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Post by coffers on Jul 1, 2006 19:45:27 GMT
Game: Football Manager 2006, patch 6.03 no data updates League: Serbia and Montenegro Division: Serbian First League Team: CSK Pivara Celarevo1. Active leagues: Serbia & Montenegro (full); The following are on Normal: Croatia, Russia, Ukraine, Bulgaria, Romania 2. Large DB size 3. Real Player names turned off 4. Players signed by any method I deem to fit in with the storyline, but the find individual player option will not be used, Outside of the scouts, I generally only search for freebies, transfer listed and Bosmans anyway. 5. Staff selection is in the hands of of the Gods, I'll start with the job centre, but when that proves to be a waste of time I'll probably move on to other methods, including kidnapping. 6. Formation: whatever I feel like at any particular moment, but probably 4-1-3-2 or 4-1-2-2-1 7. Attribute Masking enabled. 8. Licenced to plagerise as I see fit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The storyline is based on extracts a diary of a strange reclusive and enigmatic Englishman, who seemingly doesn't know much, or anything, about his life prior to a month before he suddenly was propelled into the world of Serbian football............
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Post by coffers on Jul 1, 2006 19:54:55 GMT
They asked me who I was: "I got no means to show identification" They asked me where I was from: "I got no papers to show you what I am" They asked me to show some proof of my existance: "You'll have to take me just the way that you find me" They said I killed their people during a war: "What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn" They left me with no food or water: "Empty stomach, empty head" They said I didn't belong here: "I got empty heart and empty bed"
They said I was English: "I don't remember" They said I was a pilot: "I don't remember"
They asked what my mission was: "I don't remember, I don't recall" They said I must remember something: "I got no memory of anything at all" They called me a liar: "I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything -anything at all"
They spoke to each other in a strange language: "Strange is your language and I have no decoder" They tried to confuse me with conflicting questions: "Why don't you make your intentions clear"
Then: With eyes to the sun and their mouth to the soda They said: "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear": "Stop staring at me like a bird of prey" They asked who is your leader: "I'm all mixed up, I got nothing to say" They insisted Tell us everything now:
"I don't remember I don't remember
I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything Anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything absolutely anything at all I don't remember"
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Post by Mr Bismarck's Electric Donkey on Jul 1, 2006 22:30:30 GMT
It's the Porn Identity.
Matt Damon!
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Post by coffers on Jul 1, 2006 22:33:08 GMT
Who? I don't remember :checkit:.
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Post by Sonic on Jul 3, 2006 6:37:25 GMT
I search and I search, and I thought I saw something to do with scores. That's unless your playing the manager of said club, and need to hire the equipment.
This sounds like it's going to be a Ventola story, or a less babelfished story that meej has done.
:humb:
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Post by floplexter on Jul 3, 2006 10:32:58 GMT
KUTCFCW! (Completely Fecking Confusing)
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Post by coffers on Jul 3, 2006 22:23:07 GMT
But I lied, I did remember something, not a lot, just a little something;
I remember a blinding white light, a deafening explosion and heat, it burned, the pain, then a whoosh and cold air and falling, falling, falling.... darkness overtook the pain, it was a long darkness briefly interrupted by strange dreams, men in masks, I was always chained and there were always questions and pain, exquisite pain. There was no memory of anything else. In semi-lucid periods I realised the meaning of pain; it meant I was still alive, but who was I and where was I, I'm still not sure to this day.
Eventually after an eternity of darkness and pain, chained to a bed in a stench filled room, strangers without masks appeared and tended my wounds, they said things would be better and I would be looked after. It wasn't in English, but I had come to know the strange language. They gave me food and water, I hadn't known such kindness in my time of darkness and I promptly vomited there gifts onto the floor.
They took me into the light, it hurt, it was this another kind of torture? I closed my eyes to shield the pain, but no one stopped me, no one intervened, I was taken to a town in and was given a padded room with a clean bed, I was still chained as they said I was a raging animal and would hurt myself.
Questions were asked, but I couldn't answer anything, because I couldn't remember, but I did get used to the comfortable surroundings and the kindness shown by my rescuers. Then one day the questions stopped and I was introduced to a man called The Master. It was the day they thought I wasn't paying attention and spoke in code.
They said "Four-Four-Two should be used", from somewhere deep inside, a dawning came to me, a voice within me shouted, "No !Four-one-three-two is much better". Stunned faces turned towards me.
One stammered "Do you think he knows or understands?", another replied "Who knows? Anyway I'd opt for 5-3-2".
"Don't you know anything?" I shouted "With the right key people you can destroy that with four-one-two-two-one". Silence, they just arose as one and left the room. I didn't see them again until the day The Master came into my life and seemingly took control of my body and soul..........
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Post by coffers on Jul 3, 2006 22:33:01 GMT
BTW: No games played yet, I'm on holiday, so I'm not getting much playing time. I'm just babbling to pass the time at the moment, whilst I weight up the team I seem to have inherited. The story line came to me whilst listening to a certain CD. A virtual pint to the first person to name the artist who sang the song interwoven into the questions. :humb:
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Post by Sonic on Jul 4, 2006 0:23:29 GMT
:cab:
Have you been listening to April Sun In Cuba by Dragon again Coffs? We all know what happens when you go to Cuba :cab:
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Post by Boony on Jul 4, 2006 8:19:21 GMT
Only a virtual pint? Not worth the effort...
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 8:26:35 GMT
Happy Talk by Captain Sensible?
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Post by Mr Bismarck's Electric Donkey on Jul 4, 2006 8:38:50 GMT
Is it 'Shaddapa Your Face' by Joe Dolce?
Peter Gabriel, Coffers?
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 8:39:56 GMT
Is it "The Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats?
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Post by floplexter on Jul 4, 2006 9:30:53 GMT
KT Tunstall - "Life is Like a Lemon 'Til You Suck It"
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 9:46:50 GMT
"I'm Your Pusher" by Ice T?
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Post by Boony on Jul 4, 2006 9:50:10 GMT
Heartbeat by Nick Berry?
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 10:01:04 GMT
"Lola" by The Kinks.
We have to be close by now.
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Post by Boony on Jul 4, 2006 10:03:32 GMT
Layla by Eric Clapton? Lyla by Oasis?
Ah, no. It's The Great Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd. Has to be.
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 10:15:53 GMT
"Anthem" by N-Joi?
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Post by Boony on Jul 4, 2006 10:35:57 GMT
"I Don't Remember" by Peter Gabriel?
No, that's not right. Was it S Club 7?
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Post by floplexter on Jul 4, 2006 10:42:13 GMT
"The Ballad of Nine Pins Jackson, Hero of the Great Mass Yoga Twist of 1973" by Mauve Floyd, Pink's tribute band.
Has to be.
Either that or "We Are All On Drugs" by Weezer.
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Post by Moo on Jul 4, 2006 11:02:26 GMT
"I Left My Wallet In El Segundo" - A Tribe Called Quest.
Come on Coffers! What was it?
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Post by coffers on Jul 4, 2006 19:22:02 GMT
"I Don't Remember" by Peter Gabriel? The pint goes to Boo. Now how do you send a beer token via the interweb? Mind you, for the mere suggestion of Nick Berry singing Heartbeat you deserve a Rooney in the tomatoes or something.
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Post by Mr Bismarck's Electric Donkey on Jul 4, 2006 20:00:31 GMT
Actually, if you left click and drag your mouse over my Joe Dolce post, you'll see that that pint should be mine!
Unlucky, 800!
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Post by coffers on Jul 4, 2006 20:33:28 GMT
You bostord Stu! :thumb: I like it. In fact I liked it so much I drunk it. I'll have to save up for another one now.
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