AMOK WAS HACKING!

ALTHOUGH YOU MUST FORGIVE HIM, CAUSE HE WAS PLAYING WITH SLEEP DEPRIVATION.
SO THEREFORE HE WAS USING A BIOHACK
NOW, WITH A BIOLOGIC HACK, SOMETIMES THE HACKER DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THEY ARE DOING IT
SO, IT CAN BE OVERLOOKED THIS TIME. BE WARNED YOU WILL BE POONED MULTIPLE TIMES IF THIS PERSISTS.

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COURSE, WE ALL KNOW AMOK IS JUST A PYRO AT HEART ANYWAY............

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Hehehe...

Look me up, I'll try to be around, J.!

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Bring it on, Sarge!

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True! I LOVE the flamethrower! Thanks for reminding me to install my pyro sig...

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Ok sure, I will be on vent so if your able to be up for a game
let me know!

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I hope map patch 1.6 will come out soon( or tomorrow hehe) im eager to play the new zombie map der reise!!!!

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Been a nice relaxing long weekend, well i got the next week and over off lol, going camping on Wednesday to beat all the old people from being in the mountains on the long weekend, 5 days in jasper

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Mistah Kurtz -- he dead.

A penny for the Old Guy

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


III


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


IV


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom


For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

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Good morning/good afternoon all... All right who gave Amok the flame??????

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Good morning all, I hope everyone had a great long weekend.

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We were just in Jasper, went river rafting, very cold, but fun. It snowed also.

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Good morning Doggie, I hope you are doing well.

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Hello my friend!

That flame was given to me by CG!

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