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Heretic119

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Hi, in support of you and your quest, I offer a story also about a birthday (and as a selfish entry towards RP). Wall of text incoming.

This is about a fellow summoner I know IRL, a good friend and roommate. I shall refer to him as Dan (yes, a pseudonym). At this point in time, Dan and I were living on the same floor of our college dorm, but not roommates. We were/are steadfast friends and often played League until the wee hours of morning. Some mutual friends and I thought that for his birthday, we would get him a gay stripper (for no other reason besides that we would find it humorous). For reference, he is straight and is quite well versed in pornography. As with most college-hatched plans, the gay stripper eventually fell through because of lack of funds (it's expensive!). But during this time, a friend accidentally texted Dan "working on the stripper for his birthday". (Dan's name and the intended recipient's name come right after each other in an address book) This, of course, alerted Dan that something of interest was going to occur. Being a rather paranoid type and hating surprises, he pressured us to tell him. We admitted to the gay stripper idea and dropped any serious discussion of the idea. However, the gay stripper became a running joke between us.

About a week before his birthday, I decided to get Dan something legitimately nice, and we all pitched in to get him a Razer gaming mouse. It arrived, and we agreed to give it to him together.

The night before his birthday, we were playing League, and the game stretched on past midnight. Neither of us had any intention of sleep, so I went to gather the friends who contributed so we could give him his present. When we showed up in his room with me concealing a package and everyone looking expectant, Dan went full red alert. "What are you guys doing?" Immediately recognizing the 'f*ck with Dan potential', a friend says "We are waiting for the stripper to arrive". Without missing a beat, we all jump in "He's late, don't worry, he said between 12:30 and 1..." Dan began to freak out. He still didn't quite believe us, but instinctively we knew what to do. Another friend who had a laptop nearby surreptitiously used Gmail to call his own cell phone and pretended that it's the stripper. We told Dan that Stripper's on his way up. Dan began getting frantic and dashed into his own closet to hide.

Far from discouraging us, we continued to elaborate on the lie. After maybe 30 seconds of this, Dan slamed open the closet, sprinted to the door, and dashed out. In the distance, we heard the stairs and he was gone. After we all got done laughing ourselves silly, we decided that he couldn't have left the building (he didn't have shoes or his ID to get back in and it was snowing outside). We patiently awaited his return.

When Dan cautiously re-entered, we wove him quite a tale. Details are scarce in my memory after all this time, but it was epic. Stripper was a huge black man in stripper pants and with fuzzy pink handcuffs. He was pissed that we had called him and wasted his time and stormed around the room before leaving. (we made sure to insinuate that he was still in the building... looking...) Dan was stunned, and bought the whole thing hook, line, and sinker. After I suggested that "you might not want to sit in that chair", he went on a cleaning spree and Lysol-ed the entire room. To cement the lie, we pulled up the website where we had already looked while planning and showed him an appropriate picture. Dan was traumatized by the whole experience, and we gave him his gaming mouse (he still uses it).

Afterwards, we had a group conference on whether or not to tell him, but decided that it would be more fun to let the lie live. So we did. Until a few days later...

I was sitting in the dorm lounge, probably not doing work, when Dan charged around the corner, pointing an accusing finger at me and exclaimed "You LIARS!" "What?" I asked innocently, knowing full well what he meant. "I figured it out. There can't have been a stripper, there is a flaw in your story!" Uh-oh. "And that is?" "Stripper pants don't have loops to hang handcuffs from! I know this stuff, and I caught you!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how knowledge of pornography makes it harder for your friends to prank you.


Bonus story also concerning Dan:

He had gone most of winter break without calling or texting me (we have a really long winter break @ 6 weeks). Basically he went out of touch for weeks, and he wasn't even doing anything interesting or in a place without communication; he was just sitting in his house and wouldn't return my or mutual friends' calls.

We were roommates at this time, and our stuff was already set up in our room, we hadn't packed or anything. Calls to see when he was arriving went unanswered. I was rather annoyed. So, I'm on the bus back to campus when I get a phone call, from Dan. He's still a few hours out. Time to remind Dan that I can still convince him of anything.

"Dude, do you have your key to the room?" I asked, making it up as I went. "No... why?" "Because I just tried to get my key from the office and they won't let me because our room is being searched" "WHAT!!" "I think they're looking for stuff on my hard drive" (between the two of us, we had well over a terabyte of pirated material in that room: a few hundred gigs of movies, tv shows, games [mine] and well over twice that of porn [not mine], not all of which is legal in all states) I was feeling mean, and hung up.

A few minutes later I get a frantic call from Dan: "You have to help me, my laptop's battery is low and I don't have enough time to delete everything!" Fortunately, I stopped him before he actually deleted anything.


Hope you enjoyed


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Hi, in support of you and your quest, I offer a story also about a birthday (and as a selfish entry towards RP). Wall of text incoming.

This is about a fellow summoner I know IRL, a good friend and roommate. I shall refer to him as Dan (yes, a pseudonym). At this point in time, Dan and I were living on the same floor of our college dorm, but not roommates. We were/are steadfast friends and often played League until the wee hours of morning. Some mutual friends and I thought that for his birthday, we would get him a gay stripper (for no other reason besides that we would find it humorous). For reference, he is straight and is quite well versed in pornography. As with most college-hatched plans, the gay stripper eventually fell through because of lack of funds (it's expensive!). But during this time, a friend accidentally texted Dan "working on the stripper for his birthday". (Dan's name and the intended recipient's name come right after each other in an address book) This, of course, alerted Dan that something of interest was going to occur. Being a rather paranoid type and hating surprises, he pressured us to tell him. We admitted to the gay stripper idea and dropped any serious discussion of the idea. However, the gay stripper became a running joke between us.

About a week before his birthday, I decided to get Dan something legitimately nice, and we all pitched in to get him a Razer gaming mouse. It arrived, and we agreed to give it to him together.

The night before his birthday, we were playing League, and the game stretched on past midnight. Neither of us had any intention of sleep, so I went to gather the friends who contributed so we could give him his present. When we showed up in his room with me concealing a package and everyone looking expectant, Dan went full red alert. "What are you guys doing?" Immediately recognizing the 'f*ck with Dan potential', a friend says "We are waiting for the stripper to arrive". Without missing a beat, we all jump in "He's late, don't worry, he said between 12:30 and 1..." Dan began to freak out. He still didn't quite believe us, but instinctively we knew what to do. Another friend who had a laptop nearby surreptitiously used Gmail to call his own cell phone and pretended that it's the stripper. We told Dan that Stripper's on his way up. Dan began getting frantic and dashed into his own closet to hide.

Far from discouraging us, we continued to elaborate on the lie. After maybe 30 seconds of this, Dan slamed open the closet, sprinted to the door, and dashed out. In the distance, we heard the stairs and he was gone. After we all got done laughing ourselves silly, we decided that he couldn't have left the building (he didn't have shoes or his ID to get back in and it was snowing outside). We patiently awaited his return.

When Dan cautiously re-entered, we wove him quite a tale. Details are scarce in my memory after all this time, but it was epic. Stripper was a huge black man in stripper pants and with fuzzy pink handcuffs. He was pissed that we had called him and wasted his time and stormed around the room before leaving. (we made sure to insinuate that he was still in the building... looking...) Dan was stunned, and bought the whole thing hook, line, and sinker. After I suggested that "you might not want to sit in that chair", he went on a cleaning spree and Lysol-ed the entire room. To cement the lie, we pulled up the website where we had already looked while planning and showed him an appropriate picture. Dan was traumatized by the whole experience, and we gave him his gaming mouse (he still uses it).

Afterwards, we had a group conference on whether or not to tell him, but decided that it would be more fun to let the lie live. So we did. Until a few days later...

I was sitting in the dorm lounge, probably not doing work, when Dan charged around the corner, pointing an accusing finger at me and exclaimed "You LIARS!" "What?" I asked innocently, knowing full well what he meant. "I figured it out. There can't have been a stripper, there is a flaw in your story!" Uh-oh. "And that is?" "Stripper pants don't have loops to hang handcuffs from! I know this stuff, and I caught you!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how knowledge of pornography makes it harder for your friends to prank you.


Bonus story also concerning Dan:

He had gone most of winter break without calling or texting me (we have a really long winter break @ 6 weeks). Basically he went out of touch for weeks, and he wasn't even doing anything interesting or in a place without communication; he was just sitting in his house and wouldn't return my or mutual friends' calls.

We were roommates at this time, and our stuff was already set up in our room, we hadn't packed or anything. Calls to see when he was arriving went unanswered. I was rather annoyed. So, I'm on the bus back to campus when I get a phone call, from Dan. He's still a few hours out. Time to remind Dan that I can still convince him of anything.

"Dude, do you have your key to the room?" I asked, making it up as I went. "No... why?" "Because I just tried to get my key from the office and they won't let me because our room is being searched" "WHAT!!" "I think they're looking for stuff on my hard drive" (between the two of us, we had well over a terabyte of pirated material in that room: a few hundred gigs of movies, tv shows, games [mine] and well over twice that of porn [not mine], not all of which is legal in all states) I was feeling mean, and hung up.

A few minutes later I get a frantic call from Dan: "You have to help me, my laptop's battery is low and I don't have enough time to delete everything!" Fortunately, I stopped him before he actually deleted anything.


Hope you enjoyed



that was i fun read! i will update my thread with you tomorrow. i need to sleep. thank you for sharing this!


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