lol I get 2-3 spams per day, I think it is amazing the prices they ask for too.. $147.00 for 50,000 EC (aka 15 minutes of work) makes me rofl. I wonder if they mean 147 peso's.
lol I get 2-3 spams per day, I think it is amazing the prices they ask for too.. $147.00 for 50,000 EC (aka 15 minutes of work) makes me rofl. I wonder if they mean 147 peso's.
really? last offer i got was a million EC for $10 i haven't seen any for a while still though.
CF: Are you prepared to get a good deal on credits or are you simply going to cruise around space aimlessly all day like a cruiser in an asteroid field with a malfunctioning deflector array?
Me: Excuse me. What happened to the nice Australian who gave me 100k credits yesterday.
CF: She's gone, child. They've all gone. And we're back.
Me: Who?
CF: The credit farmers who inexplicably charge money for a currency that is easy to obtain and has few uses. We were watching you, farming your Badges of Exploration. And we all thought you were a petaQ.
Me: Excuse me...
CF: Oh. Would you rather I be polite and euphemize your pathetically needy attempts to extract value for nothing? Even a greedy, latinum-grubbing Ferengi knows that every bargain comes at a price. And my price is simply your credit card information, which I might add, I could probably find for free in a Google search given your obvious undervaluing of virtual commodities.
Me: Now see here...! I'll have you know I bought a bridge pack in the C-Store just last week.
CF: A bridge pack. In the C-Store. How droll. Before game studios started their own microtransaction services, a FAD which will no doubt pass away with less fanfare than a Kobali funeral, my kind was running forced labor camps that would make a Cardassian weep, working children 26 hour days at phaser point and imposing a breed of discipline that makes an agony booth seem like a three month holiday on Risa. I suggest you spare yourself the pain and embarrassment of speaking any further and save me the work of keylogging your account password and just hand me your account now or, if you have a modicum of dignity and intelligence... get. off. my. ship, mister.
Me: Uhm. Okay....
CF: Oh, for Pete's sake, you could at least let me infect your computer with a trojan on the way out... To'ba!
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In Russia they share you.....
ok really bad over used joke is now over.
strange, I myself have not gotten on in a long time.
At least not for me.
On a side note, I thought you were talking about someone's spine and back.
really? last offer i got was a million EC for $10 i haven't seen any for a while still though.
Isn't our time better spent drama-posting about player councils and referal programs?
Focus people, FOCUS! :rolleyes:
That joke never gets old.
I have not gotten spam in well over a month.
This post is full of win. Hilarious!
Me: Excuse me. What happened to the nice Australian who gave me 100k credits yesterday.
CF: She's gone, child. They've all gone. And we're back.
Me: Who?
CF: The credit farmers who inexplicably charge money for a currency that is easy to obtain and has few uses. We were watching you, farming your Badges of Exploration. And we all thought you were a petaQ.
Me: Excuse me...
CF: Oh. Would you rather I be polite and euphemize your pathetically needy attempts to extract value for nothing? Even a greedy, latinum-grubbing Ferengi knows that every bargain comes at a price. And my price is simply your credit card information, which I might add, I could probably find for free in a Google search given your obvious undervaluing of virtual commodities.
Me: Now see here...! I'll have you know I bought a bridge pack in the C-Store just last week.
CF: A bridge pack. In the C-Store. How droll. Before game studios started their own microtransaction services, a FAD which will no doubt pass away with less fanfare than a Kobali funeral, my kind was running forced labor camps that would make a Cardassian weep, working children 26 hour days at phaser point and imposing a breed of discipline that makes an agony booth seem like a three month holiday on Risa. I suggest you spare yourself the pain and embarrassment of speaking any further and save me the work of keylogging your account password and just hand me your account now or, if you have a modicum of dignity and intelligence... get. off. my. ship, mister.
Me: Uhm. Okay....
CF: Oh, for Pete's sake, you could at least let me infect your computer with a trojan on the way out... To'ba!