Bumping this p- *sniped*

Deletes character and builds new one Ghost finds you outside the wall in the Cosmodrome Ghost resurrects you *sniped*

*Wakes up* [b]sniped[/b] *Loads in different FPS game* [b]sniped[/b] *Takes out the disk puts it in the case* [b]sniped[/b] *Goes to the kitchen* [b]sniped[/b] *Makes coffee* [b]sniped[/b] *Pours coffee in a mug and puts sugar and creamer in coffee* [b]sniped[/b] *Takes one sip of coffee* [b]sniped[/b] OK THAT'S IT! *runs over to router and modem and yanks off the cords* [b]sni-[/b] Oh it's over! It's finally over! [b]shotgunned[/b] OH MY F*CKING GOD!

Once there was a little boy. And he was a good little boy. In fact, he was so good that one day when he was about to celebrate his fifth birthday, his mom and dad took him to the largest toy store in the world and said, “Son, you are such a good boy that we want you to pick out anything in this whole store that you want for your birthday, and we’ll buy it for you.” Excited, the little boy looked around and said, “Mommy and Daddy—I want a purple ping pong ball!” “Are you sure? Out of all these toys that’s all you want?” the mom asked. “That will make me very happy Mommy and Daddy,” he replied. “That’s what’s most important to us, Son,” the dad said, patting him on the head. So on his birthday, after singing Happy Birthday and watching their son blow out the five candles on his cake, the parents watched the boy as he joyously picked up a small box, ripped off the wrapping paper, opened it, and pulled out a purple ping pong ball. Holding it up like a Super Bowl trophy, there was no happier boy in the whole world. The parents agreed early on to respect the boy’s privacy and never ask him why he wanted the purple ping pong balls or what he did with them. He was such a good son and seemed normal in all respects so to question him seemed unnecessary. And this went on each and every birthday and each and every Christmas except for the fact that the boy would ask for larger numbers of purple ping pong balls each time. Before his sixth grade graduation his parents came to him and said, “You’re about to move on to junior high school, and since you have been such a great son and student we want to do something special for you. We want to take you to any amusement park in the United States. Six Flags, Disney World, Coney Island—you name it, and we’ll go there this summer.” “Well, Mom and Dad. That sounds exciting but what I would really like is 1000 purple ping pong balls.” The parents looked at each other and shrugged. “At least he’s easy to please,” the father whispered to the mother as they left the boy’s room. A few years later his parents came into his room and said, “Come on, son. Get in the car. We’re going somewhere.” “Where?” he asked. “Just come on. It’s a secret,” the dad said with a sly smile on his face. The boy looked curiously out the car window as they drove several miles until they entered the largest car lot he had ever seen. Rows and rows of every brand new vehicle imaginable stretched in every direction as far as he could see. “You’re 16 now and have a driver’s license. Pick out any vehicle you want and it’s yours!” said his mom. The son looked around half-heartedly. “What’s wrong son? Don’t you see anything that you like?” asked his dad. “Well, Mom and Dad. What I would really like is 3000 purple ping pong balls.” Of course this came as no great surprise but it was disconcerting to his parents just the same. “Are you sure?” they asked. “I’m sure,” he replied. It wasn’t long before it was time for the boy to graduate from high school. He was valedictorian of his class and was already admitted to a prestigious university. On the day of the boy’s graduation, his parents sat him down in their living room. “Son, you’re going to be leaving for college in a couple of short months and there are so many things you will need. We’d like you to make a list of anything that would make your college life everything you want it to be.” “Well, Mom and Dad. I appreciate so much your willingness to help me but all I really want is 5000 purple ping pong balls.” “Are you sure?” they asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” he replied. Four years later, the son is about to graduate from college. One morning he walks into the kitchen for breakfast to find several magazines on the breakfast table. “Son, you’ve worked so hard for four years and have a great job lined up. We’d like you to pick out any home from these magazines for us to build for you. We’ll hire an architect to draw up that special home just for you.” “Well, Mom and Dad. A brand new home would be lovely but what I would really like is 10,000 purple ping pong balls.” As they had done for so many years, they did what the boy requested without asking him why he wanted the ping pong balls or what he did with them. Twenty years passed by and one day as the son visited his parents, his father handed him brochures from what must have been every exotic place in the world. “Son, you’ve worked so hard over the years, rarely taking any kind of vacation at all. We want to send you any place in the world you would like to go. Tahiti, Bermuda, Hawaii, England, France, Italy, anywhere!” “Well, Mom and Dad. A trip would be awesome but what I would really like is 20,000 purple ping pong balls.” Flabbergasted, but understanding as best they could, the parents could barely hold their tongues as they relented once again. He was, after all, the best son a parent could have. Three years later--tragedy struck. While on a business trip, the son was driving through a traffic light when a semi-truck charged through red light and smashed his car. Severely injured, the son was transported to a nearby hospital where he lingered in a comatose state. His father and mother took turns holding his hand, day after day, week after week, and month after month. Till one evening as the father was nodding off he felt a flicker of movement in his son’s hand. A rush of adrenaline rushed through him and he could barely contain his excitement. He quickly but carefully moved up to look into his son’s eyes, hoping against hope that it was not his imagination. But then slowly his son’s eyelids began to rise. “Dad? Is that you?” he said weakly. “Yes, Son. It is.” It was at this point that many years of wonder and curiosity and concern all rolled up into one and the man could not help himself. Moving closer, speaking softly into his son’s ear, he said, “Son, I know you are weak. We’ve never asked you this question before…but what did you do with all of those purple ping pong balls?” The son slowly tilted his head forward as he whispered, a very faint smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “You see, Dad. I’ll tell you…what I did was…I…I…I…” *sniped* [spoiler]credit goes to a guest on Paragould Forums[/spoiler]

Doesn't walk around corner... Gets spawn trapped... *sniped* *sniped* *sniped* *sniped* [spoiler]*Leaves Game*[/spoiler]

sniped [i]light bulb[/i] Steals all the special ammo Laughs maniacally sniped Cries, cowers, and gives up