I am an XP player, right now I have m2 hornet and fracture, m1 rail. I will buy rail asap after sail. I am also interested in hunter (I have mo) and smoky (m1) and wasp m2. However, I want to save up for legenend kit (Hornet m3, rail m3, progidi at general? 2 stars) after m2 rail. So should i buy the other m2s or wait for th over powered legend kit. As I said, I will have an m2 combo, and I am almost first lt. what should I go for?

I had no idea that this was an Islamic holiday, I guess I am a little ignorant, but their are too many holidays(this includes all religions, I am not singling out Islam, this is general.) My own Christianity has a large amount of holidays, holy days, days to do no work( I love sundays :P) a belated eid mubarak to all who celebrate that holiday.

how about nug

Are you a bronie?

Lone-wolf, I trust myself and my skill, which is pretty good ( ^_^). I rely on isidas though, and I like to talk, but I always go it alone, yet I hate DM. B)

This is not a great update: 1.) 50% is too high go with 20-30%, Though I know the rewards were too high. 2.) This makes it harder to save up crystals to use, while prices are still incredible, maybe lower the prices too by 50% 10-15% to hlp from the loss of income

This is not a great update: 1.) 50% is too high go with 20-30%, Though I know the rewards were too high. 2.) This makes it harder to save up crystals to use, while prices are still incredible, maybe lower the prices too by 50% 10-15%

Why can't we keep the paint, I actually really like it.

My eyes searched the room frantically, one door, locked, and presumably with guards waiting for the slightest sound to go in, Ak47’s and AR15’s ready to single in on my heart and send enough bullets into it to supply an army. No go. There was also a window, a nice victorian styled window, delicately placed behind a bullet resistant plexiglass plating. To this day I still do not know why the window was only bullet resistant. Perhaps they were so confident that no one would attack, they got lazy. The world may never know. Finally there was the table between us, a nice cherry table with a modest finish on top, something you could buy at any furniture store. But the windows, they seemed familiar, I racked my brain, I almost caught a glimpse… my careful eyeing was being disrupted, a voice called out pulling me from my subconscious instincts. ¨Joseph, JOSEPH!¨ the man yelled, drawing me back to the present, he had slight accent, his j’s sounded like y’s. The accent was barely noticeable, but somehow I picked up on it. ¨yeah¨ I said as nonchalantly as I could, knowing that this would anger the man, people are careless when they are angry. He let out a stream of curses. ¨Pay attention to me! We haven’t started and already you don’t seem to be as alert as before, perhaps the cryogenics through you off.¨ Cryogenics, normally used to keep people barely alive in hope of a cure one day, this is usually for rich people, and that might explain the money in my pocket. I reached back down into my pocket, and the money still felt cold. The man let out another stream of curses, I was getting to him. ¨You still show no remorse for Alexander! You killed him in cold blood, we all say it, all of the Yakuzas saw it, and our British mafia. Alexander was the middle man you *****, he kept the Yakuzas happy, he was inconspicuous, a ten year old boy, and you gunned him down with your freaking Walther P99c. I don’t give a freaking wip to weather he had a knife in his hands, that was part of the stage, YOU said it yourself.¨ I decided that understanding this man was more than words, I examine his clothes, a red polo, blue jeans, nike running shoes, a stereotypical agent, who would suspect him. However, I have learned that if you stick out, people won’t look at you, that is too obvious, they look for the inconspicuous. This man needed to learn a lot, still. ¨Peter, still being stereotypical are we?¨ Peter hates it when he is insulted. He always did, that is why he never understood why he didn’t infiltrate for the mafia. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand up, walk over to me, and start bellowing in my ear. I caught the eye of something silver, a brief flash on a roof. A single shot was fired, and then Peter fell to the ground, eyes already white and blank. A single bullet, probably from a Dragunov, was shot into the connecting area between the spinal cord and the brain. That is a risky shot, If you miss, they will live, though paralyzed, they are alive. This was a perfect shot though, very little blood, dead before he hit the ground. I imagined Alexander having a grim look of satisfaction on his face he always was an ace shot, ever since he was nine. There were still more targets. I decided to grab my Walther, surprisingly, it still had it’s clip in and a few more scattered around near the magazine belt. I picked it up. Only then did the guards come in, I raced to the broken window, looking at a seven story drop. The guards were green, they probably had never seen action, and definitely didn’t expect assassination. A few fumbled with their clips, so overconfident they weren’t loaded. This is what saved my life, I could have surrendered, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I looked down, there was a flag pole and a fire escape ladder nearby. ¨Don’t do it¨ One of the guards yelled. To late, I already had made up my mind, I turned and jumped.

Part 3, Distractions and Delusions My eyes searched the room frantically, one door, locked, and presumably with guards waiting for the slightest sound to go in, Ak47’s and AR15’s ready to single in on my heart and send enough bullets into it to supply an army. No go. There was also a window, a nice victorian styled window, delicately placed behind a bullet resistant plexiglass plating. To this day I still do not know why the window was only bullet resistant. Perhaps they were so confident that no one would attack, they got lazy. The world may never know. Finally there was the table between us, a nice cherry table with a modest finish on top, something you could buy at any furniture store. But the windows, they seemed familiar, I racked my brain, I almost caught a glimpse… my careful eyeing was being disrupted, a voice called out pulling me from my subconscious instincts. ¨Joseph, JOSEPH!¨ the man yelled, drawing me back to the present, he had slight accent, his j’s sounded like y’s. The accent was barely noticeable, but somehow I picked up on it. ¨yeah¨ I said as nonchalantly as I could, knowing that this would anger the man, people are careless when they are angry. He let out a stream of curses. ¨Pay attention to me! We haven’t started and already you don’t seem to be as alert as before, perhaps the cryogenics through you off.¨ Cryogenics, normally used to keep people barely alive in hope of a cure one day, this is usually for rich people, and that might explain the money in my pocket. I reached back down into my pocket, and the money still felt cold. The man let out another stream of curses, I was getting to him. ¨You still show no remorse for Alexander! You killed him in cold blood, we all say it, all of the Yakuzas saw it, and our British mafia. Alexander was the middle man you *****, he kept the Yakuzas happy, he was inconspicuous, a ten year old boy, and you gunned him down with your freaking Walther P99c. I don’t give a freaking wip to weather he had a knife in his hands, that was part of the stage, YOU said it yourself.¨ I decided that understanding this man was more than words, I examine his clothes, a red polo, blue jeans, nike running shoes, a stereotypical agent, who would suspect him. However, I have learned that if you stick out, people won’t look at you, that is too obvious, they look for the inconspicuous. This man needed to learn a lot, still. I then remember his name. ¨Peter, still being stereotypical are we?¨ Peter hates it when he is insulted. He always did, that is why he never understood why he didn’t infiltrate for the mafia. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand up, walk over to me, and start bellowing in my ear. I caught the eye of something silver, a brief flash on a roof. A single shot was fired, and then Peter fell to the ground, eyes already white and blank. A single bullet, probably from a Dragunov, was shot into the connecting area between the spinal cord and the brain. That is a risky shot, If you miss, they will live, though paralyzed, they are alive. This was a perfect shot though, very little blood, dead before he hit the ground. I imagined Alexander having a grim look of satisfaction on his face he always was an ace shot, ever since he was nine. He was also a good middle man. There were still more targets. I decided to grab my Walther, surprisingly, it still had it’s clip in and a few more scattered around near the magazine belt. I picked it up, and put it on. Only then did the guards come in, I raced to the broken window, looking at a seven story drop. The guards were green, they probably had never seen action, and definitely didn’t expect assassination. A few fumbled with their clips, so overconfident they weren't loaded. This is what saved my life, I could have surrendered, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I looked down, there was a flag pole and a fire escape ladder nearby. ¨Don’t do it¨ One of the guards yelled. To late, I already had made up my mind, I turned and jumped.

I wish we could upgrade equipment:(

problem is that their are so many parkour battles, it is hard to find missions

yay, this time I can get m2s:D

This is twice in a newspaper that you have used incorrect english. I am very disapointed. :angry:

must cost more

good, gold boxes did need more time.

I am in, I will do my best to get on at server restart (unfortunately, 10:00 pm, and I like sleeping) THis is a great idea though, as I said, I will do my best.

I was once in a serp. CTF. My team was playing... pathetically meh... I had got one of our 2 flags, the other one was complete luck the other guy got it. I literally captured the flag and the match ended. SUCH A GOOD FEELING.

Shed: ¨bantha fodder¨ I love star wars too, I really like the reference. :D

Very very useful, one of my favorite columns.

Because your sound is off why can't I buy m5 rail?

I no

I am to lazy to care. Why am i drunk?