That's why multiple BBCodes are required to make an official vote--do discern between the official vote as captain and just stating a for-now opinion. You can't vote by accident.Originally Posted by Formalhaut
That's why multiple BBCodes are required to make an official vote--do discern between the official vote as captain and just stating a for-now opinion. You can't vote by accident.
I don't know. I'm leaning lie. I'm sorry, it just doesn't come off as all that interesting. I mean, I suppose Bleys' lies have all been pretty out there so I should be leaning truth by that logic. But Raist's story just seems to be a hugely vague compilation of generalised statements and observations you can see on television or read about in a book. Of course, I suppose that's the beauty of it. Tell the truth in a such a general and unspecified way it could easily be seen either way.
Still ##VOTE: LIE
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
See, I did have this niggling in the back of my mind. Nothing really stands out. It is very generalised, and seems...very vanilla. Still, I am very on the fence with this, I would love to hear Quin's opinion on this before settling down on either side. His opinion might swing me either way
Based on what I know of Raistlin - which is almost nothing - and the answers given - which provide me with nothing due to the aforementioned lack of knowledge about Raistlin - I'm going to call him a dirty, cheatin' liar.
##VOTE:LIE
Maybe I should have read all those LJs when they were around.
I've doomed us all.lol
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Okay, Team Quinhaut-X summary:
Mercen - X: ##VOTE: Lie
Quinter Wonderland: ##VOTE: Lie
So, based on my co-member's verdicts, I guess it's safe to say I am also voting...
Formalhaut: ##VOTE: Lie
Now watch as Rantz and co poke fun at us for being idiots
WesLY's racist granddad is...
A LIE
Next up will be Tifa's Boobs
Oh wow! We got it right! High five team!
I was once so engrossed in a video game, I failed to notice that my basement, with me in it, was flooding.I was once so engrossed in a video game, I failed to notice that my basement, with me in it, was flooding.
For the record, I think we should be call HautQuin-X, because it sounds like a B-movie porno.
What was the date that you suffered flooding? What was the game? Where were you in the game when you noticed the flooding? Where was the flooding coming from? Where did you live at the time? Answer me, or you're going in the slammer! *slams fist on desk*
Not sure of the date, but it would've been in September or early October of 1999. The game was Mario 64. I dunno, I was 8, and totally trout at the game. But my cousins played it all the time on their Nintendo, so I really wanted a copy for ours. The flooding was coming from the hurricane we were having. My family was living in Queens, New York at the time. I was in the basement because that's where our game/family room was.
I'd like to see you try, big boy.Answer me, or you're going in the slammer! *slams fist on desk*
Was it only you in the house?
When you did notice the flooding, how high was the water?
How fast was the water coming out? Was it creating a noise?
Hm. I have no idea about the history of New York hurricanes, haha. Am I allowed to Google? xD
I'm confused. Were you playing it round your cousins' house, or had you gotten a copy for yourself?
Oh, one more thing, before I forget, was the hurricane named? :columbo:
Do as much research as you need
AWESOME! I am awesome!
Sam: What was your reaction when you noticed the flooding? Where were your parents? What was their reactions?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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