Forgotten Hope 2 Newsupdate

[Anthony817]

man i sure hope not.i played the sureal demo thing and the ww1 biplanes handled remarkable great for the bf2 engine!i will keep my hopes up for this mod too as well.

[jumjum]

Originally Posted by Zum Totschlagen

So why IS everyone wetting their pants about a few lines of criticism?

*sniff* What is that? *sniff, sniff* Ah, yes. Now I remember - it's blood in the water. I wonder if I can get there in time....

[Yossarian]

Originally Posted by Zum Totschlagen

Unlike you, I'm not egotastic. Come up with something other than "lol ur gay" please.

Aww who's a cute little troll? You are! Yes you are!

I'm not egotastic, I'm *insert something else that isn't actually a word*.

[Moose12]

Originally Posted by Zum Totschlagen

Unlike you, I'm not egotastic. Come up with something other than "lol ur gay" please.

Dude egotastic, I like that site.

[Anthony817]

he he,i think he meent ego-testical lol!

[Who_Flung_Poo?]

Originally Posted by Yossarian

Aww who's a cute little troll? You are! Yes you are!

I'm not egotastic, I'm *insert something else that isn't actually a word*.

Sounds like a word used for a detergent ad.

[LIGHTNING [NL]]

Hey guys, don't mess up my thread...

[Lobo]

Back on topic, mon dieu

[Anthony817]

so do you nice fellas have anything new to show?any updates?

[jumjum]

Originally Posted by Zum Totschlagen

...However if you want to grow up to be government/corporate yesmen, feel free.

You know, I think there's a story here, maybe a movie. Not about Mr. Zum "Death-Strike" Totschlagen here, but a fictional character. I see the lead character as an insufferably arrogant, rude and conceited prick. One day he wanders into a group of people, claiming to be one of them. These people have been together for years; they've worked like slaves on a project without the least remuneration, for it is a labor of love. And the insufferable prick character just starts gratuitously insulting them, belittling their efforts, telling them how bad their work is: you know, real junior-high stuff. And then he even accuses their friends and supporters of intellectual dishonesty, calls them "government/corporate yesmen". (Yeah, this is so over the top it might not be believable and we might have to dial it back a notch. We'll see.) I would start it like this:

*Voice-over*
It stung, he had to admit it. Always sitting alone; the sideways glances of contempt; the tittering whispers; the snorts of derision; his own awareness that not one single person who knew him would piss on him to put him out if he was on fire. Those stupid, ignorant jerks. Those government/corporate yesmen. He would show them. Oh yes, he would show them

But he was still human. Once he had yearned for a man's strong hand of friendship; a woman's soft, loving touch; the warm, trusting smile of a child. Instead, men made sure their hands were full around him; women recoiled with repugnance in an autonomic response; and as soon as children's eyes met his they shrieked, "Stranger danger! Stranger danger!". His lips curled in a sneer. Cute. He wondered who put the vicious little snot-noses up to that one.

So he was forved give up normal relationships, even basic human contact, when he chose The Way. For he was a Martyr To Truth. His Walk was lonely. For no one had his Courage or his commitment to Perfect Truth.

Yes, he could not sully himself by relationships with government/corporate yesmen and yeswomen and yeschildren. And so he had to settle for furtive foot-taps with wide-stanced US YesSenators in seedy airport facilities. He got used to it after awhile because that way he could retain his Purity - his Glorious Purity. It was all the more prized by him because there were none worthy to share - they would have soiled it .

It could have been so much easier to have been one of the government/corporate yesmen. All he would have had to do was choose not to be an arrogant asshole without a shred of common courtesy. So very easy. But he couldn't - he had too much Honor. And, as Martyr To Truth, he was under an obligation to tell them, all of them, how stupid and corrupt they were - because they were stupid and corrupt.

There were so very few to join him on The Way. None, actually. Which is why he finally quit leaving his apartment altogether. He had the corner market deliver a few staples every week: a pound of dried rice; a pound of dried beans; two gross of Little Debbie assorted snack cakes and a ten-gallon drum of commercial fountain-style Pepsi syrup/concentrate. Even a Martyr To Truth had to have a tiny sliver of pleasure.

And that is where to find him still. In the lonely apartment. Seeking out all the government/corporate yesmen. He had just set the corrupt yesmen at a sad yesman place called Forgotten Hope straight. And now he heard that a mod called Battlegroup was close to a release - and they were actually proud of their work. The fools. He would visit them and purge them of their error. Yes it would be hard, even painful. But he was Martyr To Truth, and it was what he did. He pulled up Google and began typing...."

Think we could find a buyer?