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my name is Cliff Bleszinski. I have never played your game before, but I hate it regardless. i have served as lead designer for Unreal and Unreal Tournament, so even if I played your game in an arcade and knew somebody who worked there that could give me unlimited credits, I'd still hate it. I probably wouldn't hate it any more than how much I currently hate it, but I would go on G4 in a bunny suit and call you a faggot for designing it. I would probably punch you in the face too.  in real life. I hate everybody and everything I find on my PC and Consoles. my site and the "Epic Games" website are the only places worth visiting. Rich "Rich Lowtax Kyanka" Kyanka convinced me to make a site dedicated to all the games I know and hate, maybe so his stupid "Something Awful" website won't suck as much. because the best way to make a good website is to find somebody who doesn't get any hits, take their idea, and then say you made it up.  you can get really defensive about it later.  i have never seen, read, or heard about Fat Chicks in Party Hats.  i hate that site too.  i mean I am unaware of that site.  if you have a picture you would like to send in, you can send it to me, but I'll still hate you and I don't think that will ever change no matter what you do. goodbye, scumbag.

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04-15-2005 - i have decided to update the glass face of my monitor because it is funny to facetiously misunderstand basic concepts of online life and also because it is Tax Day you ninnernet twatblankets.  also maybe you didn't get your taxes filed in time because you could not figure out the right way to deduct being an incline of maladjusted horse ass.  you can go ahead and stop sending me text-based discourse using your internet communication program (look I am talking like an old man) about it because I cannot give enough of a shit to cover the radius of a small child's anus.