beatnicpie

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  1. I'm deathly afraid of sharks, real or fictional, and yet that sounds fucking rad. That goes on my list of to do's for V.
  2. My plan for San Andreas, before they announced that 1/3 of the map would be open in the beginning, was a cross country cycling tour. I'll finally get to do that in V.
  3. I think a name change might give the series some asshole repellant. A theme change would be a damn shame. Let me know if you make some of that art you mentioned. I'd love to take a gander. If they're good you win an online handjob from yours truly.
  4. Maybe a rebranding? I never got my hands on 2, but I don't think they'd want to deal with all that bs again. But whatever R* does they have my support and money.
  5. Also, go to the Museum of Death, not to be mistaken for the Scientology Psychology Museum of Death.
  6. All you'd see is a puff a smoke with a bunch of us in it, giggling and eating.
  7. Everybody knows that you're immune to bullets while climbing/descending ladders. Haven't you seen any movies lately? They always ricochet off, barely missing the protag as they flinch in a dramatic fashion. I recently set up a test with some friends and enemies to see if this Hollywood/Vinewood ladder theory is true. After being on a ladder for over an hour, and having over one thousand rounds shot at me, I can assure you all, it is impossible to be shot when on a ladder. Science, bitches.
  8. I read The Shooters ( a gallery of gunmen from the old west) to my lady as she falls asleep. It always makes me think of meeting her in RDR coop matches. Great section on Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp.
  9. I think the San Andreas map in V will be huge, because San Andreas is a state of mind, and a mind is only limited by imagination. I win bitches.
  10. beatnicpie

    AGENT

    I would like to announce that I am beginning work on a game I call "CIA Conspiracy." Just like the CIA it will be a massive failure, as the game will not try to appeal to gamers, or anyone else.
  11. Why thank you, sir. Would you like a Beanie Baby?
  12. Water was my gateway beverage. Actually, it was breast milk. Yet another way my mom fucked me up.
  13. Go figure, you tweeker fuck. Enjoy your rat poison, acne, and the holes you're putting in your brain.
  14. Never underestimate the world's stupidity. Or the need to fill their lives with unimportant shit. Now if you'll excuse me, I have Beanie Babies to buy.
  15. Qd's nips are an inspiration to us all.
  16. It's news to me and I got VC on PS2 the day it came out. Ignorance was bliss.
  17. Been there, bro. I hate when I have to unplug my lamp so I can charge my phone. Man hug? *Has numerous unresolved emotional issues that prevent him from taking things seriously* *Merrily skips away* I think it's time to reignite the bromance Massa. *puts on lipstick and a pretty pink dress*
  18. R* said we'd have things to spend money on in game. Does that mean I have to buy iFruit service? How long is the contract? Is there a family plan for Michael? Theft and damage insuance plans for Franklin and Trevor? Can I play GTA VC 10th anniversary edition? These are all questions we should be asking ourselves.
  19. As a childhood cutter, I thought I'd weigh in. Q, that made me lmao. The timing couldn't have been better/more inappropriate. No offense, Jizzin. The 16 year old scars I gave myself due to teen angst, lack of outlets (emotional and electrical), and youth will be with me the rest of my life. They used to make me think of how much of an asshole I am, and sometimes still do. But now it's easier to use them as a reminder of how my life will decay when I lie to myself, isolate myself, or listen to Qd too much. My scars inspire me. Put that in a fucking greeting card.
  20. Bacon, flying downhill on a bicycle, talking dirty with the woman I love, a little time with family. But most of all, a good old pain in the ass challenge. At the moment, that means going back to school and being a man. Finally.