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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» recoil a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:13pm |
 Coolness: 86525 | Originally Posted By MOLOCH OR I'LL JOIN EFFORTS WITH A FEW PEEPS HERE TO MAKE SHURE YOU NEVER HAVE A VIRUS FREE PUTHA FOR THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE.
ok ummm.. can we keep the viruses off [ rave.ca ] forums threads whatever ? my computer actually got infected by that last one no idea what it did .. I dont see any difference - but kapersky anti- virus gave me warning when I opened that thread and it says I was infected with a trojan in am image on that page my Kapersky trial just ended the same day not long after, but that's what it said:  |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Blisss a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:15pm |
 Coolness: 129740 | Originally Posted By RECOIL
ok ummm.. can we keep the viruses off [ rave.ca ] forums threads whatever ? my computer actually got infected by that last one I honestly can't believe Ufot is bragging about this BTW my computer got fucked a couple of years back by someone from this site, it cost me around $1,600 dollars all told in repairs Nice to know I've found the culprit Mise À Jour » Blisss a écrit sur Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:16pm Recoil, you're computers infected...Take it too the shop ASAP, you're gonna have to get it reformated
Change your passwords too |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» JojoBizarre a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:18pm |
 Coolness: 294995 | 1600$
you should just have bought a new rig. then hook up your old hdd in it to transfer everything... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Blisss a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:22pm |
| Coolness: 129740 | I had to take it back multiple times to the shop, it was my first time dealing with that kind of situation. Ended by having to a brand new computet on top on it.
Honestely it was extemely stressful, lost a lot of important documents, my mailing list, had to cancel credit cards the whole thing No problem though Ufot will pay me back when he can, I know where he lives anyways I'd say his two turntables and his mixer should cover the damage Mise À Jour » Blisss a écrit sur Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:27pm Oh yeah I lost a couple of contracts too because I wasn't able to access my email. We'll just say about another $1,000 |
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| Neutral [0]Toggle ReplyLink» SourUltraFast a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:28pm |
 Coolness: 91410 | Originally Posted By BLISSS
I had to take it back multiple times to the shop, it was my first time dealing with that kind of situation Honestely it was extemely stressful, lost a lot of important documents, my mailing list, had to cancel credit cards the whole thing No problem though Ufot will pay me back when he can, I know where he lives anyways I'd say his two turntables and his mixer should cover the damage And that's just the beginning of a new drama endless epic serie, gracieuseté de Blisss. *tossin' the ol'bag'ov'Orville Redenbacher innna microwave* |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:30pm |
 Coolness: 185375 | seriously
pretty fucking retarded to put viruses in threads there's like 2-3 people involve in your stupid childish war i don't understand why everyone else need to deal with your shit if you guys don't know how to fight, just don't fucking do it noah should delete the infected threads now let's dance on ska and smoke tons of weed |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flo a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:40pm |
 Coolness: 146345 | the best (worst?) part is that this thread began well and was supposed to be an alternative to BS drama :) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nathan a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:41pm |
 Coolness: 166565 | Originally Posted By DAF
now let's dance on ska and smoke tons of weed amen! the irony of this thread turning boring, is spectacular. viruses .. meh, i run a linux live cd as my os. sorry, but no worries here XD though, it does suck for everyone else. i guess, if a thread is drama packed bullshit, rated -6 flame-war, and certain ppl either started it or posted in it, don't read it. there's nothing interesting in there anyway ... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Smashley506 a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:45pm |
 Coolness: 44670 | Ya, I got it too. Whatever, I took care of it, and I'm reformatting very soon, anyway.... It is slightly annoying, but ah well... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:49pm |
| Coolness: 185375 | even though everyone agree that this stupid endless drama is retarded
we can count on it to be back in 3-4 months the bets are on Mise À Jour » Daf a écrit sur Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:50pm at least the drama around pola the movie brought pogo the movie, and alot of laugh :P |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ufot a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:53pm |
 Coolness: 93120 | ok ok, people, calm down, it's benine, it should do nothing and if you're really not sure, do a search on it's definition, check it's rating and follow the safely remove instructions...
Bliss, it was meant for your thread, and more specifically for you. STOP THE BULLYing. To anyone else who is confused or unsure, message me, I can give you more details and re-assure you that the trojan is neither malicious nor destructive... Ufot-zero kool out! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 3:59pm |
| Coolness: 185375 | i haven't been affected, i just find it stupid since it did affect other people not include in your arguments
it's hard to cool out when there's a canadien game tonigh!!!!!! :P what happen to breaking legs when you dislike someone? haha |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flo a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 4:01pm |
| Coolness: 146345 | Originally Posted By DAF
what happen to breaking legs when you dislike someone? haha YEAH!! sérieux là :) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ufot a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:00pm |
| Coolness: 93120 | Don't worry Daf, I just wanted to put him in his place, and quite frankly, I'm more than confident that the vast majority of people on this board(bliss excluded) are more than computer savy to know this trojan is gaga-nothing.
I shouldn't have to resort to this behavior, but he really just pisses me and many other people off on this board and I'm tired of his cyclical BS rhetoric that never goes anywhere positive, and I'm pretty sure I'm not alone. This board can be a fun place when he's not around, and I have faith that it could even be when he is, he just needs to switch gears, stop picking on people and forcing his inflated(sic) ego on us. I have no problems with people expressing themselves however they see fit, but for the love of christ, do it in a manner from time to time that is the least bit invasive, offensive and antisocial, otherwise, you can be surprised by peoples negative reactions? We all share this board, and every now and then it goes south, and for regular contributors like myself, it's a complete turnoff, and it should not have to be, so... Again, for the record, the trojan is benine, do not give into his totally unfounded fear mongering and uninformed banter, if you fine folks want real answers, spend five minutes with good ol' google or pm me. Ufot=striving to make everything better, one bully at a time. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» v.2-1 a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:03pm |
 Coolness: 159140 | Originally Posted By UFOT
Don't worry Daf, I just wanted to put him in his place, and quite frankly, I'm more than confident that the vast majority of people on this board(bliss excluded) are more than computer savy to know this trojan is gaga-nothing. Apparently not : Originally Posted By blisss
I had to take it back multiple times to the shop, it was my first time dealing with that kind of situation. Ended by having to a brand new computet on top on it. Honestely it was extemely stressful, lost a lot of important documents, my mailing list, had to cancel credit cards the whole thing |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ufot a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:05pm |
| Coolness: 93120 | Originally Posted By OIOOOIIOOIOIOIOI
Apparently not : Dude, he's totally lying, I'd bet a beer on that shizzle, total BS... Ufot-lies, they are funny when they are obvious... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» JasonBeastly a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:09pm |
 Coolness: 76730 | If you want epic threads, you have to start by being as strange and interesting as possible. Give the people what they want, a crazy ass topic that doesn't involve just hating on other members of the [ rave.ca ] community (did I just say community? I meant mess).
Or you can submit short stories. Everyone loves short stories. The wind howled over the plain as a hooded rider, clad from head to toe in white robes, stormed towards the fortress. Unrelenting in his pursuit of something, an elusive enemy waiting to exist. It had been a long night, and the stains on his otherwise pristine garb bore testament to the events that had transpired. Trolls. Four of them. The stink of their blood clung to him still, turning his stomach which growled hungrily, barely tamed by the crusts of bread that served as an ersatz breakfast. He had only wounded them, and they were sure to alert their master to his passing - he could not say that he had left the fight unscathed. The harpies would catch up with him soon, and it was essential that he found shelter and a protected vantage point from which to take them out. His crossbow had been like a best friend to him these past days, but without any sort of bolt to fire he was as good as dead. He was a white knight of the old school of bardic magic, and for these past weeks he had tried valiantly to rid the realm of these menacing spirits, these horrid creatures that mocked him and berated him, ignoring his accomplishments, out to get him. The Engineer, "the cutter of heads" bespeckled and paranoid, had infected his steed, who was stalwart despite the disease that racked away at him. Only his steward knew the full extent of the infection, the inevitable fate that awaited this brave horse, yet the foreboding sense of doom was apparent even to an animal unschooled in the arts of sorcery. The trolls were products of the Engineer, once honorable men who had drifted far from the four values, warped by randomness and chaos, deprived of sunlight for too long, poisoned with the same affliction that had struck the town of Raveca, a town that no longer had room for white knights. Who was to save them now? They had been strangely accepting of the mutated creatures that now ruled the land. True, the land had seen untold prosperity, the people were happy, and the sarcasm and frivolity of the Engineer's craft had not gone unnoticed. "But what had happened to peace? To love? Where was the unity? Most importantly, why didn't they respect my works?" the rider thought, as the wind continued to whip his cloak into a frenzy behind him. At last he arrived at the moat surrounding the keep, sounded his horn, and waited for a reply. "Hamish? What business hath thee with the citizens of Pola?" called a familiar voice from one of the towers. The drawbridge began to lower, and soon enough the rider was across the moat and safely within the forecastle of the keep. "The Engineer... he hath sullied by reputation! No matter how many times I try to persuade the citizens of Raveca that they have strayed from the truth, no matter how many times I try to enlist disciples with my bardic magic, I am still at the mercy of those mocking... Trolls! They aren't even human, why are they so well-received?" Hamish said, addressing the small militia that waited inside the keep's walls, smoking from cracked pipes, toying with crystals and powders capable of strong, yet surely dark magic. A voice came . "Got any drugs?" it said. A wizened and decrepit looking youth dragged forward, bottom lip jutting out as her crazed eyes rolled in her head. Hamish felt wretched as he looked upon them. These were agents of the same forces it seemed. How could the corruption have spread so far. "N-n-no." He replied. "Don't you have enough?" "We will help you defeat the trolls, if you help us make our theatre piece. It will show the citizens of Raveca our vision of the four sacred values, the PLUR." spoke another shadowy figure, clad in tinted spectacles, and grinning in an exaggerated manner beneath a slicked pate of black hair which shone in the light. "You! I've seen so many paintings of you! It's as if everyone in Raveca has posed for portraits with thee!" Hamish exclaimed. "You hath posed even with my foes, those who would wish to sully my good name! The trolls!" "Aye, it is I, Antonio the IVth, of Pola" the sharp looking (yet smelly) man responded. "You may join us if you wish, we believe we have the power to save the realm. But you must point out to the people of Raveca, every chance you get, that they are under rule by trolls, that their minds have been poisoned... but not like ours, which we've poisoned willfully and with every intention of having a really fun future with even more drugs and uh um. Well, they hate us too, that's what I'm saying essentially." Just then someone spoke from high above. High on the parapet sat one of the harpies, laughing hysterically through his words of ridicule "LOL STFU NOOB YOU WISH 1111!!!11!1!1ONE!!1!111 YOU ARE A FAG". "Host One! Nooooo!" Hamish cried, pulling out his crossbow. But he had no ammunition! He scrambled around and could only find his bardic weapon, the tablet of turning. Frantically he played several chords. "IS THAT FROM LIKE 1998? WHAT A LAME TRACK!" it was another harpy, on the opposite parapet, "YOU'VE WALKED STRAIGHT INTO OUR TRAP" it was SourUltraFast, the black harpy. He was black. Like really black. Just in case you're wondering. Like his feathers and everything. Once they saw him everybody looked at him sort of funny and thought of stereotypes but they wouldn't stick. Sure enough, he had walked into their trap. As he looked back at the plain through a slit in the wall he could see that the thread of his cloak had unravelled and trailed behind him for many miles. The thread had continued right up until here, where it had gotten tangled and confused amidst the brambles and started to fray. The drawbridge shuddered and shook as a battering ram crushed through it, revealing several pink elephants with riders. The trolls had found him. "You're a has-been!" they cried. "A fool! Haha." Alas, it was the moderators, with the trolls in tow. And the engineer was with them, though he seemed so maddened by his disease that he was babbling incoherently... perhaps he hadn't been behind it at all! The trolls approached Hamish, grabbed his arms, and held him still as the moderator showed him the mirror of truth saying. As he looked into it he saw a troll looking back. The reality dawned on him as he saw the reflections of those who held him, who were human in the mirror. "You mean... all this time..." he began. And so it was that Hamish was cured of his delusion. The dreamworld slipped away and he saw that it was in fact he himself who had corrupted Raveca with his pride and arrogance, it was he who had poisoned the people with his proselytizing, and he was in fact no white knight at all, but just a smelly, putrid troll wearing a burlap sack. He saw that it would have been folly to appear in Pola at all, a definite end of career move. As he looked around him the scene changed. The spelling of the word scene also changed, into "since". And he realized that anyone could be perceived as a troll if one was sick enough with egomaniacal delusion and paranoia that he was the victim of persecution. He also realized it was time to get new plates for his tables of turning. Ones that weren't sort of shitty and uninteresting compared to everyone else's. All this time the Peril lurked beneath the scene, in the sewers, coming up with bad short stories. The End. For now. Mise À Jour » JasonBeastly a écrit sur Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:15pm I was actually going to make it much more complicated but started getting bored.
If anyone mentioned in the story takes offense other than Hamish or Steph then I'm very sorry. If either of those two get pissed off - GOOD. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» v.2-1 a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:12pm |
| Coolness: 159140 | Obviously but I just laughed at how that totally made look like total noob compared to everyone else on here.
OIOOOIIOOIOIOIOI - Auto-derision WIN ! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ufot a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:15pm |
| Coolness: 93120 | Originally Posted By LUKEPERIL
If you want epic threads, you have to start by being as strange and interesting as possible. Give the people what they want, a crazy ass topic that doesn't involve just hating on other members of the [ rave.ca ] community (did I just say community? I meant mess). Or you can submit short stories. Everyone loves short stories. The wind howled over the plain as a hooded rider, clad from head to toe in white robes, stormed towards the fortress. Unrelenting in his pursuit of something, an elusive enemy waiting to exist. It had been a long night, and the stains on his otherwise pristine garb bore testament to the events that had transpired. Trolls. Four of them. The stink of their blood clung to him still, turning his stomach which growled hungrily, barely tamed by the crusts of bread that served as an ersatz breakfast. He had only wounded them, and they were sure to alert their master to his passing - he could not say that he had left the fight unscathed. The harpies would catch up with him soon, and it was essential that he found shelter and a protected vantage point from which to take them out. His crossbow had been like a best friend to him these past days, but without any sort of bolt to fire he was as good as dead. He was a white knight of the old school of bardic magic, and for these past weeks he had tried valiantly to rid the realm of these menacing spirits, these horrid creatures that mocked him and berated him, ignoring his accomplishments, out to get him. The Engineer, "the cutter of heads" bespeckled and paranoid, had infected his steed, who was stalwart despite the disease that racked away at him. Only his steward knew the full extent of the infection, the inevitable fate that awaited this brave horse, yet the foreboding sense of doom was apparent even to an animal unschooled in the arts of sorcery. The trolls were products of the Engineer, once honorable men who had drifted far from the four values, warped by randomness and chaos, deprived of sunlight for too long, poisoned with the same affliction that had struck the town of Raveca, a town that no longer had room for white knights. Who was to save them now? They had been strangely accepting of the mutated creatures that now ruled the land. True, the land had seen untold prosperity, the people were happy, and the sarcasm and frivolity of the Engineer's craft had not gone unnoticed. "But what had happened to peace? To love? Where was the unity? Most importantly, why didn't they respect my works?" the rider thought, as the wind continued to whip his cloak into a frenzy behind him. At last he arrived at the moat surrounding the keep, sounded his horn, and waited for a reply. "Hamish? What business hath thee with the citizens of Pola?" called a familiar voice from one of the towers. The drawbridge began to lower, and soon enough the rider was across the moat and safely within the forecastle of the keep. "The Engineer... he hath sullied by reputation! No matter how many times I try to persuade the citizens of Raveca that they have strayed from the truth, no matter how many times I try to enlist disciples with my bardic magic, I am still at the mercy of those mocking... Trolls! They aren't even human, why are they so well-received?" Hamish said, addressing the small militia that waited inside the keep's walls, smoking from cracked pipes, toying with crystals and powders capable of strong, yet surely dark magic. A voice came . "Got any drugs?" it said. A wizened and decrepit looking youth dragged forward, bottom lip jutting out as her crazed eyes rolled in her head. Hamish felt wretched as he looked upon them. These were agents of the same forces it seemed. How could the corruption have spread so far. "N-n-no." He replied. "Don't you have enough?" "We will help you defeat the trolls, if you help us make our theatre piece. It will show the citizens of Raveca our vision of the four sacred values, the PLUR." spoke another shadowy figure, clad in tinted spectacles, and grinning in an exaggerated manner beneath a slicked pate of black hair which shone in the light. "You! I've seen so many paintings of you! It's as if everyone in Raveca has posed for portraits with thee!" Hamish exclaimed. "You hath posed even with my foes, those who would wish to sully my good name! The trolls!" "Aye, it is I, Antonio the IVth, of Pola" the sharp looking (yet smelly) man responded. "You may join us if you wish, we believe we have the power to save the realm. But you must point out to the people of Raveca, every chance you get, that they are under rule by trolls, that their minds have been poisoned... but not like ours, which we've poisoned willfully and with every intention of having a really fun future with even more drugs and uh um. Well, they hate us too, that's what I'm saying essentially." Just then someone spoke from high above. High on the parapet sat one of the harpies, laughing hysterically through his words of ridicule "LOL STFU NOOB YOU WISH 1111!!!11!1!1ONE!!1!111 YOU ARE A FAG". "Host One! Nooooo!" Hamish cried, pulling out his crossbow. But he had no ammunition! He scrambled around and could only find his bardic weapon, the tablet of turning. Frantically he played several chords. "IS THAT FROM LIKE 1998? WHAT A LAME TRACK!" it was another harpy, on the opposite parapet, "YOU'VE WALKED STRAIGHT INTO OUR TRAP" it was SourUltraFast, the black harpy. He was black. Like really black. Just in case you're wondering. Like his feathers and everything. Once they saw him everybody looked at him sort of funny and thought of stereotypes but they wouldn't stick. Sure enough, he had walked into their trap. As he looked back at the plain through a slit in the wall he could see that the thread of his cloak had unravelled and trailed behind him for many miles. The thread had continued right up until here, where it had gotten tangled and confused amidst the brambles and started to fray. The drawbridge shuddered and shook as a battering ram crushed through it, revealing several pink elephants with riders. The trolls had found him. "You're a has-been!" they cried. "A fool! Haha." Alas, it was the moderators, with the trolls in tow. And the engineer was with them, though he seemed so maddened by his disease that he was babbling incoherently... perhaps he hadn't been behind it at all! The trolls approached Hamish, grabbed his arms, and held him still as the moderator showed him the mirror of truth saying. As he looked into it he saw a troll looking back. The reality dawned on him as he saw the reflections of those who held him, who were human in the mirror. "You mean... all this time..." he began. And so it was that Hamish was cured of his delusion. The dreamworld slipped away and he saw that it was in fact he himself who had corrupted Raveca with his pride and arrogance, it was he who had poisoned the people with his proselytizing, and he was in fact no white knight at all, but just a smelly, putrid troll wearing a burlap sack. He saw that it would have been folly to appear in Pola at all, a definite end of career move. As he looked around him the scene changed. The spelling of the word scene also changed, into "since". And he realized that anyone could be perceived as a troll if one was sick enough with egomaniacal delusion and paranoia that he was the victim of persecution. He also realized it was time to get new plates for his tables of turning. Ones that weren't sort of shitty and uninteresting compared to everyone else's. All this time the Peril lurked beneath the scene, in the sewers, coming up with bad short stories. The End. For now. +9000 Ufot=Luke's done it again :D |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» SourUltraFast a répondu le Thu 6 May, 2010 @ 5:17pm |
| Coolness: 91410 | Short story win! |
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