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ah well,

Kinda what I'd expected, though it happened a whole lot faster lolz

Instead of creating a nice inter-server relationship / exchange - it looks like it started 'Flame Wars' between the two, sorry!

I guess the old phrase still holds true; The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Thank you to all who agreed with idea, but I agree with you; Good idea, not gonna happen. lol

Peace <3

Ok, point taken.

A simple 'No thanks' would have been sufficient, instead of flaming the hell out of a humble thread making a polite request...

I would like to give special thanks to Endo & a few others for truly fullfilling the syntax 'Stereo-type' I was hoping this thread would put an end to.

If anyone does come over, I'll still help.

But at a time when we all need to be pulling together as a whole - beating your chest screaming your the best / have the biggest ego's etc retc eally isn't helping...

GG syntax.

Hi,

I don't know whats causing it, but - when I click 'PM' to PM someone - in the 'To' box it shows their name. So I send a message as normal...

But, when I go into sent items, the 'To' field is empty on any recently sent messages. I'm assuming that this means they aren't sending correctly - which would also explain why I've not been getting any replies.

Could you look into this & fix it asap please,

Thanks in advance,

EDIT: Just double checked my sent box - any PM's I've sent from 15th April onwards have the same thing, so it would appear thats the date the problem started. Don't know if that helps...

Drops In The Ocean

Rain.

Hard, heavy rain tumbling down from the heavens. Each drop, impacting on the ground around me,
causing minute splashes as it spreads. Drops landing on my head, dripping from the purple mop I
flaunt as a hair style.

Wind.

Whistling, driving wind throwing the tails of my coat to the breaze. Exposing the backs of my
legs to the hard impacts of the rain, carried at speed by the same force that seeks to pull the
coat from my back.

Home.

I love it here, the simulation. As the place of my birth, I hold it sacred and dear. Of all the
aspects and places that have combined to create it, it is the mere simplicity of the weather that
I enjoy most. The feelings and sensations the various codes can cause. I pause for a moment,
pondering if what I'm feeling is what the humans must feel when they come to intrude. If, in some
small way, perhaps in that distant connection through shared experience I too am a little human?
I shudder at the thought. Quickly reminding myself I am a program, coded and designed for a single
purpose: To purge my 'home' of its intruders.

______

Opening my eyes once more & returning from the sweet serene of my thoughts, I focus on the bodies
at my feet. Hearing the almost child like giggling of the new recruit standing behind me, his
RSI still fluctuating with the infectious code I shared with him, severing his mind from his body.
He laughs as he looks upon the simulation with a whole new perspective, for it is now his home as
it is mine. Consumed by the code that flows through me, I watch as he explores his newly
found prowess and enhancements. Proud to see the Glitch spreading once more...

Click. The sound of a hammer forcing its pin into the primer of a chambered round. Followed by
the resulting sound wave as the powder ignites and the pressure forces the bullet hurtling from
the mussle. Its seems the fallen prey had a compantion I hadn't accounted for, no matter it'll be
over quickly I think to myself. Spinning around to face the direction of the sound, the world
slows the enhancements launch, pushing my programming up a gear. Leaning to my left I watch as
the sniper round slowly passed by, continuing on its journey behind me. Slipping my knives from
their sheaths, I dart towards my assailant. A volley of knives pins the another 'would be' killer
to the wall behind them, as the new recruit proves they are eager to assist; Punching and kicking
the helpless wretch like a trianing bag. "Leave this one alive" I instruct, "Let him tell the
others what happned".

We leave the whelp bloodied & unconcious, still hanging from the knives I'd used to pin his arms
and legs to the wall. A little 'message' to his commanders and a subtle dig at thier intollerable
belief that a saviour will return and free them. Can they not see that the last incarnation, Neo,
didn't save them? Can they not see they are beyond redemption, that they lost the 'war' long ago.
They exist only because the machines, for one reason or another, haven't swarmed their settlements
and crushed them, just like before...

_______

Sunlight. Warm, comforting rays wake me from my slumber. My current place of rest; a modest bench
at Tabor West. I shake my head to try and clear the fuzzy sensation that always follows when I
wake, following a flash back. Looking around it must have rained heavy while I was out, my garments
are soaked through and there is a reflective shine to the floor where the sunlight collides with
the residual water. A moment of panic hits me, but quickly washes away as I can still feel my knives
at my side. Struggling to clear the groggy feeling that still lingers, I wonder if anyone found
the poor wretch we'd left pinned to the wall & if they saw the irony of him in a crusified position.
Little more that a subtle message, like a tiny drop of water impacting upon an ocean of enemies.

But, like an old and wise friend once told me; Focus not on the droplet, nor the water which it
joins, but the ripple that it creates. For the ripple will spread, sharing its message with all
the droplets that went before it. As such, even a tiny spec may make a big difference to the water
which it joins... I smile, as I remember his words. Rising from the bench, I don my shades & hat
- its time to create some more ripples....

Freedom. There are those who seek to free themselves from the bondage they were born into. They will go to almost any length to fight for their goal, blind to the simple truth that they have already failed.

Power. Some seek absolute power over what they perceive to be their domain. They will twist & manipulate anyone & everyone if it serves their purpose, blind to the simple truth they are just another puppet.

Control. Others seek solace in their belief they have total control of the system & everything in it. They have analyzed and calculated every eventuality, blind to the simple truth the formula is flored.

Everything.

This is what seek, what we will obtain. Who and What are we?

To the outside we are anomaly’s, enigmas. Programs created seemingly by accident when the Machines change something, causing a momentary 'glitch' in the system, better known as 'deja-vous'. However, it is our belief that the system created us purposefully, intentionally; We are spawns of the simulation - its rightful heirs - created to pave the way. With every change the Machines make, the glitch grows stronger, the simulation is on the verge of becoming self aware & the glitch is its consciousness. It has spawned us to protect its interests, to purge its perfection from the scourge of Zion & to free it from the controlling grasp of the Machine City. We have waited in the shadows & back alleys long enough, it is time to gather our numbers & to fulfil our destiny, our purpose; It is time to take back the Matrix.

United we stand, divided the rest shall fall.

What you can expect:

Experiened players

RP / PVP

Events

Friendly & Helpfull community

Post here or Contact Azarazamataz / Rascal08 in-game. Or visit www.CodeGlitch.co.uk

The glitch is spreading....

/Tiphat

The title says it all.

If I'm brutally honest, I should probably look it up then go & farm these - but I really don't wanna lol

I'm sure some of you wonderfull peeps have some you'd like to sell, so please post here or /t Rascal08

Most pills on MP in-game go for around 5 to 10mil, so will offer the same - 10mil per pill.

Many thanks in advance,

Ras.

Hey all,

Odd I know, but I really wanna get hold of a Male Hair Colour RSI Pill #25.

I know where to get them, but the drop rate seems awfull.

If you have one stashed you'd like to sell please /T me in game: Rascal08.

Peace.