GunSmith

I never thought of that. You sir, are a genius.

No, the name was just intended as a throwback to the old American west. I'm looking for better matchmaking this time around. I would sometimes leave a multiplayer game to search for a new one and find myself stuck in the one I just left. Really frustrating when it happens consistently.

He was hardly being an asshole. It was more a case of being annoyed with irrelevant, off-topic discussion. If you want to talk about Sleeping Dogs, there's a topic for it.

Exactly. Nothin' like creating a Trevor lookalike and wreaking havoc all over Steelport or Stillwater to bide the time until September.

I enjoy SR from time to time, but my preference lies with GTA.

This could become very entertaining. *patiently waits for more*

Not to worry, Mass. Fitty fixed it.

It seems I can't initiate a Private Chat with anyone any more, but others can start one with me.

I'm looking for more realistic light dynamics. Consider this Half-Life screenshot: Notice the shadows. The cone of light is partially obstructed by the corner. Looking at this screencap, I believe I may get my wish in V:

If they can't even get trees and bushes right, how do you think they're gonna do a beard like that?

I'm unwashed, stupid, and uninformed.

Plausible.

Is that...Is that Adam Sandler??? Also, here's our quarterback. Dressed up like an infant celebrating its first Fourth. The dog looks so tortured, the poor thing. Wish us luck. We'll need it.

Any idea what that fake is actually from?

Well fuckin' spent.

I'm here to help.

CoD clip at the beginning immediately ruined all of his credibility.

Better? Better how? Taste?

Would this satisfy you? Timestamp: 0:00. ESRB logo appears. RP: The content of this game has not yet been rated. Timestamp: 0:02. Rockstar NYC logo. Timestamp: 0:05. Rockstar North logo. Timestamp: 0:07. Camera angle: inside Michael's refrigerator, Rockford Hills. 0200 hours. Door opens -- Michael's face appears. He glances inside and looks mildly disappointed. Shaking his head briskly, the door closes. Darkness. Timestamp: 0:14. Franklin's living room, south central LS. Late afternoon. He is stretched out on his couch, watching a reality show. He licks his lips and glances over the edge of the couch. Spotting a can of Sprunk, he reaches eagerly for it and takes a long sip from the can. Setting down the can, he emits a satisfied sigh. He loosens his belt and changes the channel. Darkness. Timestamp: 0:22. Trevor's trailer, Blaine County. Twilight. Trevor lies on his back in his underwear, outstretched on the linoleum tile of his kitchen floor, desperate for coolness. Clenching his fists, he passes gas loudly while a fleeting look of mild agony flickers across his face. Two seconds pass -- he stands up, waves his arms, and hurriedly exits the kitchen. "Fuckin' Christ," he mutters quietly. Off-screen, he hawks a massive brown loogie onto an unseen floor. Darkness. Timestamp: 0:31. The GTA V logo fades in. Timestamp: 0:34. Blackness. 9/17/2013 appears suddenly in large white numbers. END

Second only to the results of the paternity test?

Ragdoll physics at its finest.

Really, man. They weird me out. It's like the messages have some cryptic meaning used to activate a sleeper cell somewhere. Not cool, man.

Agreed.

*they With the dynamic events happening throughout the world, I wonder just how random they'll be. Will there be set locations for them, or can they happen on any given corner at any given time?

"Police are looking for a white male in his early forties that sports a massive rainbow afro..."