Hey, Tovarisch !
And you casually do not fluderast ?
I then, proudly raising his head, I will answer:
Yes, I'm one of them!
And like any honourable fluder
I write on the Internet in order
to hurt your cyberdude,
and kick them out of your drawers into reality.
:DDD
Me in comments asked
why did you write a game unrelated things.
Answer
when the computer was, my Aquila was a game
now that the comp did not, my unreal - romance ! =)
After all, it is obvious emoe..
Anyway correct me if I'm wrong,
but this forum, as before
continues to follow the canons
written back in the days
when moder was h111.
Well, if so, then
what can be to me to present ? =))
Anyway, don't like it, write and create themselves :P
And damn me too I mean, ф0наты gathered :ü
Once indulged, when there was only slang UT^^
FABLE
Glasses, Czech and Father.
Caught sight of once Bespectacled Czech...
On the box the top he climbed
And plump to eat Czech here
But aiming the wretch had suffered
Ochkarita Pecka and poorly distributed.
At that time the Father is with Flack ran,
Our Bespectacled already long the chip saw.
Dad to the back of the box goes,
And the sight on Zoomer's leads
And thinks: right now bun Partizan will treat
And suddenly on the ground the sniper later.
Shots rang out....
But Czech is still alive, just crap,
Him in the mega – small very otorola!
You have krovozhadnogo
After all, I just got the package from the cross.
In the package, bun, washer and cutlet..
DON'T AIM FOR CHESHEK – YOU WILL BE KILLED FOR IT!!!
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Dad, father, is the same thing and guru - a man with experience, dear, like a Pro
Czech: the same as the LAMER, namely Loch, over which all kidding, wimp
Bespectacled Amateur posnayperit with maximum zoom
Eat - eat armor, mega, take the cups with alcohol, etc...
Aiming, aim: precision aiming
To peccati: to get (from the light, snipe or shocks), similar to sepecat – do not get
Actually the trick: stratezhnaya location on the map
Zoomer: a camper with a sniper
Bun, washer, Patty: Alt-fire Flack
Partisans, the cryptographer: a player hiding on the level and searching all the sly
Poop (a very crap) - if you have just eaten, and the enemy stabbed rail and rocket!! here and pooped :-)
To mega: finally not afraid
Otozhratsya, to pack, to stock up: to gain health and armor
You... - to fly into the abyss
Bloodsucker - the enemy, permanently damaging the little things
Get the package from the godfather - OK to send the puck with Flack
For Czech!
Nailed the poor little Czech
And ripped kid
Granatoj heel fun
Rocket in the belly, and Khan!
Soul could not endure stamping
Rotten inviso and quads
He famously beat the enemies
But soon the man has died...
Died! Do not remember Loh!
Well, what to say? Fag stag,
After all, Gamal Cheburashka bad
And cocoa boots all day.
Curates, libtest players
Not made kamikaze Trix
Now the poor guy without legs
Lies at the lava and smoke.
He lamogine everything
Nosing around the map and bursting
To kill us all threatened
You b forever in a bath fuck!
..But there is still a father's hand
As God, will give and help
She would get out and kill shit
Though Czech - another frag, but he's good.
You don't leg it no armor no gun
Fathers will tear you to pieces
You and your filthy red blood
Will be responsible for the Czech-tramp!
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Stamp, stamping: the process of mass devitalization of the enemy, one by one, or straight packs
Quad: he Double demage or just dd
Suck (suck and blow): play
The wood, the deer: people, annoying others
Cheburashka clockwork boots: rookie playing like a bot
Poop - if I'd just eaten, and the enemy stabbed rail and rocket!! here and pooped :-)
Kamikaze: a beginner who thinks that fathers can ahead
The Trix - advanced techniques (trick jumps)
To break - stupid fly somewhere, not even looking around
Poking - run around the map, shooting down enemies in the ass
Give: powerful to wield a rocket or flakey
To help quick to finish (not to suffer)
Soup (Tyr. slang) blood
Revenge
Tears from my eyes – you're crying.
Lost another fight,
He won the game - you know
And mood sucks.
The blood on the floor and on the walls,
On the screen his image see.
A great desire to have holes in his wrists,
You have long been dreaming.
Ignoring his stupid jokes,
In your mind you lurking.
Will crack him like a nut,
The path to death, he fast finds.
And she was close to wandering.
He feels her breath
And the life is leaving him.
Let the eternal will suffer.
And all of it is gone.
Soon someone will find the body.
And he will look for the answer,
But only the killer will read...
well, here's something psychedelic..don't remember, but probably when I shot the dad))))
Silence. Only a drop of blood as the mushroom rain,
A whisper of lava, like the rustle of leaves,
Look at everything, and feel shaky,
My mind full of sorrowful thoughts...
There is no color, only shadows.
There is body but no life
This world was created by a black genius
Excuse me, gentlemen, me for this nonsense....
...And quiet rolling tears.
The images of players like me are not happy,
Shoot me, and like red roses
Drops fall a brutal reckoning..
Someone long ago, and who recently accepted God.
You rise again, because you need to live
I'm out of here and breath.
But first this breath I have to earn....
I was beaten up by hooligans
In front of a turnip gave me
And oobjective pockets
They sacrilice in the darkness.
I came home angry and poor,
No money even for beer,
Pressing the ice to cynacism,
I thought: I wish you now...
And that ...is now? They are - thugs,
And I, bespectacled and nerdy,
In the skinny hands there is no power
(well, except to keep the glass).
Mosk roars like a Russian tractor.
Another Duma began to dream:
I wish I could find a super-compiler,
And you Anrial to push!
Because I am a nerd. (didn't you know?)
Machu I am the fly on the fly.
About as much fun as I was
OT3,14zdit gopotu!
I used them poured snot Bio
Then Flaca shot
And to make it all beautiful
With the Shield carcass jumped.
Then jeep would move,
Then have the tank pin...
The black eye hurts, I was not amused,
And to get back on the path of success
I judo decided to go :)))
[AMP]Rider
In principle, can be polished. For example:
I was beaten up by hooligans
In front of a turnip gave me
Picked my pocket,
And then disappeared into the darkness.
My point to this story:
Simontornya knight
I am brave and courageous
Strong, but at the same time
I disfigured
Great intelligence
Sitting, thinking -
These abilities
Easily manifest
I'm only on the Internet
I would freak
In the entrance of native
To punch in the face
And throw him out
The guys in the alley
I could answer:
Shut up, you idiots!
Not give a cigarette!
White as chalk I
With a mere thought
That I am so brave
Outside got...
Already nearing midnight, and Herman all there is,
With whom would ponadelat me meatballs?...
Wait Herman,
Here is my advice to you,
The meatballs are,
Believe me my destiny.
:)
Garcon, you are certainly wrong
Meatballs - tasted poison,
Nasty, warm beer...
Good-bye! Fade beautifully.
Ah, the money? Well, how it went,
Leave this conflict in the past,
What they pay for? I don't know
And, as promised, fade.
Chase, chase me,
Screaming in anger the crowd
Pull bony hands!...
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Terrible hangover glitches :(
Because the link to LOLO!!1 dead, post them here archive. http://narod.ru/disk/13330135001/Kantham%20LOLO.rar.html
Catch the lulz to health!
Depression // read with expression, at the end, quietly, to cry
A little bit sad, slightly dull,
Gray sky hung clouds,
Dripping rain and swirling wind,
Such is a typical St. Petersburg evening.
So want songs, fun and laughter,
And a little more dough and success
And throw lived at least ten years,
And to get away from this Country of Fools
And it is better to put the blame on another planet
Where did depression-no -
There just are not invented by people,
What a pity that in the real world this will not happen.
Have to leave in an unreal country
Where missiles and where lamogine,
Where fun, good people
Will cut off head and put on a platter,
After all, it is not out of malice - not really,
In life they are not hurt and the cat
And even the dog (that's him!)
Leg kick by dribbling the face.
That's where the fun, bubbling passion,
There does not penetrate the earth's misfortune
Until you cut off the substation light
And in the house until they die the Internet.
