Vicky

[size=1]And I do not mean the series when I say new. After all the specials between now and 2010, Tennant is quitting. Has anyone in England seen Children in Need? Because the New Doctor is on it. That's right. The New Doctor. Apparently, it's David Morrisey. Now the clip on Children in Need will be continued at Christmas, so I'm sure you can catch it on YouTube tomorrow. What does everyone think? Personally, his clothing looks better because it's more classic Who, methinks, but I don't know about David Morrisey. He's a bit of a goon. I'm also really concerned about the length of time these Doctors have. The series are shorter this time around so we don't see as much adventure... seriously, Doc' only has a few lives left, and BBC is burning it away. But I guess you can't win it all. Also, Russel T is off the crew. As a writer at least I think, which is good and bad. Sometimes he came up with amazing stuff, and sometimes I regretted being a Doctor Who fan. Was it [i]his[/i] idea to bring Peter Kay into it? Seriously? Anyway, I suppose you can discuss the series here too, but personally I prefer the old one, since my mother spoon fed me Tom Baker and Peter D's videos.[/size] EDIT: Wrong section >_< Mod fancy moving it? Sorry XD

[size=1]The most disgusting thing I ever tasted? *raises eyebrow* Haha, I'll refrain from being 'immature'. Anything banana flavoured. Not bananas themselves, just flavoured. I also once licked a tire and an exhaust pipe for a dare which didn't taste too good, so oil and pollution goes on the list. Swallowing hair dye is not nice, either, especially peroxide. You have no idea what it does to your insides.[/size]

[size=1]Up goes the second post. I had a little fun here, hope you don't mind, Nessa XD. I need to spell check this one as well but both will be done tomorrow >_

[size=1][align=justify]They said truly insane people didn’t know they were insane. Well, Chase was sure he was going insane now, therefore he wasn’t, which didn’t help his predicament all too much. He had watched from under his table a girl – [I]naked[/I] – walk and peer outside then walk back only glancing at him. Chase’s brow furrowed at the sight and he took a drag on his cigarette, knowing that no one alive would truly be so ignorant to his existence in a time like this. He shook his head to clear his thoughts in order (pushing back everything he was worried about and everything he was afraid of), watching this person intently, until she came and sat near him. Chase narrowed his eyes and drew on the cigarette again. He blew the smoke in her face, but did not say a word. He coughed from the bottom of his lungs and curled his lip at her, but did not say a word. And neither did she. He sure felt, with the fire coming up in his face and the shadows from the very flames cast against him and the girl, like he was subjected to some kind of Inferno. Something like Dante would have imagined, with an hallucination so vivid that even Chase would be convinced. When the cigarette burnt to the bottom Chase flicked it at her. He was surprised, almost, when the girl recoiled backwards and gritted her teeth from the burn. Chase laughed. [b]“I always knew I had an imagination but I never knew it was this good. Larkin has nothing on me.”[/b] The girl – so realistically, Chase thought – frowned at him in confusion. Like there wasn’t anything to be [I]confused[/I] about. Chase was sure of himself now, that he must have conjured up something in his loneliness and that, yes, he was indeed the last person alive. And his own insanity would be his company. At least it was a naked. [b]“That hurt…”[/b] she whispered to him, complete and solid emotion for someone who was lost in a destroyed world at the moment. Chase, again, grinned at himself. [b]“You even sound afraid! That’s wonderful. I should have written a book.”[/b] Chase laugh came from his throat now, more dismal than hearty. [b]“I’m lucky imagination can’t freeze to death; stop shivering.”[/b] The girl looked even more confused. Chase, still entirely possessed by the idea this was all a part of his imagination, leant forward to be careful of the fire and thrust the point of his fingers into her forehead. She moved her head away the first time and Chase sighed. [b]“You seem real. I really [I]do[/I] have a great imagination.”[/B] Then it dawned on her. Whoever she was, Chase could see she was cold – without clothes on of course – and her expression was likened to a real person. She had caught on and her face bordered disgust, but Chase knew it wasn’t, as he had seen it too many times in his direction. [b]“You think I’m not [I]real[/I]?”[/b] [b]“You think I’m stupid? I don’t think I’m stupid, therefore you cannot think I’m stupid, and…”[/b] he paused, shook his head, [b]“nevermind. I’ll have no one play tricks with me, girl, especially myself.”[/b] He chuckled his tongue realising he was probably talking to himself. [b]“Are you crazy?”[/b] she croaked. [b]“Apparently I am!”[/b] He lit another cigarette from the fire which almost burnt it all, but the girl tried to snatch it away from him to get his attention. Chase, annoyed and shocked, kicked gravel at her with his shoe and sneered. [b]“This is absurd. I’m not going to take crap from my imagination.”[/b] He hissed. [b]“I’m [I]real[/I].”[/b] Confident and arrogant per usual, Chase leaned into the fire, his dark features illuminated. [b]“Prove it. Prove you exist.”[/b] She blinked. [b]“What?”[/b] Chase shrugged. [b]“If you’re real, you can prove you exist. I can prove I exist. Mathematics.”[/b] He assumed that, if the so-called girl could prove she existed, she was not real, as very few possessed the mathematical (and revolutionary) knowledge to state such a fact. Then again, Chase also assumed that, since he knew this, his mind could play tricks on him, and do the opposite. He mentally slapped himself for thinking too much. [b]“Look, I’m Chiyoko, and I was frozen –“[/b] Chase cut her off with a loud spluttering cough. [b]“These are your clothes then,”[/b] he laughed putting two and two together, [b]“And you’re called Chiyoko. [I]How lovely.[/I] I don’t need to tell myself my name but I’ll entertain the thought.”[/b] He eyed her as she shivered but offered no coat. [b]“Galileo Chase, the Jersey Jackal. Here’s hoping I’m dreaming, hm?”[/b] he gave a fake grin and opened his mouth to add some more, something horribly insulting, which was interrupted by a scream. Both heads turned to the basement they had arose from. Chase’s eyes grew wide with fear but he quickly shook this away, so not to even let an [I]illusion[/I] see him scared. He turned back to the fire and smoked his cigarette. [b]“What was that?”[/b] Chiyoko whispered. [b]“A scream.”[/b] [b]“Shouldn’t we go and see what it is?”[/b] Chase grinned. [b]“It’s not my problem.”[/b] He looked up at her. [b]“You’re still an illusion. You can go, then part of me was already there.”[/b] [I]Hilarious[/I], he thought, [I]absolutely hilarious.[/I][/size][/align]

[size=1]I'll be posting again tonight as soon as I finish Spearman's Rank and reading through T.S. Eliot's the Wasteland. Hint: Do not discuss your immense interest in the Wasteland with your teacher. He will want to discuss it. Good posts so far, I'm going to try and bring a little bit together in my next posts (ie: I'll seal up mine and Nessa's character and give Neko's a mention, which means it's both open for you two). Kata is in a good position here to jump in when he wants, but you just have to make sure it's at the right moment. I'm assuming Lon woke up a good few months before everyone else, right?[/size]

[quote name='Katakidoushi'] Oddly enough Vicky is the only one who looks exactly how I figured. I have no idea why. That's not an insult mind you. I'm definitely digging the hair. [/QUOTE] [size=1]Time to break the image! =p I can look normal, when I want to (it's necessary to be allowed into night clubs) : [img]http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v369/249/68/507107330/n507107330_1425856_7914.jpg[/img] Apparently 'checking for jizz' O_o [img]http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v369/249/68/507107330/n507107330_1425858_8532.jpg[/img] Receiving a lap dance XD [img]http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v369/249/68/507107330/n507107330_1425850_6143.jpg[/img] I wasn't actually expecting that one. These are all on Halloween. I wasn't wearing my mask and I was suitably drunk, or else I would have remembered them. Especially the lap dance (in the last one my friend put me next to a picture of Draco Malfoy; I look like him >_

[quote name='Neko'] By the way, Vicky, what season is it currently in the story?[/QUOTE] [size=1]We shall begin in Spring. Not too warm nor too cold... ain't having anyone dying yet, haha.[/size]

[quote name='MaskedRider']If you want evidence regarding Christianity and slavery, you might want to refer to this book instead: [i][b][url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Things_Fall_Apart]Things Fall Apart[/url][/b][/i] Okay, so here's my statement towards Christianity as an argument against gay marriage. You're hypocrites. According to Christian beliefs, a sin is a sin. Murder is just as bad as lying, which is just as bad as homosexual intercourse. And if you read the book, quite a few things that are now common are considered sins. Eating pork is a sin, having piercings or tattoos is a sin, and premarital sex is a sin. Why is gay marriage getting such attention? Homosexual couples can already legally adopt children and start a family, and are primarily asking to just have the same rights as married couples. But apparently, someone has decided to target this issue and ignore everything else. Why aren't there any Christian groups trying to pass laws to ban eating pork, or ban premarital sex. Why are you protesting outside abortion clinics but not tattoo shops. According to your religion, these are just as bad, so why not try to deal with them. Christians focus too much on negativity, too much on "I don't want to go to hell." Here's an idea. Instead of spending your time judging other people (which is a sin itself), why don't you get out there and actually try and help someone. I always thought Christianity was about helping other people, but apparently it's all about judging each other. I apologize if I've offended anyone, but this is one of my pet peeves.[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Thank you for repeating something I always touch on but never get an answer to =p. (Except I let you off because you weren't in the other thread). The answer is because it's easy. It's easy to condemn someone because people don't like it - and it's even easier to justify it with a religion. God is a great scapegoat for prejudice, and I feel sorry for him, being abused so much.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, tis up. You're completely free to do as you please in the first post within the parametres that you're in the same place and whatnot. If your character's face is in the Theatre thread, chances are you're in, haha =p. Casting is subject to change - rather added to - by either improved sign-ups and additional ones. Your characters experience of waking up or being frozen is up to you. I know my post is rather long but I wanted to give the feel of what everything looked like at the moment. You guys have free run in describe the rest of the world, though, when we get to it. I just took liberties this time, haha. (excuse any typos in the first post which will be weeded out tomorrow, I have an essay that I've been neglecting).[/size]

[center][img]http://a780.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/61/l_9a29423ced265049a420757d9b494f33.png[/img] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.[/font] [img]http://a354.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_72809c2049412e4052559a5a0d875a91.png[/img] [img]http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/20/l_43e1da7967d642e7bfd500d32713ece1.png [/img] [img]http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/62/l_3dc23bd6d0a944519f24055368cba4e2.png [/img] [img]http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/61/l_666bf017a0f741b8971bf2b6096667ae.png [/img] [img]http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/35/l_3fd277cab6ec4d2ab319b3033cc648ff.png [/img] [img]http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_01cc74b5bbd748ca91564f108b92f41f.png [/img] [font=lucida sans unicode]Vicky as [b]Galileo Chase[/b] Neko as [B]Ilyasviel von Einsbergh[/b] Mr. Blonde as [b]Lon Grosvenor[/b] Nessaja as [b]Chiyoko Hasashi[/b] [img]http://a354.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_72809c2049412e4052559a5a0d875a91.png[/img] [img]http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/33/l_ee041feb268243c781fd3f13e5b39e17.png[/img] [size=4]Novus Ordo Seclorum Honey and Sulphur[/size] [img]http://a354.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_72809c2049412e4052559a5a0d875a91.png[/img] [size=4]Novus Ordo Seclorum[/size][/font][/center] [size=1][align=justify][I]Genius is a talent of a person who is dead…[/I] He wasn’t sure if he were dreaming or if he were dead. He wasn’t sure how he got here, or what it was meant to be, just that he was here, and people only came here near the end. Maybe. Despite loving abstract knowledge as much as maths and logic, Chase was generally uncomfortable in his situation. He was stood quite idly in a reception that was painted white, a blinding white, with nothing to the white itself except an oak wood long desk to the side of him. He raised his eyebrow and looked towards the desk, where a woman sat, almost invisible with the white uniform against the white room, her head down. [b]“So what, I’m dead and this is my Hell, right?”[/b] Chase placed his palm on the desk and leaned over to the woman, a grin playing on his face (only his Hell could be so boring). [b]“Where am I supposed to go? Stand around?”[/b] She looked up at him and her face was blank. Not a picture of beauty or marvel, in fact [I]nothing at all[/I]; simply skin pulled over a skull, no eye sockets nor ears, with strands of blonde hair falling over her face. Chase recoiled back. [b]“Fuck me.”[/b] He grimaced. The secretary, so he assumed, pointed a sharp finger towards a door that Chase hadn’t notice. It was idolised by massive oak pillars either side, and engravings above, of all kinds of symbols and languages that even Chase himself didn’t recognise. [b]“Cheers doll… err… face…”[/b] Chase grimaced again and mentally slapped himself but felt somewhat at ease when the secretary ignored him and got back to her work. Chase walked across the floor that amplified his footsteps so eerily and oddly, coming to the door and looking up, his neck craning trying to take in all the symbols. He only managed to get half way as even him, who stood at 6”5’, was too small to see all the way. He pushed his way through the door and stepped through. Immediately he was attacked by a harsh cold against his face, a blinding blizzard in front of him, the snow dull and blue even though he was squinting from the temperature. He covered his eyes with his hands - which seemed to already be frozen – in an effort to make sense of everything. When he had stepped forward the wind from behind him was far too powerful for him to keep his footing and he tripped, his head falling against something cold and hard, knocking him out for the time being. [center]*[/center] He coughed onto the floor when he tasted the grit between his teeth. He turned his head to the side and blew out through his nostrils in an irritated motion; even through his disorientation, he knew those fucking scientists would screw something up. He breathed in a ragged breath and pulled himself up from the ground, his hands touching some rather sharp stones and gravel, which seemed rather strange for them to be present in the lab. He was so cold, as well. He could feel the chill of damp and the irritation of the weather, and he was too disorientated to understand it. Why was he so cold now? Chase wasn’t too easy on his feet when he stood up. He stumbled for awhile, hand to his forehead, most of his limbs feeling heavy and numb from being unused for so long. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming anymore he turned around to the cryogenics pod behind him – it smoked from the inside, blue lighting against the comforting insides and the door pushed open. It didn’t looked different, except the metal. Why did the metal look so old? He turned and looked around some more. In front of him was a row of computers, some lights off… in fact, too [I]many[/I] off for Chase’s liking. Behind the computers were another row of cryogenic pods, the same blue lights in some of them. [I]Some[/I] of them. Chase’s brow furrowed and he continued looking around, from the desk that lay at the bottom of a set of stairs, to the uneasy, chipped roof, the misplaced wires and the dust that had been complied all over the room. [b]“You guys don’t hire cleaners anymore?”[/b] he shouted. Of course, he assumed, this was a joke; some kind of horrible joke played on the new awakees. He only hoped humanity hadn’t degraded so much that they had comedians and college students as scientists. He wandered over to the desk and ran his fingers over the dusk and the material. It felt old and it smelt even worse, like rust and decay, musky and the damp on it. The computer at the table was off and from the looks of things it had been like that a long time. Chase began to suspect something now, that it definitely wasn’t normal. As his mind began to reconnect itself and shake off the icy disorientation he realised, to his shock, that this wasn’t the same lab he was taken to. Oh no, all wrong. [I]His[/I] lab was the biggest in the world, like a dungeon, not like a [I]basement[/I]. [b]“2149…”[/b] he mumbled at the calendar which had been eroded at the edges and some of the ink dripping from water seeping in through the roof. He was sure he wasn’t supposed to wake up this early. He was also sure he couldn’t wake up by himself; he had been told that waking up would be a gradual process, so not to disorientate patients and make sure that everything in their head was still intact. Right now he felt groggy and still a little lost which was definitely unusual for him. He always knew where he was, why he was here and how he got there. He [I]always[/I] knew. Behind the desk were lockers. He remembered back at the old lab putting his items in a box, so he assumed they had transferred them. Stepping around the desk, Chase looked for his name and only managed to make out the start of ‘Galileo’, since rust seemed to have attacked the name tag, but not the outside. His fingers paused over the keypad which seemed only to be a simple mechanical lock. He was given no number at the start of this whole charade, so it must have been a number he knew of, and a number the scientists could easily remember. Something in common. [b]“2085?”[/b] he whispered under his breath as he typed it in. A grin played onto his face when the lock came open, his ego growing even bigger getting it first time. His lighter, made of metal but not rusted (the material of the locker, he gathered, was made of titanium and prevented anything inside from being subjected to the elements, yet that arose the question to him of [I]why[/I] the elements were there), his leather wallet with his ID and thirty pounds in it and a packet of cigarettes. He glanced to the side and saw another locker – ‘Chiyo…’ was all it said, the rest cut off – slightly ajar and open. He peered into it and found clothes, laughing. They wanted him to jump into the damn thing naked, too, but when the Jackal said no there wasn’t a single person in the world who would disagree. To be honest he had enough with this whole joke. He took himself up the stairs and took out a cigarette, pushing the doors open at the top (it truly was like a basement) and wondering why there was so much resistance. When the door opened he was showered with dust and bits of concrete, a blight of irritating through him. [b]“This isn’t even funny…”[/b] he muttered, all the more realising perhaps this was no joke at all. When he stepped out into what would have been the second research lab, into something he expected to be refined and extremely high-tech – he did not, and he knew, for sure, something was terribly wrong. The cigarette dropped from his mouth as he gaped at the sight. Everything was almost completely pulled away, eroded and weeded down to almost nothing. There seemed to be a massive whole in the roof where even the sky was different, droplets of rain from the metal falling onto a floor that was broken and slashed away by inhuman things. The tables had been turned over, cut down, broken, and weeds were growing through the walls that had collapsed, the wildlife gathering in itself from the outside. Chase felt even colder now. He wandered through the building to the front door which didn’t seem too much of a distance away as the walls of the place had fallen into heaps of material and grit. The door itself, almost gone, was ajar, and Chase stepped out onto the steps that would have led people to the building. Outside he saw something he expected after seeing the inside – everything was overgrown by vegetation, the buildings in the distance barely there anymore, birds stalking about in a sky that seemed to lack human intervention. Chase spied a statue not too far away from him, though it was barely such. He head had fallen and all that remained was a body of uniform, a vulture sat atop its shoulder, eyes trained on Chase almost like it was smiling at him. Chase backed back into the building with a swallow and shaky breath. He bit his lip and swore, in his head, far too many times than he could count. Even his head wasn’t fast enough to make the connections, find the solution and sort this problem out; no no, not even centuries of combined knowledge was going to sort this shit out. He had stumbled around the lab for an hour, picking up all he could, finding bits of ingrown trees that had not been wet. When he found all he could he threw them under a still standing table and gathered that clothes from the poor bugger’s locker who had left it open, throwing them onto the twigs and lighting them, to make a fire, which he sat huddled over smoking a cigarette and exhaling, all the time, like he was going to break down after that last breath. Chase was just damn lucky no one was around to see his state. [/size][/align]

[size=1]I'll give it a go... I guess, haha XD[/SIZE]

[size=1]My opinion? Oh well. I don't live in California but it still disappoints me. Don't get me wrong, I can see exactly where all the upset is coming from, and exactly and problems following this decision. Then again, what's one less right to the rest of them, lol (and I'm not talking about being gay here, I'm talking about rights as a human being anyway). It's kind of disappointing on so many levels that I could touch on, but the fact is I don't care; I don't need the vote of the majority to be happy.[/size]

[size=1]Postponed until I find more members. Play with your characters a little bit or something, sorry about this folks. No casting yet but if you feel on edge try and improve as much as you can. Sorry about this. [B]EDIT:[/B] *facepalm* Well the turn out still isn't good as I've finished with who I want in the game. Unfortunately, we're a player down from the casting I have in mind, which literally leaves us at three players including myself. Grim. The game will start tonight - which'll end up being two in the morning for me and around night time for anyone else - so try and post as soon as you can. Anyone else thinking of joining still has a chance to, you'll know when the game's too far in to join. Since we're starting off with three of us we seriously need people posting in the first few days as much as possibly. Except Neko needs to finish the Bio, but don't wreck your brain too much on that =p. [B]EDIT EDIT:[/B] Someone slap me, I cannot count. There's [i]four[/i] of us in this game. Including myself... XD[/size]

[size=1]I know a few: Requiem for a Dream Trainspotting Rainman Quadrophenia 24 Hour Party People Pi Boys Don't Cry Edward Scissorhands The Butterfly Effect Lords of Dogtown Gladiator Labyrinth The Hunger The Man Who Fell to Earth Sleepers They're just my favourite movies in order =p. Requiem for a Dream is probably a must watch and Pi, as well. Not groundbreaking movies but they're probably better than Blockbusters.[/size]

[size=1]That's not funny man! It's not even April Fools![/size]

[quote name='Red']You shouldn't be quick to judge, it could just be a group of smart beginners - I've met many an idiot who thinks they can pull off what they've seen in Jump London/Britain after a few months of training. If they're constantly doing small drops and rolling around, they are smart. If they're just showing off, sod 'em...at least they're not hurting themselves. Yet. [/QUOTE] [size=1]Nope, they're definitely show offs. They're just [i]bad[/i] show offs, is what I'm saying. The kind who try to show off big tricks, but still look retarded, then break their nose anyway. Like the kid who tried to jump off the top of the Gaswork's steps, landed on his face. Hehehee. Don't get me wrong, there are some real ones around here, and that's how you distinguish them. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't attempt Parkour in New Rocks and Tripp pants.[/size]

[size=1]There's a few kids who do it around here and are really bad at it. For one, they don't do anything relatively dangerous or talented aside from grabbing the edge of a wall and dropping from it, or jumping down two steps swinging their arms. In fact, we do better Parkour than them when we go urban exploring (that is, taking photographs of places that are all blocked off, illegal sites, closed down and abandoned buildings .etc). The people on YouTube amuse me more than the wannabes around my area. If they try to do Parkour, they're bad at it. The people who don't try and you catch them volting across railway lines or crash landing down at flight of stairs are a lot better. I couldn't do Parkour beyond jumping over really high fences and running around a city scape. I have dodgy shoulder blades that I used to be able to pop out of place and it does so when I put too much weight on them, that being lifting things over my head. It's surprising I can lift my own body weight, but I just have to be careful how I do it, haha.[/size]

[quote name='Matt'] If not...then I'm moving to England! Vicky, how are the fillets?[/QUOTE] [size=1]Expensive. Credit crunch and all, plus the disregard for British citizens, means me and you will be camping in a cardboard box by Spring =). I liked Obama, so I'm glad he won. That, and, McCain looks so old. I'd be rather afraid of voting for a president who might die next week =p.[/size]

[size=1]The 'boards would benefit from sarcasm tags... >_

[size=1]...what the hell is wrong with you. Isn't Obama [i]Christian[/i]? And who'd be a better leader? People like you? Seriously, boy, give us the reasons, I already saw the ones in your other thread, wherever that went, and it doesn't fly at all. Hence this response. Let's have the reasons. Obama is more like Christ that you will ever be.[/size]

[size=1]Oh my gods, an OB World mention O_O. That'll be my claim to fame for the next ten years, haha, cheers James! I've decided because I managed to (possibly, if they can) snag two writers from my college... and they're not students haha... plus the fact that I want to give others a chance to join, and I haven't advertised as much as I should (that is, I haven't threatened/bribed anyone, haha) yet so what I'm going to do instead it [i]start[/i] the RPG on the Friday and leave the auditions open for awhile. They'll be closed when the characters start moving. Since the rule is you can wake up at any point between the given time, characters can arrive later. It's only when we start moving outside the city that the auditions will have closed. I'd like any interested to try their best to get a character by Friday, but don't rush it, haha. I'd also encourage anyone to give this a shot - c'mon, guys, I'm not [i]that[/i] horrible, and you probably have a bigger chance than you think =p. The point is, take your time if you wish ^_^ sign-ups would be wonderful by Friday and acceptable a little later on. And if you tell your friends to join I'll give you my mobile number if you're in the UK and my credit card number if you're outside there ^_~. (No, no I won't, but I'd love you lots, haha)[/size]

[quote name='Lonley Fighter']This is advise from an actual alcoholic and that advise is to get a gallon of milk, whatever type of drink you can afford, and chocolate syrup, although this is optional. 1) Pour glass of milk in a cup and fill up the cup to about 2/3... 2) Fill the remaining 1/3 with the drink... 3) Mix it of course to let the drink and milk become one...zzeenn it... 4) Taste it and if you like it the way it is enjoy but if not add a little chocolate syrup to make chocolate milk (my girlfriend loves it; I think it's too sweet). There's my lil' contribution.[/QUOTE] [size=1]Can you [i]imagine[/i] throwing that up? =p Seriously, milk twists your stomach with alcohol I think. I had about a sip of milk when I was hung over and I threw it all back up (in a plastic bag on the bus!). I never throw up when hung over, except when I've drank milk with the beer/remaining beer.[/size]

[quote name='Drizzt Do'urden'] Would anyone be able to tell me ifyou can get it outside of the states? (U.K. residents and the such?) [/QUOTE] [size=1]I'd have the check it out, but you should have no trouble getting that, depending on the percentage, in shops in the UK like Selfridges or all the posh places that do imports. Tescos might do it. Then again, if it's something like the way Absinthe is treated then... try under the counter =p. You can find some shops around that, if you complain enough, will pull out something you can't find anywhere for a nice price. (Or try any Polish places - where do you live? - because my grandad used to have a massive load of Polish vodkas and other assorted drinks and they're very, very strong most of the time, not sold in run of the mill booze shops, bars or supermarkets).[/size]

[size=1]I do have one question regarding Halloween... [B]How many Jokers did you count?[/b] Original comic book Joker or Jack N's Joker doesn't count. We counted 26 including the silly boy who was still wearing Joker make-up in Primark on Sunday.[/size]

[size=1]My only suggestion is go for things less alcoholic. If you don't like the taste of alcohol, cider, beers and spirits are probably a no-no. But there's quite a few drinks that don't taste alcoholic at all, maybe a few alcopops (WKD and Breezer comes to mind). The only problem is you'll probably still be sat there trying to get drunk whilst your friends have their faces on the table. I think it really depends on the drink. There's a place that does about a million different shots and some of them don't taste alcoholic at all. Mostly I find that shots with fruits in them, strong tasting fruits, don't have that errie alcoholic after taste. Anything with Apple Sour in it, in my experience, doesn't taste too nasty. I'd personally go for watering things down... rum and coke can taste just like weird coke if you mix it correctly. If it really becomes an issue of taste, you should trying doing vodka shots in your eye. Then you don't have to taste it at all![/size]