DJ Pathogen joined SomethingAwful when he caught wind of the fact that he was being mentioned there, and the Nicky thread that had stalled out around page 17 suddenly blew out to 19 pages. Page 18 is here, and page 19 is here.
Now we know what Nicky’s been up to the past few days. He’s been trading email with Pathogen, and a few others on SA. Pathogen posted a whole bunch of their email exchanges. Nicky whips out his internet tough guy act, talking about knowing boxing, wrestling, and several martial arts. Several people call him on it. Alas, Nicky declined someone’s offer to pay the one-time entry fee of $10 to join the forum.
This is one of my favorites from Pathogen to Nicky:
Me: Honestly, have you ever even hit anyone? Do you really think you understand what is involved with fighting someone? I mean the complications are endless. First, you’d have to curl out of the shaking ball of rage in your dad’s basement, tearing yourself away from the bleak, soulless light of your computer screen. Then you’d have to go and get a job to get money. Then you’d have to give money to Metra, because I’m sure you don’t have a vehicle of your own, aside from maybe a small child’s bike. Then you’d have to figure out where exactly this mythical land of milk and honey that you apparently rule, Chicago, is located. After that, you’d have to sit quietly on the train for UP TO AN HOUR without causing a fuss and getting thrown off the train (and possibly arrested!). If you arrived in Chicago safely, you’d have to figure out where I was! Upon arrival there, since it would assumably be a public place, you’d have to grapple with the terrifying, all-consuming trauma of having to deal with people that aren’t connected to you via the internet.
That’s only the beginning! Once in my presence, you’d have to get my attention somehow, a daunting feat for someone of your build, stature and overall air of crazy homeless guy. After you’ve gotten my attention, you would have to wind back, all of your puny little muscles bunching up like Twizzlers if you twist them around, and let fly with a mighty blow! Then, after it rebounds harmlessly off of whatever body part of mine you managed to aim for before the exhaustion of physical activity left you breathless and stunned, you’d have to weather my stern gaze and “tsk, tsk” reprimands.
It’s okay, though. I’d probably send you home with a juice box for your trouble and say we could try that again in a year.
Then, Autoaim created a game we can all play, similar to the ones that ExposeTheTard created a while ago. Correction: Overdoze created the game. I only played it once, in survival mode, and scored 57, which probably sucks, but that’s alright.