Hello, my name is CousinPhil. I believe I'm past the road to recover from NS addiction.
Two nights ago I went through a 4 hour game with my friend playing as a marine. The aliens just wouldn't die and we had a turret happy commander. Well when I finally reached the bed at 4:30 am, I had a strange dream. For most of my dream, I dreamt that I was a marine constantly holding down the space bar and "building" structures all over the place. It was a very odd dream filed with many turrets. <!--emo&::sentry::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/turret.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='turret.gif'><!--endemo-->
I had planned to play all this weekend, sleeping only sunday night for school. Unfortunately, my girlfriend is dragging me, kicking and screaming, to the movies, then back to her place. Yes, that's right, I like NS more than sex. <!--emo&::asrifle::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/asrifle.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='asrifle.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo-->
yeah NS really screwed over this last week of school for me.
Then again, it's not the game's fault. It's a lot of fun. Something devious about computers allows you to stay up much later than is seemingly possible. It really throws me for a loop sometimes.
-hello, my name is digz <group> hi digz -and,I.. I have a problem <group>/murmors and claps -im addicted to ns /i start to burst into tears -can I get like, a hug or something?
*typing this at 4 am, after finishing a lengthy game <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo-->
Longest period of time I've played NS nonstop was...I think 2 weeks.
Naw I'm just kiddin, hadja fooled though didn't I? Dummy. ok ok.
I've played NS for about 12 hours straight before. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Let's just say I am flunking school this semester, thanks to NS <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
(and I really do mean flunking, my grades are aroughly 2/3 of what they used to be)
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Two nights ago I went through a 4 hour game with my friend playing as a marine. The aliens just wouldn't die and we had a turret happy commander. Well when I finally reached the bed at 4:30 am, I had a strange dream. For most of my dream, I dreamt that I was a marine constantly holding down the space bar and "building" structures all over the place. It was a very odd dream filed with many turrets. <!--emo&::sentry::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/turret.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='turret.gif'><!--endemo-->
I'll soon be reaching the 30 hours straight goal.
Although I wish getting A's on other subjects would make up for it, it doesn't.
I hate NS. I hate it so much... that I need to play skulk to bite out my frustrations...
Then again, it's not the game's fault. It's a lot of fun. Something devious about computers allows you to stay up much later than is seemingly possible. It really throws me for a loop sometimes.
<group> hi digz
-and,I.. I have a problem
<group>/murmors and claps
-im addicted to ns
/i start to burst into tears
-can I get like, a hug or something?
*typing this at 4 am, after finishing a lengthy game <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo-->
I need help!
Naw I'm just kiddin, hadja fooled though didn't I? Dummy. ok ok.
I've played NS for about 12 hours straight before. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
(and I really do mean flunking, my grades are aroughly 2/3 of what they used to be)