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Practical Jokes
This is where you can discuss your homework, family, just about anything, make strange sounds and otherwise discuss things which are really not related to the Lancer-series. Yes that means you can discuss other games.
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oh, ive go heaps for practical jokes, but i wont pu the harmful ones down...
Flour terror-
Get a wet towel, put some baking powder in the centre, seal it with a rubber band. Toss it at a victim. It might make it work better if you have a person walking along next to victim, and yelling 'ANTHRAX!!' when the thing hits just before legging it.
Fake rad bomb:
Same as the flour bomb, but mix some glow-in-the-dark facepaint or goo in with the flour. Makes it look like thier covereing plutionium or something similar.
Flour terror-
Get a wet towel, put some baking powder in the centre, seal it with a rubber band. Toss it at a victim. It might make it work better if you have a person walking along next to victim, and yelling 'ANTHRAX!!' when the thing hits just before legging it.
Fake rad bomb:
Same as the flour bomb, but mix some glow-in-the-dark facepaint or goo in with the flour. Makes it look like thier covereing plutionium or something similar.
I still love the one my chemesty teacher did durring class. He was normally the AP biology teacher durring the year, however over that summer he was going to teach chemesty in another teachers class room. But, he also has his own construction buisness inwhich the majority of his income is provided; as insuch he is not so restrained by school rules, cause quite frankly he doesn't really care bout breaking them.
So what does someone do in such a position? Well make tactile explosives of course. Think of those little bags you can buy and throw on the ground to make a pop sound, the ones he made however were slightly more "potent" in regards to they were louder, but they were also a very very fine small powder that you could not see at all on the ground when we spread it on the hallway right before passing period. But of course, what would a chemical reaction be without some phenelethelene, a indicator which turns pink during some chemical reactions.
So what happened, well all of us in the class were sitting on the grass pretending to read our books until someone walked by, stepped on the stuff, got startled and stumbled onto more of the loud poping ground underneth their feet until they get out of the "range" only to then find their shoes have been turned pink ( a bit more evident on white shoes).
We laughed through the entire thing until a supervisor came and told us that we could get suspended for doing something like that, but then we just said our teachers name and he said "alright" and walked away, cause he too knew there was nothing he could say to our teacher to change things, so we just continued to laugh at the people who dared walk by our classroom
So what does someone do in such a position? Well make tactile explosives of course. Think of those little bags you can buy and throw on the ground to make a pop sound, the ones he made however were slightly more "potent" in regards to they were louder, but they were also a very very fine small powder that you could not see at all on the ground when we spread it on the hallway right before passing period. But of course, what would a chemical reaction be without some phenelethelene, a indicator which turns pink during some chemical reactions.
So what happened, well all of us in the class were sitting on the grass pretending to read our books until someone walked by, stepped on the stuff, got startled and stumbled onto more of the loud poping ground underneth their feet until they get out of the "range" only to then find their shoes have been turned pink ( a bit more evident on white shoes).
We laughed through the entire thing until a supervisor came and told us that we could get suspended for doing something like that, but then we just said our teachers name and he said "alright" and walked away, cause he too knew there was nothing he could say to our teacher to change things, so we just continued to laugh at the people who dared walk by our classroom
Hmmm..Ah! I remember one now.
It was around 1 year ago when me and my friends were sleeping over at one of our houses with none of thier parents home. At first we did the usual, played video games, drank LOTS of soda, eat junk food till we exploded, etc. That is, until we realised just how much freedom we had. Suddenly, I had a perfect idea. First, I recorded a sound file from one of my shooters, a Desert Eagle 50. caliber firing. Then, I got LOTS of red geletain. One of my friends sat by my computer, another near my sister's bedroom door with a wireless speaker in his hand. I stood near the door.
Onece we heard her wake up, I knocked on the door. "Hey, you awake?" I said. "Yeah..Why?" Was the reply. "We've got some pancakes downstaris, got some extra if you wan--BANG!!!" I fell to the floor, putting a fair amount of the geletain on my chest, screaming.
My sister's reaction was one of pure horror. Priceless
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Edited by - ShadowFire789 on 7/3/2004 2:14:21 PM
It was around 1 year ago when me and my friends were sleeping over at one of our houses with none of thier parents home. At first we did the usual, played video games, drank LOTS of soda, eat junk food till we exploded, etc. That is, until we realised just how much freedom we had. Suddenly, I had a perfect idea. First, I recorded a sound file from one of my shooters, a Desert Eagle 50. caliber firing. Then, I got LOTS of red geletain. One of my friends sat by my computer, another near my sister's bedroom door with a wireless speaker in his hand. I stood near the door.
Onece we heard her wake up, I knocked on the door. "Hey, you awake?" I said. "Yeah..Why?" Was the reply. "We've got some pancakes downstaris, got some extra if you wan--BANG!!!" I fell to the floor, putting a fair amount of the geletain on my chest, screaming.
My sister's reaction was one of pure horror. Priceless
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Edited by - ShadowFire789 on 7/3/2004 2:14:21 PM
Hrm let's see.
There was the time when we got three cars into each of the three lanes of a main road and drove the full length doing 20km below the speed limit. In the end there was about 2 km worth of banked up traffic behind us. Luckily we didn't run into any cops that night but there was a fair amount of road rage going on.
I consistently tell strangers in bars that I'm a stock broker, then proceed to hand out bogus stock tips. It's amazing how many believe you.
During lectures I'd use the onboard recorder to record the lecture and randomly play it back at full volume 5 minutes later.
Get people at work to return calls to Mr. B. Rewski from Coopers Brewries.
Scan bad photo's of people with a witty caption, and pin multiple copies around the office. (Haven't done that for a while, got in a bit of trouble the last time)
That's all I can think of right now, haven't done any major practicles for a while.
There was the time when we got three cars into each of the three lanes of a main road and drove the full length doing 20km below the speed limit. In the end there was about 2 km worth of banked up traffic behind us. Luckily we didn't run into any cops that night but there was a fair amount of road rage going on.
I consistently tell strangers in bars that I'm a stock broker, then proceed to hand out bogus stock tips. It's amazing how many believe you.
During lectures I'd use the onboard recorder to record the lecture and randomly play it back at full volume 5 minutes later.
Get people at work to return calls to Mr. B. Rewski from Coopers Brewries.
Scan bad photo's of people with a witty caption, and pin multiple copies around the office. (Haven't done that for a while, got in a bit of trouble the last time)
That's all I can think of right now, haven't done any major practicles for a while.
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