Thanks for the warning, but I did know that subconsciously. It is, in fact, myself that is plotting to thwart the comet calling. I am my own worst enemy. We will just have to wait and see who wins this time...

I hate Vs, because it makes my back hurt. I can't even imagine how Eric Hunter gets through tournaments.

I think he rolls himself up like tape in between rounds.

What? No! Nothing is allowed to stop the stupocalypse. Not even Squirrel Girl.

If you keep feeding me great sigs, I will follow you to the end of the Earth. I'm working on it, give me a few days.

Question. If I get the comet to hit Billy Zonos dead in the eyebrows, how much time will I have in Miami before we all die? I need to stock up on the proper amount of champagne.

I must warn everyone on vsrealms, I believe stu is susceptible to flattery.

As for being your own worst enemy stu go to second stage comet deployment, tactical meteor shower.

Fair warning. Is that why they always try to flatten me?

Tactical Meteor Shower retains a small chance of human survival. That is not acceptable.

Vs. system has held off my comet-calling tendencies,but that does'nt stop me from egging you on.
Push the shiny,red button!
The jolly,candy-like button......

Would it have more dramatic effect if it was a named comet, or should I just grab one at random?

I won't have time to name it myself, the rules take too long and humanity needs to die now. It looks like a lot of paperwork: http://www.ss.astro.umd.edu/IAU/csbn/cnames.shtml

And, with the edit button so I don't double post, here is a quote I remembered while playing with Locke in Another Realm. Seems good.

"Today, a belated apology to the much maligned Chicken Little. It turns out you were right - the sky is falling. The National Space Administration informs us that Uncle Sam's Com-Sat 4 satellite is in a rapidly decaying orbit. That's their way of saying a ton of angry space trash is heading back home at fifteen thousand miles an hour. What does that make me think of? Makes me think of a Triceratops, innocently munching a palm frond when out of the sky, whammo, a meteor sucker-punches old mother Earth. Next thing you know, that Triceratops, along with a hundred and seventy-five million years of dinosaur evolution, is nothing but history. To that unsung Triceratops and all its kin, here's a song for you... "

you should come to california, oh wait, I forgot that you don't have a pair, guess stu will never play in a golden pc ever again. they should have all pc's in california, that way stu never plays in one again.

trust me, ur make believe comet powers hurt no1 but yourself, you just love to praise yourself because it makes you feel like a man, how pathetic can you be, seriously?

what does a fruit have anything to do with that?
isn't this all makebelive? who's to say any of this is "real" and not just a dream? a dream of one person.

wait, who are you? where the hell did you come out from? and why do you protect stu so much?? is he like your pimp or something? does he own you, if not, don't protect him like he does.

1. I am me.
2. My mommy.
3. We are all people and should be shown respect from our own kind.
4. No, just a fellow gammer.
5. The last sentence realy is not complte (forgeting all the caps and spelling) it shoud read:does he own you? if not, don't protect him like he does.
6. Who do you think you are, dissing on fellow humans and gamers?
7. I wish Stu's commet was real so he can end this horrable world.

Could this horrendous abortion of a thread possibly be any more emo? :rolleyes:

GD i can't find my Razor i want to die... LOL j/k