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I live!

My love goes out to you all. Especially Pantene KNG Lord_Phat.

YUNNEL!

FB

wow is the devil.

my mumma my my mum my mu mu mumma says my mumma says......

That word is banned from being spoken around me at work and anywhere else for that matter... army blokes talking about ice traps and shit... WTF

World of Warcraft is where it's at.

Get on realm Gorgonnash and talk to Innerwiz on Horde. That's me.

Play it a lot.

Hello everyone!

Hope you are all doing well, its been a few years since i have seen any of the pnp mofos or anyone from the TF community. I last saw a some familiar faces when i visited Sydney to stay with an old friend Disp and went and saw Badboy and met up with Jaebea etc

im now in sunny Darwin for a 2 year posting. I have been away the last year in Melbourne studying with the army school of signals. What can i say? its great - life is good.

8 fucking years huh, i remember the days at yeronga ... I hope to catch up irl or online with you foggots soon.

Oh yeah !

Happy 8th Birthday PnP.

8 years of carving the field.

Round 1

PNP vs DVS, pnp wins hardcore, and loses Openfire, omg we lost! oh well, hopefully the weekend warriors might actually start playing the game.

lineup
sold,shiv,covert,kod,slap,helm thanks to moo and zar for slutting.

Round 2

PNP vs NME, pnp and nme rivalry has been going on for a while now since etf, we actually expected to lose to nme, as we hardly play etf and a few of us had to install 1.2 on the game night.

pnp line up of

ATT: Sold,bern,covert,shiv

DEF: solj,kod,slap,helm

Map 1 was smooth

pnp were 20-40 down on smooth, thanks to some creative attacking, we won 80-60

map 2 was forts, which we won convincingly 40 to 10.

hopefully the regular games, will bring back some interest.

as per the topic. ETF is now the name of the game and pnp dominace is still the same. Team P.n.P will be fielding a team for any up comming etf leagues in the near future to stamp our tf dominace on yet another game/mod qwtf and q3f being oaned by pnp already, it is now time on oan yet another community with gay antics and arigance. if i could only spell this would sound much better. so just go fuck yourselves if you don't agree. :P

Back when I was a young lad, cross dressing was acceptable. The mighty mess and I back in 1999 :) If I remember rightly, mess got pretty spastic and left early. I stayed on to party on "like it was 1999!"

Well...

I survived my 30th birthday on Saturday.

I'm still alive.

That is all... carry on.

FB

I said 500 words.... really i was clear on that. you fail. if you wish to reapply for a apprentership with Clan PnP please ask for a new task that will be much harder as you failed a simple one...

Earlier today Descent was asked to prove his worthiness to take up an apprentership with Clan PnP. He was asked to produce a 500 word essay, on 2f5 defence and what he believes the key to defending 2f5 is.

The results are soon to be released. as Judged by the pnp panel. here's the essay.

2Fort5r is arguably the easiest of all the maps to defend if a solid strategy is implemented. All entrances to the basement are narrow and can easily be covered. Usually any enemies who do reach your basement are severely damaged and are easily finished off by the Basement Soldier or Engineer.

Now I believe that the key position, the strong hold, the backbone of 2Fort5r defences would have to be the Basement Defenders, but more specifically, the Basement Soldier.

Their task is too keep a keen eye out on the incoming reports and K-9 ear on Ramps Room and Lift activity, whether it be the sounds of your defences active in the Ramps Room or the uneducated offensive player falling down the Lift.

The most commonly used Defensive play is what I call a Post Up, thus is when each defender is assigned to a specific position or a post that they only move from for resupplying purposes and / or a closely located flag in need of attendance.

This Defensive play is set up to work like a hierarchy, therefore Top Spiral/Grate and Ramps Room act as the First line of Defence, the Second Line of Defence would be a Dispenser set inside the Lift doorway and a Mid/Floating Spiral Demolitions Man, and lastly the Basement Soldier and Flag Room Engineer [although once the Sentry Gun is deployed and upgraded to Level Three in the middle of the Flag Room (in line of sight of both corridors) the Engineer is able to drift throughout the fortification and supply defenders with armour and EMP assistance].

The Basement Soldier needs to be quick on their feet yet still be able to hold solid ground because quite often a group attack will be organised by the opposition to swiftly take out the Ramp Room Defender and the additional Dispenser in Lift doorway which takes away the ease of the hierarchy defence method as most of the Lift attackers to follow will be near to if not full health, which means the Basement Soldier needs to be equipped with respectable Death Match experience.


But as the Last Line of Defence, consequently once the Flag has been taken possession of by the opposition you quickly become the First Line of Defence but unfortunately when the sound of the stolen flag has been triggered, most commonly your defensive structure looses its foundation and becomes an open Death Match brawl meaning it is up to you to punt as much fire power into their Front Line Offence because chances of your Ramps Room and Top Spiral team mates withdrawing from their free frag and stepping back onto Basement grounds to support your falling foundations and eliminating any potential flag thief.

you may ask the above question. the answer is really simple. everyone is to busy doing this. LOLLERBATE!#@$#$@@^%$

DP... how could you do it... I took you into my home... We watched our kids play together... Our girls bought clothes together... And this is the motherfuckin' thanks I get??? http://www.clan-a.com/dp/ Oh the envy just lets me know I'm on the right track :P

Seriously things are going bad for me. My whole religion has failed me. Everybody thinks I'm a cockerspanker-dicklicking-faggeroochi-fuckshaft. I don't know who I am. Shit is bad. Will you feel sorry for me? My webcam caught me in a moment of dispair as I read over all the flames I recieved lately...

You got it :)

What would you do if I told you that tonight could be the most life altering night of your life...that there is dimensional shift taking place on our planet and that the choices we make that lead you up to this transition, will alter the destiny of our lives and set in place the reality we choose for eternity?

Would you open your mind for a moment and take advice from a wise stranger? Or would you turn your head in fear and ignorance? I know some of you will turn away... you're energetic field is like thick sludge who wouldn't know a spiritual master even if he touched you on the shoulder. On the other hand some of you will have felt my touch and your energetic fields are much cleaner and can sense the dramatic shift taking place here and now tonight. 3 years and 11 hours after the falling of the twin towers. Work out the math.

When this moment occurs whatever state of mind you are in will become your fixed reality for eons. This may be a once off opportunity to transcend from whatever level of existance you are on. It may be a curse which sets in stone a lifetime of misery.

From this point forward, your up until now limited powers will be granted full freedom to create and your intention will become the entirety of your reality.

Let go of your anger towards one another and especially PnP. PnP ledgends, let go of your need to dominate. Everybody, let go of your need to play for revenge instead of fun. Open yourself to the possibility of Teamfortress changing. Let go of the need to knock people down. Embrace newness. Embrace newcomers. Help one another. Be positive.

Think of this as a passing down of hints from Morpheous. I know you will do what is right for you. May all the forces of light be with you tonight. I will be praying for freedom. For those of you who can astral travel join me at Camelot nearing 8pm EST tonight and hold strong in your vision for your dream reality.

Since moving into the new pad in the city I've had to make some neighborly adjustments. Instead of living next door to the Asian family with boarded windows and 30+ living in it, plus i think its growing as they dig deep down into the earth expanding their immigrant empire so the numbers could be huge like zion...anyways, now in the city I live next to this 5 story abandoned building which is home to the homeless.

A couple weeks ago I heard a rucus outside. I went to the window and almost shit my pants. There was about 12 aboriginals sitting on the pavement throwing stones at the building. I didn't know what to do besides call the cops but thought that was just a cop out. Then it clicked.... I'm [PnP].

I quickly ran down the 2 flights of stairs, put my shoes on and entered the reality server. Now I don't know how many other super geeks there out there like me who would confront a pack of aboriginals so put that in your scaredy pants basket and step aside for the real man in town before you pull out any knife blazing shit again.

I open the door. I walk outside. I look across the street. There they are. Paint filled containers under the shirts. Laughing at each other. The shananigans stopped as they felt my presence coming towards them. They knew something was wrong. I walked through the pack. Internally fearing death but at the point where my fear turns into psychotic rage. As I walked across the road I stared each in the eye without a single facial flinch or energetic switch. They knew they were walking with a master they didn't recognise.

I wanted to kill them. I fucking hate living in fear of shit like this. Rat pack bullshit. I switched through my available weapons. All I had was a gas grenade and a switch blade. Since I've grown up with a father that lives on the streets I know what its like to be in the slumps. I didn't want to pull them down because it just aggrivates and amplifies the situation. I put the weapons away.

I walked back across the street. All eyes on me. "What's he gonna do?" they were thinking. I felt like I was in such a bind. If I asked them to go they wouldn't respect me. If I said I'm calling the cops from my window. It would have been my windows their next target. I decided the best plan of attack would be to display psychotic behaviour beyond comprehension. My target? Bins and Trees.

I start punching the trees. I run and jump kick a line of wheely bins propelling them all over the place. I scream out at the top of my lungs "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCCKKKKKKK" as I'm punching myself in the head. There was some serious bottled away in the cupboard energy coming out of me. I look to see what the situation is with the street kids. Most of them had run off. 5 were left. 1 of them started approaching me mid-flight saying "Man, are you alright?". I couldn't believe it. He was concerned. I reply "Yeah man, I'm just fucken pissed off, you ever get angry sometimes?". He starts laughing in my face...

"Your BEAMING!!" he says...big eyes poking out of his dark face. "Your beaming!"

"wtf?" I say "what is beaming?" - obviously some street kid term I suggest to myself. I wanted to express my hatred towards this fella but it was like something happened. There was no more anger left to give. I look over at a couple of the other fellas also with concerned looks in their eyes. Somehow all this started out as being a possible mass street kid masacre out the front of my house turned into unlikely strangers becoming friends in the night. I told them my situation...

I said "Look guys, its important for me to keep my concentration when I'm playing defense in Teamfortress and if a rock comes through my window ever you can expect a rocket in your arse. I've got the best POV up here to fucking rape your arse."

They nodded. Jaws dropped. I knew they understood where I was coming from. As I said, I didn't want to pull them down because I know how it doesn't make sense to try and rip someone apart who's already in a bad way so I decided to give em something to look forward to in life...some sort of ambition..

I said "When I was in year 10 I had nothing go for me in life. I'd goto school embarassed about the loaf of bread I was given by my father too short changed from alcohol to give me spreads on it. I'd tell the fellas at school that I made my own lunch and its what I wanted but deep inside I felt like the poor boy amidst the princes. My whole life was a facade. I hated it. Sick of people looking down on me like some sort of nobody. I decided to invert myself in digital reality. I started a clan. I thought 'this is going to be something that nobody is ever going to look down apon' and then [PnP]Messiah was born".

Today I went into the building because I've been talking to some of the local businesses here who are wanting to get it demolished because now they are grafitting cars and shit and so I knew I needed to have another chat. There was only 2 people inside. I sat dowwn with this young fella who kinda reminded me of me and I gave him an ultimatum. I said "Look man, I've worked my shit out and now I have [PnP] next to my name. If you clean your act up in a couple years you could be in PnP too."

I saw a twinkle in his eye. I have a feeling times are changing...

Heres another essay, written in realtime straight from the heart direct to you live from man himself...[PnP]Messiah... oh can you here the inner crowd roar? Today I'm going to talk about the current TF scene as I see it and whats going to happen next. Maybe I should change my name to [PnP]Prophet? you know I decided once that a Prophet is somebody who sees a possible reality they don't like and then decide to tell a fable in order to alter the minds of those who are a part of the collective story which we end ups unfolding in which we call our 'lives'. Well friend, the reality I have seen is the death of a game and the bitter fools of a community it leaves behind. And so today I share with you what I saw and how its going to change. Last night I played a pug. I don't play many. I've played maybe 4 in about 4 years. I've still probably played more TF then you though whoever you are. So I'll tell you I'm an authority on the subject. I know it rubs you the wrong way. I'll also tell you I'm a bullshit artist. Some sort of cosmic joker here to fully fuck with your brain. Why do I do it? Because you're fixed in your ways and you need to change and move onto something new. If there weren't folk like myself around to mix shit up you'd end up unhappy and depressed. You should consider yourself lucky you've got your own personal Messiah here in the TF scene to unravel the shit you've got yourself into with this game. The current 'fixed' mentality of TF So, here's how it is. You're all masters at this game. You've got every map nailed. Every position fixed. Every attacking run mapped out. The best way to cruise through every map. The best places to spam shit. The best places to do gay shit. Its all figured out. You're no longer open to suggestions. You all think you're the shit. You know certain players are the kings. Others are shit. Others are average. Certain people can attack. Others can defend. What does the fixed mentality create? What happens when you've got very fixed ideas about the way things should be is it creates an overall feeling of tension. There's little room to breathe. Things need to be exactly the way you want them to be otherwise shit falls apart. You notice how nobody likes to suggest change because it disrupts that feeling of certainty? I can hear it already "Oh no!!! Oh no mr messiah we cannot possible integrate that because that would mean it would mean I would lose this and Oh NOOOOO IT would imbalance this and then the game would change and then I wouldn't be the king of doing the same shit I've done for 7 years".. hahahha Here is an example of what this fixed mentality has created in the community. Last night I played a pug. We were playing 2n2. I let my team know that I'm currently slightly disadvantaged playing on a trackpad. I was positioned in the front defense. I thought "this will be fun to play hwguy". Arsey kindly suggested that I play soldier because I would get raped by scouts. I felt stupid to be in there and figured I'd get raped but decided to hold strong in my desire to play for fun instead of 'play-the-same-way-for-ever' lockdown. Within a few minutes of starting. I watched 2 teammate soldiers on defense taking each other down in the front room because one of them misunderstood where he was meant to be. I could mention names but who gives a shit? Everybody does it so get over blaming individuals. Meanwhile the only cuss I got in the game was from my own scout who was pissed off because in the midst of battle and the rush to get out there he ran into mirvs. I threw 5 mirvs the whole game and was accused of spamming. I had fun, but I observed much anger and resentment amongst everybody. Frustration is the inability to see that things can change and the more fixed your views are about the way things should be the more frustrated you become. See this teammate scout (whos name is also witheld) applied his same understanding of the way other people have played in the past and decided that since he's encountered 1 million other teamkilling wankers in the past I must be one of them so he cussed me! That makes a lot of sense. Thats really leading by example on the way you want the game to change hey mate? Now, this also shows the divide between attack and defense as though they are on different teams. Really there's 4 different teams playing in a game where there is meant to be 2. Like 2 games playing at once. Sometimes attack and defense come together in unity but hardly ever. So coming back to the subject...INVITABILITY. A new word. Teamfortress works the same way as business. In order for it to survive it must have some sort of turnover of people within it to stay alive. It must actually change and grow in order to adapt to the constantly changing needs of the people who operate it. What happens when you've got a business that just says "this is the same way we've always done and we're not willing to change"? Everybody in the business is a complete tight arse who feels inches away from a creeping death. What I'm saying is, this game is not inviting anymore to newcomers and you're all getting so fed up with shit that you're dropping like flies, probably only playing because your TF skills is the one certain thing you've been able to stick with. Whats going to happen down this track of tight-arsed-fixed-monopolising-skill-mastering-and-holding TF players is the death of the game. Who wants to join a game or start from fresh when your teammates fuck you over for being new or trying some new shit? Somebody explain please how this fosters a teamspirit and overall goodness for the success of teamfortress? Will the real Messiah please stand up? Whats going to happen The game is going to change whether you like it or not. We are going to start getting over the 'i'm to good to talk to you' shit and start actually communicating. When we communicate within a community we do not need to fear ending up with some game that nobody likes or that is imbalanced because if it is it will be changed for the better. But basically, say goodbye to how you see TF now because its dying quickly. Everybody can feel a weak pulse. But who's going to do the work? As you know there are very few willing developers around to do this sort of stuff to upgrade TF. But can you blame them? I mean really, who, besides some enlightened champion like myself, would wanna bend over backwards to help out people who shoot down those who are trying to do something for the best for all? You'd have to have some sort of magical powers to see through the egotistical sludge of this scene in order to see a way out. I do. I've got more to say - but the cleaning lady is vacuuming around me and my woman has arrived and I'm hungry so stay posted..