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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 18:46:32 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 18:52:46 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 18:59:01 GMT -6
M: 4,065
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Post by Phalon on Dec 23, 2009 20:20:59 GMT -6
T-1493/M-456 t-1493/m-1069 t-3615/m-3615 t-3615/m-2348 t-3615/m-2678 t-3615/m-1372 t-3615/m-701 t-3615/m-3317 t-3615/m-3205 t-4775/m-4775 t-14345/m-14345 t-14345/m-12667 t-16314/m-16314 t-16314/m-16115 t-16314/m-9058
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 23, 2009 23:00:01 GMT -6
Psst, team....if anyone is as inept as me in computer games, I posted a couple of tips in the Super Secret team thread that I learned by trial and error as my Elf patient kept dying. Wouldn't do any good even if you had laid a trail of breadcrumbs Gams, alas the game won't load for me. Gab' and Stepper are having the same problem so I ain't alone this time; so with us out of it and MG, Vox and Lola missing at present it's looks like it's down to you and Jox to battle it out. Not trying to put added pressure on you Gams, but the whole teams depending on ya, so ....................... Go Gams!!!!
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 23:36:57 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 23:42:52 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 23:48:59 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 23, 2009 23:57:28 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 24, 2009 0:27:44 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 24, 2009 0:33:52 GMT -6
T: 48,199
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 24, 2009 2:22:25 GMT -6
M: 22,138
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Post by Phalon on Dec 24, 2009 9:07:10 GMT -6
I hate to disappoint, Katina....but have you seen Joxie's scores? Along with my paltry totals, all I have to show for my efforts is a stack of dead elves which either bled or burned to death.
Oh, and this....
(hearing the blood curdling screams of dying elves)
LX: What are you doing over there?
Me: Playing Survivor.
(crowd gathers 'round, hovering over my shoulder and breathing down my neck)
LX: Eeew, that's gross.
Hubs: It looked more exciting from the other side of the room.
LX: Hurry Mom, its heart rate is dropping!!!
BP: What's that?
Me: A blow torch thingie.
BP: What are you doing with it?
Me: Accidently burning my elf.
LX: Ok - this is sick. Who's game is this?
Me: Scrappy's.
Hubs: That explains a lot.
LX: I thought she was nice.
Me: She is....she's a little twisted too.
BP: She made this game up? Is she famous?
Hubs: She sent me a carrot once.
BP: Huh?
Me: Don't ask - he'll want to show you his stats.
BP referring to Hubs' MySpace Mobster application hobby: Oh...Mobsters? Mobsters eat carrots?
Hubs: No. But want to see my stats?
BP, LX, and Me: (collective eye-roll)
LX: Mom, your elf is about to die.
BP: You killed him!!!
Me: I'm just adding to the pile.
And this would be a reason why I don't play computer games.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 24, 2009 11:14:27 GMT -6
t-16314/m-10312 t-29080/m-29030 t-31029/m-31029 t-31029/m-13186 t-31029/m-21365 t-31029/m-13149
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Post by lolapalooza on Dec 24, 2009 15:15:22 GMT -6
Your scores are picking up, Gams. Kat and I are here to assist by wiping your brow, making sure the Thunder Kiss '65 is turned up loud to aid in your concentration, and pumping our fists in the air each time you do whatever to save whatever. I can't load the game either; tried the morning it was posted.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 24, 2009 18:37:15 GMT -6
I hate to disappoint, Katina....but have you seen Joxie's scores? Along with my paltry totals, all I have to show for my efforts is a stack of dead elves which either bled or burned to death. Oh, and this.... (hearing the blood curdling screams of dying elves) LX: What are you doing over there? Me: Playing Survivor. (crowd gathers 'round, hovering over my shoulder and breathing down my neck) LX: Eeew, that's gross. Hubs: It looked more exciting from the other side of the room. LX: Hurry Mom, its heart rate is dropping!!! BP: What's that? Me: A blow torch thingie. BP: What are you doing with it? Me: Accidently burning my elf. LX: Ok - this is sick. Who's game is this? Me: Scrappy's. Hubs: That explains a lot. LX: I thought she was nice. Me: She is....she's a little twisted too. BP: She made this game up? Is she famous? Hubs: She sent me a carrot once. BP: Huh? Me: Don't ask - he'll want to show you his stats. BP referring to Hubs' MySpace Mobster application hobby: Oh...Mobsters? Mobsters eat carrots? Hubs: No. But want to see my stats? BP, LX, and Me: (collective eye-roll) LX: Mom, your elf is about to die. BP: You killed him!!! Me: I'm just adding to the pile. And this would be a reason why I don't play computer games. Too funny Gams. Don't despair though, with Lola and I keeping the sweat outta your eyes and urging you on, not to mention the [ small ] throng peering over your shoulder offering words of encouragement [ and the occasional groan of disgust ] as you sit hunched over the keyboard, I m sure you'll rise to the challenge and bring victory and glory to Elf Barracks 21a. Go Gams.
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 25, 2009 1:28:02 GMT -6
T: 48,199
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 25, 2009 1:35:11 GMT -6
T: 48,199
M: 22,195
Okay. I'm DONE! I can't get the pole in!
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Post by stepper on Dec 25, 2009 18:14:20 GMT -6
I've got it! We all win because the idea was that it's Christmas time and the point was to get us all together! Right?
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Post by Phalon on Dec 26, 2009 9:31:42 GMT -6
Sorry to deny you and Katina the fist pumping pleasure, Lola...especially at Christmas. I got distracted Thunder Kissing under the mistletoe and drove off with Rob in the Zombie mobile.
I went, Katina, didn't find anything, and came back home.
I'm not even going to ask about that one, Joxie. The eeew factor conjured up by imagined images of what that might entail is just too great. I never got past the unstringing of lights in the chest cavity.
Sounds good to me, Stepper.
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 26, 2009 20:53:40 GMT -6
Yeah, Phalon. I tried jabbing it in the buttocks area, but it wouldn't go in ... I even gave it a shot, sprinkled dixie dust, and cut up the area to no avail. The pole wouldn't insert itself at all. Seems I just ain't cut out to be a surgeon.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 29, 2009 10:20:13 GMT -6
Sorry ladies and germs for my absence and you're having to wait for the scores. I'm still suffering from computer nightmares the likes of which will make even the jolliest elf will scream.
Hoping to have it sorted soon. Looks like this round of survivor is over but look forward to the spring edition. (Players supply their own eye patches for the next round)
In any event the winner of the word game was Phalon nad her crew (apologies I forgot to brting the paper with the actual scores on it). Trust me it was SUPER close though and her team pulled ahead by a hair.
Also it looks as though Jox's team has won the "put your favorite elf back together game" so it looks as though Phalon's team wins over all.
But Stepper is mostly right. This was just a game to amuse myself with and to bring everyone together. And again, apologies for the lack of cohesion this time around. I promise to be better next time.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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