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Banging in San Andreas: GTA 3-Fiddy Style
Posted by FiftySPEED in XCL Humour on January 1st, 2007
“Back To The Ghetto”
A call from my bro Sweet. A call no son wants to get. Bad news. Moms is dead. Murderred. After getting away from all the gang banging of Los Santos where I grew up, I find myself arriving home from 5 years in Liberty city. One of my homeys is waiting at the airport and we make the sombre trip back to the hood in his sled. Oh shit, what’s that? Red and blue lights in the rear view. Two cops. One white, one black. Next thing I know, I’m in the back of their car and they’re going on about me killing a cop or something. All I know is that I didn’t do shit. This is a freakin’ setup.
To make matters worse, when they’re done trying to put the scare into me, they drop me off in the worst of places: a rival gang’s hood. I gotta act fast. Looking around, I spot a kid on a bike and before he knows what hits him, he gets the Canadian Crowbar and is lying on the ground while I’m off on his bike. People are starting to notice me, a few comments are made, racial slurs, etc but nothing I can’t handle. I haven’t ridden a BMX in years. I realize my skillz from my youth are still intact. I can endo, wheelie, even ride the pool bowls at the skate park I spy across the street.
Its getting kinda sketchy so I make tracks towards my hood and thankfully come across a couple old friends. We’re chillin on our rides on a street corner when buddy yells, “Get down! Driveby!!!”. Bullets start whistling past us. None of us get hit. We’re outta here and the chase is on. My two buddies are long gone ahead of me. I might know how to ride a bike but its been a while and I’m outta shape. These bangers shooting at us keep pulling up alongside me. Its amazing how bad of shots these guys are!! I take a couple of grazing shots but all my major organs are intact. To add to my troubles, I must have taken a spill off my ride at least three times. Walls are particulary unforgiving. Good thing I just missed that speeding train. Mental note: next time while crossing the tracks heed the warning lights.
We make it home safe. My bro Sweet is not super happy to see me. He’s got his ideas of what happened to Moms but is unwilling to share them with me at this time. Frustrating but its obvious he’s sore at me for taking off to Liberty City for so long. Thinks I ran from my problems and left him hanging. But he’s my bro. I’m home now and I’m going to prove to him how important he and my family are to me.
I get set up in my old room. Cool. The regular boys are chilling outside, bragging about bitches, swapping the malt liquor. Ahhh, good to be home. There’s nothing left in my closet. I fool around with some combinations of what to wear and ultimately decide that if I’m going to be a badassed chocolate covered almond gangsta, I need to be proud of who I am. So, I do the first thing that comes naturally, strip down to my tighty whiteys, pull ‘em up to nearly my chest and head outside and cruise.
I’m surprised at how many people accept my appearance. No shirt, no shoes, only my underwear. Man, these shorts are big! Some passerby shouts a comment about underwear being overrated. He’s right. If I could go nude, I would have. I get my hair cut first. The barber does a wonderful job of “volumizing” my short, short hair into a wonderful ’70’s style NBA afro. I grab 3 large pizza’s which I have no problem eating and head back to the hood.
My bro’s starting to warm up to me a bit more. We do a few things, grab some guns, hustle some people, drink some malt liquor, you know, typical small scale gangsta stuff. I’ve noticed that I can take a beating though, that’s good. And when I get shot up, I always wake up in the hospital, no matter if I’m riddled with bullets or run over by a car. Cool. Sweet sets me up at the gym. So, for the next few days, I cruise around and work out. The boys want me to gain some weight. So, I pump some iron and can already see the results. I gots me some pipes now. No Balco for me homey, I’m straight up natch.
I’m feeling particulariy adventurous and begin to explore outside of my regular hood. I’ve realized that for the first few days, I’ve hardly been a few blocks from my house. I have a handy map in my pocket that highlights where I’ve been and I am amazed to see that I’ve hardly touched the geography of the local area.
I first head north towards the glitz and glam of Las Venturas. WTF? The bridge is closed off due to some “road construction” or something. That’s dumb. So, I turn around and head back towards home. I keep cruising and see a sign for the Los Santos airport. Hmmm! Airports are fun. Let me see what sort of trouble I can find there. After a few minutes of driving (it looked closer on the map!) I’m there. Its an ok airport, nothing much to see. I wanna get onto the tarmac. We all know that’s where the real fun stuff is. No way in though. So, I pull my car up to a wall, get out, hop on top of it and scale the wall. I feel like the Great American Hero finding out all these new abilities I have. I jump down and start walking across the tarmac. Holy crap! I nearly get run over by a runaway taxi being chased by an unmarked police car. How’d he get in there? I keep going, this time looking both ways. Ooh, what’s this? A Dodo! Last time I tried flying one of these it didn’t stay off the ground for more than 5 seconds. I hop in, start it up and it works! Flys nice too. I tour around the airport and see some Learjets. I land, get out and try the door of the Learjet. Its open. KILLER. Let’s rock. Forget the turboprop shiznit, I want me some jets. After taxiing to the runway and taking off like a seasoned pilot, I gently bank left and head west to San Fierro. The cruising is beautiful. I can see soooo far save for the occasional cloud. I am coming up on another bridge. The bridge to San Fierro. I can see that bridge is closed like the first one but no matter, there’s nothing to stop me up here! I continue on, no loading screen (nice!) and…. wait a sec! What the hell? Suddenly I’m a wanted man! And not just one star wanted. I’m talking instant four stars!! What the hell!?? What did I do? Apparently I’m not welcome outside of Los Santos… at least not yet.
I figure, “who can get me up here in the wild blue yonder?”. Then I see a army helo fly past. He’s got nothing on my jet and was soon dust. I keep cruising. What’s that new sound I hear? I check my six just in time to see a Harrier launch a missle at me. Its a dead hit. Engine one flames out but I’m ok. I’m over San Fierro now. Damn, another missle hit. I’m in real trouble now as the second engine is on fire. Can’t find a place to set down. Another missle hits me… I’m in deep shit here. Instruments are dead. Plane’s smoking something fierce. I know if I don’t ditch, I’m a dead man. The planes in a shallow dive and I bail out. Uh oh, I’m still really high. Falling with no parachute. Oh crap. Thankfully, I hit water, swim to shore and notice two police vans do headers off a cliff as I scramble up to the road. Some silly person is rubbernecking so I jack his car and head to down. I’ve got helicopters, cop cars and SUV’s hunting me down. I won’t last long on the ground. I’m quickly coming to the understanding that my end is near. I spot a burger joint. May as well wolf down a couple of Beef Stack combos and have an impromptu last meal. Awfully nice of the police to respect my wishes and wait outside….
“Cruisin’ Downtown In My Six-Fo”
Nothing like hearing the blissful notes of Eazy-E after jacking my first car upon my release from Los Santos Hospital. Patched up after having my lunch rudely interrupted by a hoard of police and military personnel, Fiddy’s got the mono radio cranked and I’m ready to start some hardcore bangin’ again.
I’m thinkin’ its ’bout time get back to the business at hand here. I’ve made a few friends along with my regular crew (Sweet, Big Smoke and Ryder) including one of the craziest mofo’s I’ve met. A cat named OG Loc. This guy is flat out whack. He thinks he’s a rapper but Loc’s got no skillz on the mic and he rhymes like shit. I’ll occasionally meet him out back of his gig at the burger joint for a blunt. Loc’s old school Grove Street so even though he’s whacked, I still gotta watch out for one of my homies. We’ve rolled a bit together. Somehow, this “original gangsta” gets me wrapped up in stealing someone’s lyrics! So, there I am, up in the hills of Los Santos sneaking into some grand rap masta’s mansion to grab these lyrics. Its here where I get to show off my stealth abilities. Using shadows, dark rooms and a sharp knife I get the lyrics. Man, I must have slit the throats of five or six of that punk’s bodyguards. I’m developing a real taste for ‘da bloodshed. I especially like this stealth stuff. The hunter and the hunted… The feel of the warm blood rushing over my hands as I slide my blade across the supple skin of my prey’s throat is envigorating. And with the lyrics in hand, I’m gone as quiestly as I came. As I leave I notice a for sale sign. When I make it big, this place is mine.
I’ve decided to change my image a little bit. I’ve grown my hair out and dyed the ‘fro blonde. Got me some new threads as well. Looking a bit mo’ gangsta now and proudly sporting Grove Street colours. 4 life now, ya hear!? Holla! Stopped going to the gym for a while. I find that my everyday activities are keeping me super lean, even when I eat 11 pizzas in one sitting then doing the technicolor yawn at the front counter of the pizza joint. Word.
Back in the hood, I’ve noticed a few new faces around. Unwelcome faces. So, one day, I go up to this cocky looking guy to see what his gig is. Turns out he’s dealin’. You don’t deal on Grove Street turf unless you are Grove Street. 4 LIFE! He offers me some and I’m given a chance to reply. Damn, back in Liberty City if someone spoke to me, I could only communicate with my fists. This is nice. I’m offered a choice between responding positively or negatively. I tell this mofo off. Dude pulls a Gat but before he can pull the trigger, I’ve squeezed off one round, right in the forehead. Down goes thedealer!! Two things happen next. One, I realize how much money drug dealers carry (so I pick it all up, a few K’s worth). And two, I realize that, with practise, my proficiency with a gun increases. Hehehe.
I am beginning to notice a real de-sensitivity to killing as the days progress. It takes less and less to “flip my switch” so to speak. Walking down the street and some guy bumps me. BLAM. Make a comment I don’t agree with? BLAM. I see a guy that looks like Wil Smith? BLAM. Fresh Prince this… nerd! Cops come and go, nothing I can’t handle. That said, all this senseless killing still leaves a void in me. This void wasn’t something I could put a finger on… until I met a girl.
I can’t remember her name now (too many ho’s, too little time) but she was special. Turns out she’s a Grove Street girl herself and just lives down on the corner. Anyways, who cares about that, this gangsta just wants to do some ballin’. I pick her up for our first date hoping to score quickly. We head out, not really sure what we’re gonna do. Fast food, pizza, fancier restaurants, bars, you name it, we can go and do it. So, thinking with little Fiddy, we head to the bar. She loves it. We pound a couple of 40’s of LS’s finest malt liquor. Good times. She says, “take me home”, I’m thinking, “this playa’s in there.” We get to her place, out she gets without even a kiss!!! WTF??? “Ok, ok, playa, keep it cool,” I’m thinking. Next time it’ll happen. We set up a date to go out again. A couple of days later, I pick her up. On my bike this time. She hops on. I think about going back to the bar, it seemed to work before, but decide to cruise around a bit. The next hour of my life not only surprised the hell out of me, it also impressed the hell out of me.
So, we’re cruisin’ and suddnely my ‘ho brandishes a piece and tells me she wants to do some drive by’s!! So, off we go to Balla territory. There we are, doubling on my crotch rocket bike, she shooting left, me cappin’ bustas right. Was this meant to be or what? After a few laps of the neighbourhood and several capped Balla’s, she’s ready to head home again. Pizza? No thanks, she stayed on the bike. So, home we go. About halfway’s home, I get notified that our hood is under attack by some Balla’s. Gotta represent so we take a little detour before dropping her off. We roll up on the action, I jump off and start cappin’ these punks and protecting my turf. In the middle of the action, I look over and notice my ‘ho ain’t just waiting on the bike, she hasn’t run off but rather she’s in the middle of the melee shootin’ and bangin!! This could be love!!! We handle this attack quite easily. I’ve got my fingers crossed, this could be the night little Fiddy comes out to play! we get back to her place and once again, FUCK, Fiddy gets denied. In she walks. I wait in the driveway for a short bit, frustrated. I honk my horn to get her attention. No reply. (I’d knock if I could). Fuck it. I leave. On my way home, I have a brilliant idea. No way this homey’s gonna get dissed like that and sit there and take it! Drop the bike. Jack a car. A car with a big back seat. I roll up to a hooker, she asks me if I’m looking for a good time and hops in. I park the car right in my ex-ho’s driveway and me and this hooker go to town. The car’s a’rockin, she’s screamin’ and I’m loving it. Right in my now-ex-girlfriend’s driveway. Take that bitch. Next morning, the ex still isn’t around (she might not be up yet, its still early and I don’t care) so I get me another hooker and park the car out back of her house this time, right under her window. This time we’re extra loud. That’ll teach her… ’til next time homeys.
“Out of My Element…”
Aside from previously stated issues with my now EX-girlfriend, things have started to get a little weird around my hood and in Los Santos. For reasons that I will not explain to you XCL honkeys (and partly cause now this game’s coming to ‘da Box), I figured it best to split out of town for a while. My buddy Caesar hooks me up with his cousin up in the countryside north of Los Santos.
BUT, before I leave, I should probably mention a little something. Playin’ the ponies at the local betting joint. I have a few thousand to my name. I don’t handicap but rather I bet by name. You know a horse is gonna be a winner when they’re named things like “Bearded Clam” and other colorful descriptions. I bet on average odds horse2 (4 to 1, 5 to 1, that sort of thing) but no luck. Before I lose it all, I figure one last $1000 on the 12-1 long shot. I figure I can always roll some dealers and random crack whores or burgle some homes for some $$ anyways. Sure enough, my pony comes in and I make a cool $12000. Thank you very much!
I’m surprised when I find out that Caesar’s cousin is a girl. I was expecting a guy. But after a while, she goes freaky and I end up seeing her a few days later joined at the hip with a very familiar face from years past… Where do I know that face from?? Liberty? I wonder… Damn guy must be mute or something…
Anyways, to be honest, the countryside isn’t really all that exciting. I’m more of a city guy myself. I buy myself a trailer to bunk down when need be. There’s quite the assortment of country bumpkins out there. Plenty of trailers, tractors, rednecks and plenty of gun shops. But I yearn for the city. In my spare time, I head back into Los Santos but have to tread lightly. While back home, I get my hair cut into a really sharp Elvis coif and buy a beachfront condo. This’ll be fly with the ladies. I’ve heard rumours of clams on the beach but can only confirm the bearded variety.
I’ve finally established some contacts in the city of San Fierro, so it looks like its bye bye time for the countryside for me. It couldn’t come any sooner. However, I am still impressed by the size of the “state” that I live in. Some of the drives between towns are quite long. You can easily get lost if you’re not paying attention to turn offs and such. On my way to San Fierro, I grab a dirt bike and find some dirt trails leading up a mountain. Up and up I’m going finally coming to what appears to be the summit and a clearing. There’s a couple of motor homes around, a mountain bike and… what’s this??? A backpack? NOPE. A PARACHUTE!!!! How convenient, right across this clearing is a lookout point over a sheer cliff. And to make things even more convenient, there’s a small bike ramp. Hmmm… if I could get enough speed, I could clear that fence… Anyone up for some basejumping?
Never having done this before and having a full health bar and full armour, I figure what the hell? Hop on the bike, equip the parachute and I’m off. I clear the lookout railing easily. HOLY SHIT, its a long, long ways down. I quickly realize that the parachute just doesn’t work on its own. And I’m still on the bike. I struggle with the bike and before I know it, the ground is right there. SLAM!! Amazingly, for some reason, I ride away unscathed. Further to this discovery of mine, it turns out I can get onto the roof of the tallest building back in Los Santos (its really easy to find). I figure I can try basejumping here and not have to deal with the bike. First attempt? I don’t jump off the building but rather just step off and splat myself all over a ledge not even a 1/4 of the way down. Second attempt? Road pizza on the highway. Third attempt, I actually meet my maker on the roof of a moving car. Finally, on the fourth attempt I figure out how to deploy my chute and make a nice landing on a nearby building. One problem though, how do I get down from here now?
After recovering from multiple fractures, I’m back on track on establishing myself in San Fierro. I figure new city, new look for myself. So, no more gym, no more running and always ten combos at the local fast food joint. I’m going for the Heavy D look this time ’round. Catch y’all at the Fat Albert premiere!
Awesome Viva Pinata Commercial
Posted by Jaken Bear in XCL Humour on December 11th, 2006
There has been lots of hype this year about Halo 3 and some game called Gears of something rather, but the possible sleeper hit of the year amongst civilized gamers could be a small title about Magical Pinatas. Need Proof? Check out this commercial.
Creepiest Game Character ever? Check the Trailer
Posted by Jaken Bear in XCL Humour on November 4th, 2006
Yes, its the Creepy Burger King Guy! The bearded freak is hitting your Xbox 360 this November in a series of 3 games that you will be able to purchase for only $3.99 each. The oddest of these three games has to be “Sneak King”, where the goal is the sneak around as this odd looking Mustached freak and quote, “Surprise hungry citizens with BURGER KING sandwiches and other menu items throughout the day before they pass out from hunger.” I’m sorry, but if this dude snuck up on me with a tasty double whopper, I’d have no option but to punch him in the face and run (after taking the burger for safe keeping of course)
Don’t take my word for it though, check out the trailer and then ask yourself the following question :
What would you do if the Burger King guy surprised YOU with a tasty burger king meal?
Chronicles of Riddick : Jaken Bear’s Escape
Posted by Jaken Bear in XCL Humour on September 15th, 2006

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
I awake from my slumber and find myself in cuffs strapped down and staring into the face of my arch enemy, that dick head “Johns”. What kind of stupid name is “Johns ” any how? I guess I should introduce myself first though. My name is Riddick and I supposedly the baddest badass in the universe. Now you have to remember, this is before I became Vin Diesel, so I’m really not a pussy. Just because I starred in such flicks such as the Fast and the Furious, and XXX does not make me any less of a man. Really! Anyhow, somehow dickhead has managed to capture me and is taking me into the deadliest prison in the galaxy, also know as Butcher Bay. As I sit there strapped into my prisoners chair, I have a brief conversation with Johns whereby I ensure to him that “yes, I really do think he is a dick”. He re-iterates the feeling, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me either. The pilot comes on over the intercom and informs Johns we will be arriving at Butcher Bay within the hour.
As the ship docks, I really do think we are on the most desolate place on the planet. A sandstorm rages in the background as Johns unceremoniously prods me along out of the ship to meet the prison master. Johns is getting cocky and tells me I’m going to rot in here for eternity and that he is going to gladly collect on that healthy bounty that has been put on my head. I inform him that as soon as the chance arrives, I am going to kill him. And not just any kill, I’m going to stealth kill him and snap his neck. How bad ass is that. Anyhow, one of the other prisoners I got to know on the flight ( I decided to name him Dave) starts acting suspicious, as if he is looking for a way to escape before the guards come and take him away. Johns turns his back to me to tell Dave he better not act up or else its game over. Well Dickhead, I think, you have just turned your back to me. Since I am supposedly in a stealth/action adventure at the moment , and the only weapons I have to use are my little old hands, perhaps I should sneak up behind you and see what my options are….oooh..look at this, press X to snap Johns neck. I ponder this for a second. Will I get blood on me? Will it mess up my hair. What if Dave sees, do I have to snap his neck too? After a few seconds and the answers in hand (No, I don’t have any hair, yes), I sneak behind Johns and crack his neck. SNAP.
AWSOME, Johns has just dropped his gun!! I reach down to pick up the weapon and BBBBBBZBZBBZBZBZBZBZBBZ!!!! What the hell, it just gave me a shock. Now the game is telling me his weapon is DNA encoded? What in the freak is DNA? Great plan so far Riddick. You just killed your dick head arch enemy to get his gun and now you can’t even use it. To make matters worse, some hidden turrets I never saw before have started shooting at me from the prison walls! Thankfully in all of the Chaos Dave was smart enough to find an escape hatch down into the lower levels of the landing dock. Although hatches that I don’t know where they lead to generally aren’t used for escape, I disregard this fact and hop in. Unfortunately, it looks like while poor Dave was un battening the hatch a turret ended up shooting him and he fell to the bottom of the pit. After searching him for weapons and smokes (I am going into a prison after all) I carry on.
I come out of the hatch into what looks like some sort of boiler room. Well, there is steam. And there are some boiler like things. I guess this is where the Janitors hang out. SWEET. Janitors in games like this generally aren’t too tough, so the fact I have no weapons and have to rely only on Fisty McFisticuffs right now, means kicking Janitors asses should be a breeze. Low and behold, I look down into the room and see a guy fixing something. Fixing?!?! Oh great, a mechanic. I know all about greasy mechanics. They are as tough as two janitors put together. No matter, I see my only option right now is to climb down the ladder and challenge him to a fist fight. Sure enough, as soon as the guy sees me he starts swearing at me and tells me he is going to kick my ass. “ok, pal, lets get it on!”.
It takes about 4 punches to drop the guy. I guess mechanics aren’t so tough after all. Maybe he was just a Janitor who just got hired and was on a career path change or something like that. After a few seconds of remorse I look down to see what looks like some sort of Blue key. Hmmm, I wonder what this is for? Could it be that door across the room with the blue lock?? Nahh, wouldn’t that be too obvious? Well, I guess I am kind of still in a tutorial type situation. I also pick up something called a vent tool that Mike the mechanic dropped. I’m not sure what use it will be. Maybe I can bash people with it. Must be useful I think to my bald self.
A dark hall awaits me when I open up the blue keyed door. Now the damn game is telling me to click my left stick to go into “stealth mode”. Hey that sounds cool!! I click my left stick and I crouch down. The screen goes into a blue-ish hue. Apparently I am in stealth mode now. I sure don’t feel stealthier than before. I mean, I’m not invisible or anything. I am crouching so I guess maybe they could have called it “crouch mode”. Of course people may confuse that with “crotch mode” and then confuse it further with my movie “xxx” which licked crotch. “Stealth mode” is it then.
I walk…no wait..I slink down the dark hallway in “stealth mode”. I hear someone whistling a tune in the distance. Show tunes?? Another mechanic? Oh no! What if its a big scary guy with a machine gun or something?!?! I start to crap my pants but then remember two things. 1) I am Riddick, the baldest badass on the planet, and 2) I am in stealth mode so must be invisible. As the mystery figure rounds the corner into the light, sure enough it turns out it is indeed a mechanic. This mechanic has a gun however. I decide to name him Marty. Marty the mechanic. I wait for Marty to pass by the T junction of the hallway, and he walks by without seeing me. Time to die Marty!! I sneak up behind him, and decide to use a silent and slow stealth kill. After pressing the X button for about 15 times (how is that stealthy), Marty’s neck finally breaks. Oh great, what if they discover this body I could be caught. Thankfully , a hint comes up on the screen, telling me I can hide the body. I grab Marty’s limp corpse by the leg and drag back to the dark hallway. There, no one will find him here!! I mean, its not like they ever turn the lights on in the mechanics hallway is it? I feel a tinge of guilt for leaving poor Marty’s body laying here to rot, but decide it would be best to move on.
Moving on, I come upon what looks like a dead end. All that is in front of me are some crates that look blatantly climbable and a railing. Using my video game senses I come to the conclusion that the only way out of here is up the crates and then to shimmy along the railing. Man, it must have sucked for Marty and Mike to have had to do this to get to and from work each day. Maybe it is better that I killed them after all. I see what looks like a vent at the end of the railing. I slide on hand over hand. As I am about halfway to the vent, I see another mechanic come around below me…I guess he was napping or something. Since I am 30 feet above him he doesn’t see me, and decides to keep walking. He ends up (I guess his name must be Matt) directly below me. I think about jumping down on his head to take him out but then…no..actually, I jump on his head. With Matt Dead, I grab his body and go hide it with Marty. Well, at least he’ll have company right now. Maybe they can play dead guy cards, or take in some dead guy movies later (perhaps the fast and the furious…deadguys like that right?). Back up the crates, across the railing and then I am a this huge vent.
Crap. It won’t open. Suddenly, I remember that Wrench like tool I acquired from the first monkey I off’ed. Turns out in fact that my handy face basher is actually a “vent Tool”. Well, that explains why “LOOT TNEV” was written in big bold letters. Using the vent tool, I crack open the vent and decide the only logical thing to do is to climb in. Man this vent is roomy. They sure don’t make vents like this back home. As I reach the end I see a grate blocking my way. Boot, down goes the grate. Thankfully the mechanic below doesn’t see me. This guy looks a little tougher though…and he has a shotgun!!!! A shotgun?!?! How the hell and I supposed to beat up a guy with a shotgun? Perhaps I can convince him to be my friend BEFORE he shoots my face off but chances are since everyone here so far has been a dick, that this dude with the shotgun is most likely leader of the “dicks”. I mean, it makes sense. HE sends Matt, Mike, and Marty into the vent, across the rail, and down some crates to fix shit, while he just sits in his office drinking coffee and fondling a shotgun. I’d probably do the same thing. Well guess what Leader Dick, Matt, Marty, and Mike are dead.
Having no fear I walk right up to leader dick and ask him for his gun. Not complying the surprised leader Dick takes his gun and tries to melee attack. As he does this something in my head tells me “push the right trigger”….Doing that, I end up grabbing the gun, swinging the gun towards L.D. and shooting him in the face!!! AWSOME!!! I think back and wished that the other three guys had shotguns too because that was 1) too easy, and 2) a whole lot of fun. I go to pump an extra round into the guy just to make sure. click click. What the hell?? The gun is empty. Oh just great.
I get over the fact I now have a shotgun with no shells and move on towards an elevator. Hey, this must lead somewhere important I think. I press the button and the elevator whirs to life. Finally I am going home. Wait a minute. I am on a desolate isolated planet right now that is supposed to be the deadliest place on earth, and here I am thinking an elevator is going to be my key to freedom. Not only would that be too easy, it would also end up being the lamest game in history. As I reach the top I see conveniently enough some shadows to hide in. I notice what looks like a prison guard off in the distance. Finally some non pussy mechanics I think. Hiding in the shadows as Guard boy walks by proves to be an effective strategy. With his back to me, I walk behind him and bash him with my ammo-less shotgun. Not only does Guard boy drop to his knees, he also drops a crap load of shotty ammo.
I head across the room, climb down a ladder, and get to a locked door. Locked door…meet Mr. Shotgun. Blam. The lock opens. I am now inside a scary dark room. Something tells me to push the white button, and doing so turns on a flashlight!! kick ass. I walk around a corner and come upon yet another guard. He notices me right away. Hey wait I think, how did he notice me. Then I realize perhaps it was the giant beam of light from my flash light that gave me away. Not really pondering it much more, I blast the guy to hell and carry on. I walk around one more corner and see some guards mulling around what looks to be an explosive barrel. HMmmmmm, I think I’ve been in this situation before. hapless enemies, standing around the big red barrel with a picture of fire on it…..but where???!! Oh that’s right, every other action video game ever made. Now I remember. Following protocol, I blast the barrel and watch the guards fly through the air as it explodes. I turn right and come across a really really bright light. That must be the light at the end of the tunnel people are always talking about!!!! I’m going to be free soon..I just know it!! I walk into the light…this is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. I can finally escape this place.
As the light surrounds me, I wake up. I am sitting in a prisoners chair strapped to it by three heavy bolts. I am on a ship heading to Butchers Bay. Johns is sitting there staring at me , and good old Dave is across the way mumbling and crying as usual. What in the F@CK!?!?! Was this a all a dream? Or was it just some sick tutorial mode the developers put in the game to make me think I escaped only to yank all hope away from me at the last minute. The pilot informs Johns we are arriving at Butchers Bay. Pissed off, I get ready to escape all over again.
Tutorial mode over. Next chapter, I actually get to begin to escape from this Hell hole.
Chronicles of Riddick : Jaken Bear’s Escape - Volume 2
“Pimp my ride, Dog”
So after getting over the fact that “it was all a dream”, I find myself being prodded out onto the landing dock with a gun at my back. Hey, I’ve been here, I think to my self. The only problem now is…no crying Dave to open the tunnel, and I have some sort of collar around my neck. Oh well, the “tutorial” level must have been trying to tell me something…but Johns won’t turn his back on me as we await the Warden. So I do what any good player would do…I punch Johns in the face.. Bad I idea..he opens fire on me sending blood everywhere…I go to leap off the platform to escape. Bad idea. My head explodes. I guess the collar was explosive.
Reload game. Ok, this time I’m going to play nice and see what happens. After all, I don’t want my head to explode again.
As we wait, I tell Johns that the Warden is not going to be too happy to see him. I finally take a moment to see where I am actually going. Man, this place looks like a craphole. I can see the main gate off in the distance…the walkway is surrounded by barbed wire and blood. Suddenly, three men come out from the main gate. The guy in the middle I assume is the warden….he looks like some Dolf Lungdren wanna be and is wearing some Green and gold robe thing. Very manly. Another of the men is wearing red and black amour and has cornrolls….Holy crap!! is that who I think it is??!?! No…it couldn’t be!! Yes! it is. Its the man himself…X-IBIT!!! Holy crap…please please please…I hope I get to be on Pimp my Ride. That would be awesome. I can’t believe this was all a ruse to get me to appear on “Pimp My Ride”..those jokers. Anyhow, X looks badass but I try not to look directly at him so he doesn’t know how exited I am to be meeting the greatest rapper ever in the history of rap.
Back to reality now, that Johns dick is trying to negotiate my bounty + 50%. Cinnamon roll head (aka, the Warden) just laughs at him. When Johns says he can take me to any other slam in the galaxy (no, please don’t. I want to pimp my ride), the warden tells him not to push his luck. Once a deal is worked out, I give Johns one final “I’ll be back”, and then the march to the prison begins.
Well this is weird…I can move my head around…but not my body. Its like I’m being herded into the prison but can only look around. Nice touch game!! Anyhow, Cinnamon roll head and the other guy left, and now its just X-hibit leading me into the prison. He is yelling at me, and telling me how things work around the prison. Apparently this guy thinks he is the king shit, and nothing happens on the block without him knowing about it. He does give me some handy tips on what “not to do”..like eat the brown pudding, or kill other inmates. I still am waiting for the punch line. C’mon X, where’s that fancy Blue minivan we are going to deck out with 4 PS2’s and a 53 Inch plasma?!?! What’s going on here anyhow? He is even calling himself Abbott…this is nuts..
I am led through a few more large steel doors, and then we finally arrive at the cells. I guess this will be home for the next little while. Of course, since I am on an escape mission, I figure not for too long. I am led into my cell, and then de-loused…ewww..what the hell was that stuff..and how could I have louses on me. Smells like baby powder to me. My cell is a pretty standard crap hole. Two beds and a toilet filled with vomit……nice touch guys. I guess its time to explore now since my cell door is wide open.
I head out into the hallways and talk to the first guy I see. He says his name is Barber. I decide to just call him Assface. Assface tells me some guy named Mattson has been talking about me and that he is in the courtyard right now. Well that’s weird, I think..I wonder if he saw The fast and the Furious and recognized me on the way in. Or could it be that I really am the baldest badass in the galaxy. Either way I think , I need to find this Mattson dick and find out why he’s talking about me. I reach the courtyard and look for Mattlock or whatever his name is. Finally, I see a guy over in the corner wave me over. Hmm, this must be Mattlock. When I talk to him, he tells me he has hidden a “shiv” for me in my cell, and that I should go get it. Oh really. Do you think I’m that stupid? Sounds kind of like a trap to me. Add to the fact I don’t really even know what a “shiv” is and my Action movie senses are tingling. Against my better judgment I head back to my cell to look for this mysterious Shiv object. I also tell Mattlock that if he is dicking me around, that I’ll be back.
As I approach my cell, all looks normal. Hmm, maybe old Mattlock is really trying to help me out. But as I enter the cell, I hear a slamming noise behind me. I turn around to see two of the inmates standing behind me. “we’re going to mess you up Riddick” I can hear them yelling as they charge at me. Before fighting these two dicks, I make a mental note to punch Mattlock in the stomach next time I see him. So now I’m in a two on one battle…odds stacked against me…could this be the end!??! Well no, because you see, its 1 Rid-Dick vs. 2 Pussies. That’s right. These two guys are lame and have vagina’s for arms…. And we all know what happens when you 2 P’s and 1 D get together…someone doesn’t get F@cked!.. and that someone will be me. I get into Fisty Fisticuff mode and go to town. These two A-holes go down faster than anything I’ve ever seen. Well, that was easy. I pick up the two bodies and sling them over the toilet….that’ll teach them!! My next goal is to go and find Mattlock, and give him 3 seconds to explain himself or die.
When I get to Mattlock, he clearly knows he is F@cked. He tries to tell me some guy named Rusty made him do it. Ok, now this is getting ridiculous. First I have to deal with Mattlock dicking me around, and now here we have the Bailiff Rusty from the People’s court trying to set me up and have me killed. What’s next in this game? Is judge Wapner going to try to make me his bitch? I shudder at the thought! Anyhow, Mattlock tells me to go back to my cell and that this time he really will bring me a Shiv. Hmm, I’ve heard this before. I tell Mattlock that this time if its a set up, I really will carve him up and wear him around the prison as a fiesta hat. This seems to do the trick.
So back in my cell now, and in comes Mattlock. He has a knife like object in hand. So I guess this is what a “shiv” is…badass….I should be able to do some damage with this thing!! Mattlock hands me the Shiv. I think long and hard about killing him for his backstabbing ways but before I can act on the though we are interrupted. In walks Rusty. Rusty is trying to act really bad ass. He sure doesn’t look like a bad ass though..looks more like a toque wearing freak to me… He informs me that this is his turf, and nothing goes on without him knowing about it. I kindly inform him that he is in my cell, and that he needs to get the hell out. This pisses bailiff rusty off and he charges at me. I reverse his attack and put him in a choke hold, then put the shiv to his neck. Riddick, 1. Rusty, 0. As I am reveling in my glory though,. god damn X-hibit walks in, He points his gun right at my face, and I have no choice to let Toque head go. X-hibit with the steal…and that’s the game folks. Then X goes on to tell me its not a good idea to mess with the natural order of things around Butchers bay. In other words, X-hibit is the head of the Bitches, Rusty is second bitch in command, and the rest of the inmates are sort of tertiary bitches…. On the way out, Rusty grabs Mattlock by the arm and breaks it…..X-hibit just smiles. So that’s how its going to be now huh? Rusty and X-hibit leave, and stupid Mattlock is still writhing in pain on the ground in front of me. I have a good mind to kick him when he’s down but there’s no kick button. That sucks. And X-hibit took my Shiv too!! Before I even got to jam it into Rusty’s brain. Booo to that.
I head back out of my cell, and good old Assface from earlier has even more information for me. He now informs me that rusty wants me dead, and his waiting for me over on his turf in the other cell block. Well, that’s a surprise. I though me and Rusty were going to be friends now. Assface tell me too that if I face rust I better find a weapon. Handily enough, he says I can talk to some dick name Waman. Hahaha…what an odd name…sounds like “woman”. I bet he was “most teased” back in grade school. Anyhow, I find Waman in his cell lounging on his luxury cott. There is also some guy in there working out for some reason. I punch that guy in the face hoping to get him to run away, but instead it just pisses him off. Roid rage I think…Anyhow, I dispatch with that guy, and proceed to talk to Wamamn. He didn’t even notice I just killed a dude right in front of him. I guess life really is hard here in Butcher bay. Waman goes on to tell me about some guy named Molina who has been dicking around a lot of the prisoners. Apparently if I can kill Molina , Waman can hook me up with a Shiv. Sounds easy enough. Not sure why I have all of the sudden become a contract killer in a supposed stealth action game, but I’ll do anything for a good shiv right now.
So I head over to Molina’s cell. At first I try to act all casual…no, nothing to see here…nothing at all. I almost feel kind of guilty and consider not offing Molina. But then he tells me to F- off. Oh, its on now punk. I drop him pretty fast and that’s that. No one tells me to F- off. Heading back to see waman, he informs me I did a good job taking out that dick Molina. What the hell, news sure travels fast here in Butcher Bay. I didn’t even have a chance to wipe the Molina juice from my palms, and here everyone in the cell block already knows. Very odd. Waman gives me the shiv he promised me, and I congratulate myself on a job well done. I feel kind of violent though. I mean I’ve been here all of 2 hours and I’ve already killed 4 people just by punching them to death. And the most punches it took was about 4. I really am a badass I guess. Now with a Shiv in hand, Butcher Bay better look the F@ck out.
Next up on the menu is a Rusty Hunt. So be sure to tune in next time to hear all about that.
Ask Dr Brew : Session 1
Posted by Jaken Bear in Ask Dr. Brew, XCL Humour on July 28th, 2006
Dear Dr.Brew,
What is the square root of Xbox 360?
Your biggest fan, Peach.
Dear Peach,
The square root of Xbox 360 is Xbox 18.973666. In trigonometry as in life, “Xbox†is always a constant.
Dear Dr.Brew,
When are you going to get your own clothing line and cologne? I’d buy that for a dollar.
Fellow PhD DrEmmerich.
Dear Dr. Emmerich,
The Dr. Brew clothing line is still in the early stages. We hope to have it out in time for XCL Expo 2007, so that everybody may be able to partake in it. Early rumours have Tyra Banks interesting in being the main runway model for the Vienna fashion shows. After long, careful consideration, I have decided that this is the best news I’ve ever heard.
Dear Dr. Brew, How do i get rid of that ‘not so fresh’ feeling? I know this question is really dating me. Anyone else remeber those hilarious massengal commericals from the late 80s?
hovercraft2x
Dear hovercraft2x,
I too remember those commercials from the late 80s. Apparently, though, I remember them better than you do, because if memory serves, those commercials were for feminine hygiene products. Therefore, in answer to your first question, if you are experiencing that ‘not so fresh’ feeling, I would suggest you contact your family phsycian, ’cause somethin’ be WRONG. Good luck!
Dear Dr. Brew,
Why dont Dogs have belly buttons? Also, can we make the next XCL expo an all nude event?
Maxxpendragon
Dear Maxx,
Not long ago, dogs DID have belly buttons. Then, one day, a large group of dogs were invited to the Microsoft studios to get a first-paw look at a revolutionary gaming console that Microsoft was coming up with. Upon being shown this magnificient device, known as the “XBox”, the dogs got so excited, they all joined in to form what is now known as “The Howl Heard ‘Round The World”. They howled with delight so loudly and with such force, their stomachs expanded to their limit, thus pushing their “innie” belly buttons out again. Ever since, dogs have been born without belly buttons.
This actually isn’t that well-known, so you should tell this to as many of your friends as possible. They will no doubt appreciate it.
As for making XCLE ‘07 an all-nude event, that’s not really up to me. Technically, it’s certainly possible, but have you really thought about this? Consider the man-to-woman ratio in XCL. When I did, I realized that if I wanted to go to a sausage-fest, I would go to Germany in October. Since I would much rather spend time with my fellow gamers, I would have to think that the likelihood of an all-nude Expo is slim.
However, I recommend taking the idea to some of our female members and seeing what they say. In fact, you can ask them about it when you’re telling them why dogs have no belly buttons. Good luck!
Dear Dr. Brew,
Do you think the Oil will make it to the playoffs next year without the big stars?
mercury869
Dear Mercury,
Hey, nobody expected them to make the playoffs THIS year, let alone come within one game of winning the Cup. I hope that you’re able to repeat your amazing run of last year. Hopefully, when you lose in the final to the Toronto Maple Leafs this year, it will be less painful, since you’ll be losing to another Canadian team. See you in the finals!
Dear Dr. Brew,
why are people who play PGR3 ***holes??? except for me of course.
Creeping Judas
Dear Creeping,
Well, sadly, not everybody who plays on XBox Live is to everybody’s liking. You’re bound to run into some people that make you wish you could run into their cars for real. However, this is where XCL comes in. XCL games completely remove the “ass factor” that your worried about, and guarantee that you will have fun and competitive games - unless you’re playing against me, in which case you will have a fun game while trying to avoid getting crashed into by me. Many have tried. Few have succeeded. Will you join the select few? Only time will tell!
Dear Dr. Brew,
What is the exact crap/notcrap ratio of StarWars games?
Dr. Emmerich
Dear Dr. Emmerich,
This isn’t an exact number, but I would average the ratio to be about 3:1 - so, it seems that for every good Star Wars game that is released, there are three that come out that are…well, not so good. However, I do believe that average is on its way down. KOTOR and KOTOR II are both fantastic additions to the Star Wars family, and Battlefront and Battlefront II are also solid. Personally, my favorite will always be the original Star Wars arcade game - you know, the one you sat in, with the linear graphics and awesome Star Wars music that played as you tried to blow up the Death Star over and over and over? That is one of my favorite games of all time. However, I am old.
I saw a test video on YouTube for something that LucasArts is working on, and it looked fantastic. It seemed to picture the Jedi using dark powers to lay waste to scores of Stormtroopers. I think there’s a link on the XCL Forums so you can see it yourself. If that is in-game footage, things are definitely looking up for Star Wars gaming fans.
That’s it for this session. Keep sending me your questions, and I’ll keep sending you the answers you seek. Do, or do not - there is no try. See you then!
–Dr. Brew
Jaken Bear’s Pilot TV show
Posted by admin in XCL Humour on May 21st, 2006
Hunting the Elusive Sloth Bear…This is a clip from a pilot episode of Jaken Bear the Bounty Hunter : Sloth Bear Adventures. Enjoy and have a great long weekend.
Twas the night b’for XCLmas
Posted by FiftySPEED in XCL Humour on December 24th, 2004
And all through Xbox Live…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the website
Not an XCL’er was stirring, not a single mouse click;
The controllers were held in their hands each with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;
The XCL’ers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Halo2 danced in their heads;
And Silk in his ‘kerchief, and LX in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long spooning nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Silk sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew in a dash,
Tore open the shutters and gave everyone a flash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to very small objects in the window,
When, what to Silk’s wondering eyes should appear,
But Terror Smurf’s minivan, and eight young XCL’ers,
With a very large driver, so beastly yet debonair,
I knew in a moment it must be Jaken Bear!
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, APACHE! now, BOWES! now, YENDIG and DYLAN!
On, MOJO! on KILLSWITCH! on, KROSSROAD and DAKIN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Faster than Halo2 clans scurry before facing the Smurfs,
When they meet such an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top these young XCL’ers they flew,
With the sleigh full of games, and Jaken Bear too.
And then, in a twinkling, LX heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Silk drew in his member, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jaken Bear along with his hound.
He was dressed in faux fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of games he had flung on his back,
It bulged in the shape of a hungover Fifty still asleep in the sack.
Blue Tigger’s eyes - how they twinkled! Jmac’s dimples how merry!
Brew’s cheeks were like roses, Kunz’ nose like a cherry!
Okage’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And BeardofCanada’s hair as white as the snow;
The remains of a monkey Jake held tight in his hand,
A satisfied grin encircled his face quite so grand;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, sounding a lot like our friend Jelly.
Much too big for this outfit, quite funny looking for an elf,
Silk laughed when he saw him, in spite of his nude self;
A wink of Jake’s eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Silk to know he was wearing nary a thread;
Jake spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned in a quirk,
Then seeing Mr Jamison asleep in a dose,
Giving a nod, Jake teabagged Mr J’s nose!
He then sprang to his sleigh, to his young guns gave a whistle,
And away they all flew faster than Insano going for the shotgun-izzle;
I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO XCL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!”
XCL Trivia : Episode # 1
Posted by Jaken Bear in XCL Humour on September 2nd, 2004
How well do you know XCL?
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Take this XCL multiple choice trivia. Just for fun and laughs. Check your score at the end. I am not responsible for any misinformation found within. I wouldn’t call this HARD by any stretch. For those of you new to XCL – this could be an eye-opener. - Night Chicken
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Q1. Kunzendorff recently had a little girl (as did I). What is her name?
A.      Sarah Kunzendorff
B.      Kayla Kunzendorff
C.      Katelyn Kunzendorff
D.      Ding Chavez
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Q2. Which of the following isn’t one of Apache’s pastimes?
A.      Paintball
B.      Introducing youth to religion
C.      Smoking the odd joint
D.      Being an idiot
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Q3. Which is the largest number?
A.      The number of weeks Dylan has been alive
B.      The number of posts Dylan has made on XCL forums
C.      The square root of 4,895,622
D.      The number of times Dylan has been tea-bagged
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Q4. This person looks most like:
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A.    A hippie B.    XCL’s best gamer as voted by himself C.    A good but misunderstood kid D.    All of the above |
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Q5. What was the name of Brewguy’s former internet radio show?
A.    “In This Very Ringâ€
B.    “Leaf Talk Weeklyâ€
C.    “To The Extremeâ€
D.    “Your Dead To Meâ€
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Q6. Chaos’ favourite spy move in Splinter Cell is?
A.    The neck snap
B.    The sticky shocker/smoke grenade combo
C.    The alarm snare/spy camera gas combo
D.    The Night Chicken gun barrel self-impalement
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Q7. LX Extreme likes to post ______?
A.    Dude, what’s my avatar?
B.    Dude, check out these pictures?
C.    Fortitude, what the fuck – I shot you in the head?
D.    Dude… all of the above man.
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Q8. Which of the following descriptors cannot be applied to Diefuel?
A.    He loves beer
B.    He loves Fidel Castro
C.    He loves the Liberals
D.    He loves Fifty
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Q9. DrJMac’s favourite expression of frustration on LIVE is?
A.    “GOD DAMN IT!â€
B.    “SON OF A BITCH!â€
C.    “TO THE EXTREME!â€
D.    “SHUT UP CHICKEN!â€
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Q10. TK421’s gamertag is originally from which movie?
A.    Star Wars
B.    The Empire Strikes Back
C.    Return of the Jedi
D.    Mr. Jamisons XCL Expo Extravaganza
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Q11. According to Captin Insano, ___________?
A.    only Halo2 will be better then Fable
B.    its not ok to rip off EB on their own mistake
C.    everyone should post their personal picture
D.    he’s at your mom’s house
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Q12. Why doesn’t Nate like Total Conquest mode in Rainbow 6: Black Arrow?
A.    The spawn camping is horrible
B.    The number of teabags he receives skyrockets
C.    The increased number of people causes too much aim lag
D.    It sucks.
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Q13. Hawk’s favourite sports teams are __________?
A.    The Blue Jays, Maple Leafs, and Raptors
B.    The Tigers, Red Wings, and Pistons
C.    The Patriots, Lightning, and Yankees
D.    The Shithawks, Moroners, and SuperChronics
Q14. Adrenal’s Pleasure Palace is filled with _________?
A.    Comics, video games, and action figures
B.    Comics, video games, and realistic blow-up dolls
C.    Comics, video games, and lots of weed
D.    Naked horny gay men.
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Q15. Which of the following might Ninja say?
A.    “All you Action Replayers can go to hell!â€
B.    “Kross man, you and I should go camping for a week – just the two of us.â€
C.    “Dude, what the fuck! Pay for your shirt already.â€
D.    “Star Wars and all Star Wars related games suck and always will.â€
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Q16. Why is Daftpunky really good at racing games?
A.    He grew up racing BMX and motocross
B.    He has amazing innate hand-eye coordination
C.    He never plays any other god-damned game types
D.    Halo 2 is going to suck
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Q17. How long since the last time Wildside has worked out?
A.    Yesterday
B.    A month ago
C.    Five years ago
D.    Never, come on look at him.
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Q18. Who wears the pants in Jake’s household?
A.     Jake
B.      Lauren
C.     Bear
D.     Pants? Come on its skirts or bust.
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Q19. Havoc and Terror are ________?
A.    Brothers
B.    Crazy for coming up with a smurf gamertag
C.    Crazy for getting smurf tattoos
D.    All of the above
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Q20. Brad likes _________ shooters the best?
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A.    First person
B.    Third person
C.    Military
D.    2 ounce
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Q21. Silk could be _________?
A.    XCL’s oldest member
B.    A wanna-be-Canadian
C.    David Lee Roth
D.    All of the above
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Q22. Draegoth is best known for ________?
A.    Agonizing long in-law visits
B.    Great forum design
C.    Crazy hair preferences
D.    All of the above
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Q23. What is Emmerich a doctor of?
A.    Gynecology
B.    Satan-worship
C.    Metal Gear Solid
D.    Most anything nerdy
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Q24. Which of these things just don’t seem to go with “Mr Jamison�
A.    Kobain
B.    Big screen TV and xbox
C.    Capitalism
D.    The soon to arrive Keiran Ora
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And last but not least:
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Q25. As XCL’s biggest contributor, Three Fifty deserves a ___________?
A.    Rousing standing ovation
B.    Some much needed relief from the whipping
C.    A car that is actually cool
D.    The Guinness record of group teabags!
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Sorry for all the others I have left out. I was tired and running out of ideas. Plus I don’t play with the rest of you very often or you only post to the forums sporadically or very recently.
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Now maybe I can get a goddamned Bear interview – just kidding.
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My answers below: (highlight to see)
1b, 2c, 3b, 4d, 5a, 6b, 7d, 8c, 9a, 10a, 11d, 12d, 13d, 14a, 15c, 16c, 17c, 18b, 19d, 20d, 21a, 22d, 23d, 24c, 25d
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Where is Krossroad?
Posted by admin in XCL Humour on May 26th, 2004
The search continues…
We never thought it would go this far, but it did. Our buddy Krossroad has left this earth and decided he is better suited for Travel in the land of Gredflap (otherwise known as Final Fantasy 11).
Life in Gredflap was simple and fun. No one to tell young Krossroad what to do, how to dress, or when to go to bed. Krossroad’s first night in the land was not without its problems however.
You see, not knowing his limits regarding alcohol vs XP points, he had a little bit of a bender. He danced the night away, drinking and singing, not thinking about the XP points he kept losing every time he tried to buy any lady who would even look at him a drink.

By the end of the night, the booze and dingleberry wine caught up with the lad Krossroad, and he ended up passing out right in the middle of Town Square. All of the towns people laughed at him as he lay there…passed out from the hooch.

 You see, this is where the identity of Krossroad the person began to become a little mixed with Krossroad the Arclad of Gerdflap. Lines blurred that night. Neural transmitters snapped, bent and flexed, until the next morning a new hero had been born and an XCL legend had been lost.
It didn’t help either that Krossroad woke up the next morning having no recollection of where he was. Who was this leather clad warrior sleeping beside him? Why where there tea bags strewn across the room? Why was he wearing no underpants? And why..why in the hell was his red pet chokobo “birdhead” sleeping on that man’s chest?

Embarrased about what happened that night, Krossroad decided the only thing to do to save face would be to go undercover as a huge Man-Chokobo and hire Big Bird to transport him far away from Gerdflap.

The adventure was long and hard, but as usual, Krossroad let the dingleberry wine get to him, and found himself passed out on some unkown shore the next morning..alone again.

This is the last we have heard of Krossroad in quite some time. Entire search parties have been sent out in search of Krossroad. Where is he now? What is he doing? Can he be brought back? The last known rumour was that he had been seen in the south Hamptookoo plains harrasing hapless women, asking if they would like to exchange cheese-burgers for certain “Favours”.

So is this the end of the story? Will Krossroad ever be found. Well, we have hired our very own “Brewguy” to go ondercover in the world of Final Fantasy 11 and hunt down Kross. Brew’s mission is to find Krossroad, take his picture, and report back here. Once Krossroad has been found, we will post it here for all to see. We miss our little buddy. Come on home Krossroad, come on home.
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