I haven't played any PS1 games on my PS2 yet, but I was wondering do you need a PS1 memory card to save games or will my PS2 memory cards work? Also, if there is a thread already like this, please don't yell at me
This is a story I wrote for my Creative Writing Class, it's pretty good but i must warn you there are a lot of spelling errors tell me what you think We Are Amily The Fargos are far from your average, ordinary family. Mr. Fargo is a middle aged man with a 7th grade education. It’s not that his parents couldn’t afford schooling or he was dumb or anything like that. It’s simply that he refused to enter 8th grade because he didn’t want to graduate. His explanation is that he didn’t want to wear a gown because it made him look girly, and he didn’t want to become a cross dresser like his brother. Few people believe this story, particularly because Mr. Fargo was an only child. Mr. Fargo is currently employed at a factory that makes both glue and mayonnaise. Mrs. Fargo, previously Ms. Phillips, is a middle aged woman who is a poet, or so she claims. When in 4th grade she wrote a poem about her pet cat, Scruffles, and got an A+. Since then she claims she is a great poet, however she has not wrote a single poem since then due to the fear that she will never surpass her previous work. She met Mr. Fargo when they were both contestants on Jeopardy, neither one of them got any questions right, but they both fell in love nevertheless. It was a good day for the third contestant as well. They are proud parents of six children. Their oldest son, Jon, is 23 years old and is currently living in their basement. Jon is 6½ feet tall and has a Mohawk and is missing several teeth. He usually just wears one of his tie-dyed t-shirts and his underwear. Everyday, he has the same routine. He wakes up at noon and has a bowl of Cap’n Crunch and pours sugar on it. He’ll watch several episodes of The Jerry Springer Show; then watch the motion picture Napoleon Dynamite. He’ll then run upstairs and grab some food from the family dinner; and run down stairs as quickly as possible so he has to spend as little time with his family as possible. He’ll then play the videogame Dance Dance Revolution for three hours. After that, he’ll watch the motion picture Napoleon Dynamite for a second time, and then go to bed. His mom begs him to get a job, but he refuses to get a job until he’s done living life to its fullest. The twins, Julius and Vincent, are both seniors in high school. Julius is a walking encyclopedia. He has a photographic memory and studies 7 hours a day. He can tell you anything from Guy Oliver Nickalls, a British rower who competed in the 1920 and 1928 Summer Olympics to every single battle in World War II; he knows lots and lots and lots and lots of information. However Julius is afraid of girls. Not afraid as in too shy to talk to them, but instead he believes that all women are violent and are plotting to kill him. Vincent, on the other hand is very much intrigued by girls. He often tries to impress them with his knowledge. However, Vincent has ADD and can never stay focus in school. He is basically a walking Wikipedia, in other words he makes up information to impress people. He can tell you all about how the Canadians bombed Pearl Harbor and that we landed on Mars in 1969. Robert is a junior in high school. Robert suffers from claustrophobia, the fear of confined spaces. However, he’s always believed that it is best to face problems head on. Therefore, he sleeps standing up in his closet. Eli is the youngest child and the only daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Fargo. She is 4 years of age. She has one blue eye and one green eye, and at one point she one blue eye, one green eye, and pink eye. She often watches Teletubbies and Horror Films such as Hostel, Child’s Play, and many others. Strangely, she claims the scariest movie she’s ever seen was Monster’s Inc. The youngest son of the family is 14 year old Jeffrey. However they don’t call him Jeffrey. One day during the second grade Jeff accidentally blurted out the notorious “f wordâ€, you know which one I’m talking about. He later served a detention. Since then Jeffrey tried his hardest to avoid saying that bad word. So he never said or wrote the letter F or even a PH sound ever again. For example the sentence “Five foolish fools forgot their phone numbers†would become “Ive oolish ools orgot their one numbersâ€. However since he can’t say the F’s in his name he has since then gone by the name Jerey Argo. The Fargos also have 73 relatives. However this is a short story, not a novel so we’ll stick to those 8. Today is the first day of high school. “Kids, do you want waffles or French toast.†asked Mrs. Fargo. “I’ll have wales.†replied Jerey. Since, Mrs. Fargo was used to Jerey’s strange grammar; she immediately knew what he wanted. “Did you know that French toast is called pain perdu in France?†asked Julius. “Yeah, well, a waffle is called Le Waff in France.†replied Vincent. “No, they aren’t; you just made that up.†said Julius. “Oh, no Hilary Duff is sneaking up on you!†said Vincent. Julius then ran out the room screaming. “Quit scaring your brother.†scolded Mrs. Fargo. The first class Jerey had was Freshman English. “Alright class, my name is my Mr. Flame.†said Mr. Flame. “My class shouldn’t be too hard. Just follow the directions, and don’t turn in papers that look like they were written by drunk monkeys and you should be fine. Now for your first assignment describe your friends and family.†Two days later, Mr. Flame was holding Jerey’s paper. “What is this?†asked Mr. Flame. “Uh….the paper I wrote.†replied Jerey. “Is the F on your keyboard broken?†questioned Mr. Flame. “No.†replied Jerey. “Then why was every single F taken away. I asked you to talk about your family not your amily whatever that is! And my name is certainly not Mr. LAME!†exclaimed Mr. Flame. “I know.†replied Jerey. “Then why didn’t you put any F’s on this paper?†asked Mr. Flame. “I never use that letter.†answered Jerey. “Well, until you start putting F’s on your paper; I’ll be putting my own F’s on your paper.†He then wrote a big fat red F on Jerey’s paper. Jerey was mad! He worked hard on that paper. It was dinner time. Jon had run upstairs, grabbed a burger, and ran back down stairs. He did this all without making eye contact and not saying one word to anyone. “How was school everyone?†asked Mrs. Fargo. “Pointless. I didn’t learn a single new thing.†replied Julius. “Well, today in biology, I learned about the deadly, British snake called the monty python.†said Vincent. “Monty python is not an animal!†replied Julius. “Britney Spears!†yelled Vincent. Julius then ran out of the room screaming. “For God’s sake, can’t you boys behave themselves? My brother and I never fought.†said Mr. Fargo. “Dad, you were an only child.†said Robert. Mr. Fargo just ignored his son’s comment and continued eating. “Can I have some more ries?†asked Jerey. “Sure, how was your day Jeff…um I mean Jerey?†said Mrs. Fargo. “Not too good. My English teacher gave me that letter between E and G on my paper.†replied Jerey. “That’s a shame. English was always my favorite subject. That’s where I began my love for poetry.†said Mrs. Fargo. The next English class, Mr. Flame said. “I want you all to write me a paper telling me what you do for fun, and remember spelling counts.†Mr. Flame gave a nasty look at Jerey. Later that night, Jerey wrote a paper that was 1,000 more words than what was required. He filled it with some of the best metaphors and similes ever written in a paper. Every single person, place, and thing were extremely well detailed. It was perhaps one of the best papers ever written with the exception that it didn’t contain the letter F at all. With the hopes that all the positive things about his paper would overlook the one negative thing, Jerey handed in his paper to Mr. Flame. Mr. Flame took one look at the first line, and put a big fat red F on it. “Now class, for your next paper. I want you to write about what you were like when you were four or five.†requested Mr. Flame. “Geez, how much homework is he gonna give us?†whispered an ugly blond boy whose underwear was showing. “I know he gives us way too much. Well, at least its easy. I got an A+ on the last one.†whispered a short kid with red hair. “Yeah, this is the easiest class ever to get an A in.†replied the first boy. The next class with a crooked grin on his face, Mr. Flame asked Jerey “May I see your paper?†“Go ahead†replied Jerey. Jerey pulled out a blank piece of paper. “Why didn’t you do it?†asked Mr. Flame. “Why bother?†replied Jerey. Mr. Flame then wrote a big fat red F on the paper. Jerey then wrote the letters “u, c, and k†next to the big fat red F, and the word “you†on the paper. He then shoved the paper in Mr. Flame’s face. Jerey then ran out of the room yelling “Uck you Mr. Lame!†Later that day, Jerey, his parents, Mr. Flame, and the principal all met in the principal’s office. “Alright, Flame, this better be important. I’m a very busy man.†said the principal. “This boy here has no respect for me or human decency!†exclaimed Mr. Flame. “What did he do?†asked Mrs. Fargo. “He doesn’t use F’s at all! He shoved paper in my face! He said ‘uck you’ to me!†exclaimed Mr. Flame as his face began turning red. ‘Is that all?†replied Mr. Fargo who smiled slightly. “Wait…what?†replied the confused principal. “Our boy doesn’t use the letter F at all.†explained Mrs. Fargo. “Wait, you knew about this?†asked Mr. Flame. “Yeah, he’s been doing it for 7 years. Most teachers just learn to live with it. So quit your whining.†said Mr. Fargo. “But it’s not normal!†replied Mr. Flame. “Well, none of our kids are normal. Last night I watched Saw with my little girl, Eli. I vomited and she was laughing throughout the film. My other son, Vincent, thinks that the Eiffel Tower is in Mexico. Perhaps, it is better to not be normal. If being normal meansng a sad, little man who complains about anything out of the ordinary. For what makes us not normal is what makes us…who we are, and we should be proud of it!†said Mr. Fargo. “Well, all I know is that I’m sick of kids constantly dropping F bombs in my school. This kid is a breath a fresh air in my opinion. So, like they said. Learn to live with it and quit whining.†replied the principal. Mr. Flame then walked out of the room muttering to himself. “Let’s go home.†said Mrs. Fargo. “See you tomorrow Mr. Lame!†said Jerey as he waving.
The new Mortal Kombat game features Batman, Superman, and more It's also getting rid of the gore http://www.gamespot.com/ps3/action/mortalkombat/news.html?page=1&sid=6189513&tag=top_stories;title;0
Well I was wondering how old Alice was because she might not have been born when this game takes place would there only be six princesses? or is there a different 7th? if so what happened to her? or will the game will have nothing to do with the princesses of heart so it won't matter? any ideas, theories, etc...?
April Fools!!
Simple and Clean or Sanctuary
its most likely to come out for PS3 but thats the console I would want it to come out for the least
i loved final fantasy tactics advance so when i heard about the DS sequel i got excited it came out in japan a while ago but i havent heard anything about it since does anyone know if they plan on bringing it to America?
i wrote this story for my creative writing class a lot of people seemed to like it tell me what you think You're on Fire My pants are on fire. No, I’m not a liar. I’m Nate Palm, a firefighter. I did not choose to become a firefighter …fire fighting chose me. Sounds crazy, eh? Perhaps, I should explain. It all started on a cold December afternoon when I was six. My older brother, Jack, and I were making snowmen. We found creating snowmen of our very own to be rather enjoyable. On the heads were top hats and on the bodies were lumps made out of coal. Then the lumps turned red, and my snowman melted. It was like magic…bad magic; I liked that snowman. The following summer came. It was 101 degrees out. We heard delightful music that annoyed my parents. I jumped up from my sticky chair, as I knew the ice cream man was around the corner. I borrowed some quarters from my mom. I pushed my way through the crowd. At least thirty people gathered around the ice cream truck. And my heart broke when he made the announcement that all the ice cream had melted. I was twelve, it was Christmas time. My father and I were shopping for the best tree for Christmas. I love Christmas, I could hardly keep my self still. Then all of a sudden every tree in the lot burst into flames. My father and I quickly ran for lives straight to our car. Alright, then for two years nothing crazy happened. In eighth grade, I joined the basketball team. I was the star player. It was the last game of the season. I had already scored eleven baskets; I was doing pretty well. Someone in the audience then shouted out, “You’re on fire!â€. At first I thought it was a compliment on my great basketball playing, but then I looked down at my hands to notice they were literally on fire. The fire quickly spread to the rest of my body. My coach hurried to pour a giant container of Gatorade on me. A year later, my first girlfriend and I were on our first date. Everything is going great. We were listening to the song “We Didn’t Start the Fireâ€. I was about to kiss her, but then I smelled barbeque. I looked up to see her beautiful blond hair was on fire. How? There weren’t even any candles, matches, or lighters anywhere near us. She survived… luckily, but we never went out again. After all, I’m not really into brunettes. Oh, boy my sweet 16 came. My parents bought me my first car. It was a beautiful silver convertible. I was so exhilarated. I felt like this was the start of something big. I could go anywhere. It was the single greatest moment of my life until… my car exploded. That’s right it exploded. Why did it explode who knows? As usual no one is hurt except…me. I died on the inside. On my High school graduation, everyone in my family is there. Even Jack who was recently hospitalized for severe burns. As I got up there and got my diploma, I was quite satisfied. The smile on my face quickly faded when my diploma burnt to a crisp. Later, we received a new copy in the mail. I got a job as a chef shortly after graduation. I got fired for burning every meal. I would have felt better about being fired if the meals I cooked didn’t burn before I even turned the oven on. After that, I got a job at a fireworks factory. What was I thinking! I was there for only day…one horrific day. So many explosions. Everywhere red, blue, green, yellow, orange, purple, and white nightmarish flames flew all across the room. Sparklers were going off. The room filled with smoke from smoke bombs. This is basically what I pictured what war was like. After, that the random fire and explosions happened more frequently. I thought one unexplained fire every year or two was bad, but now this was happening everyday! As I walked down the street, trees would burst in the flames. Butterflies would disintegrate. Cars would explode. Even my pants caught on fire from time to time. I have a strong belief that I am responsible for global warming. It never snowed again. Instead it would just constantly rain warm water from December through March. Which at least put out the other fires. After my refrigerator burnt to a crisp, I couldn’t take any more of this. I poured gasoline on myself. I sprayed an entire container of hairspray in my hair. I ripped pages out the dictionary and shoved them in my pockets and down my shirt. I took out a lighter. It wouldn’t light. So then I grabbed my matches. I attempted to light at least 5 matches until I threw them as hard as I could against the wall. I ran to the oven, turned it on, and shoved my head in the oven. Nothing happened. “Ha ha ha very funny.†I sarcastically yelled at no one. I was losing my mind. “There’s other ways to commit suicide.â€, I shouted. I then searched my kitchen for a knife. But every knife in my house had already melted. So I ran outside. I ran to the city looking for a bridge or a tall building, anything tall that I could jump off of. But, then I heard a baby screaming. I looked up and saw a burning building. I knew I had to rescue it. Quickly I ran into the building, ignoring the fact I was covered with gasoline. I ran up seven flaming flight of stairs. I could hear the baby’s crying getting louder and louder. I knew I was getting nearer and nearer. Then I saw the baby screaming; it was in a crib. I was going to reach for the baby, but then I looked at myself in a mirror. I was covered in flames. If I picked up the baby I would have harmed it. So I had to carry a crib down seven flights of stairs while I was on fire. After I returned the baby to his parents, someone poured some cold water out of water bottle on me. The doctor examined me. I was not injured at all. How could this be…I was bursting in flames for at least half an hour. I poured gasoline on myself for God’s sake. Then it hit me…I can’t be burned to death. Knowing this I dedicated my life to firefighting. After, I became a firefighter the unexplained fires stopped. No more exploding cars! No more disintegrating butterflies! No more burning pants! Fires were now started by lousy cooks and drunk smokers. I could live again! I believe this is destiny. The fires must’ve been a sign that I needed to be a fire fighter. It makes sense, after all my dad always had the smell of whiskey on his breath even though he never drank, and he got a job at a brewery.
