Yeah.
It happened. I went there.
I tried to get Chris to co-operate in getting on XBOX Live to at least experiment what we could do for various parts of the trailer. I send him an invite and make the server, naturally. I'm even talking to him over MSN about it. But how long does it take him to join something that should probably be something he would drop everything for, seeing as how we've been trying to get it off the ground for years and if I don't get these tests out of the way we won't be doing sh*t?
10 minutes. 10 f*cking minutes.
But that wasn't all. Like hell it wasn't.
As soon as he comes he hijacks a Warthog, then a Banshee, then goes to a sniper spot and tries to shoot out my tires. So, ... I kill him. He claims he was only shooting the tires and leaves the server.
Thanks a lot, Christian. Great team effort. Go team!
Where's the love for the team?
Nowhere.
Christian took it into the woods, molested it, and shot it dead. At least that's how the story went.
So Johnny Dumbf**k here thinks it even a better idea after I tell him I'll just film the stuff myself ... "Uh..sorry? 0.o" Yeah. Exactly. The reaction I was praying all my life for. Oh, wait, no it's not ... just lost as always.
Jesus Christ, people. Can we not just get something done or will I have to abandon all of you and find some internet guys with XBOX Live and give it a shot with them?
That's right.
I'll go there.
--"Reaper"
Friday, September 08, 2006
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