

Lol that's going in my sigRayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....


Rayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....

And light will probably never come.chuckstudios said:Rayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Diablo1123 said:And light will probably never come.chuckstudios said:Rayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
Win. Epic epic win. I will post this whenever someone asks where to buy an R4.Rayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....


Narin said:YeapBatman55 said:Does that mean M3simplyDS is also dead?![]()

Rayder said:When you think of the R4, think crickets and tumbleweeds. Mmkay?
You hear a wolf howling in the distance as dust blows over the wasteland that is the R4's future. You hear a whisper. You spin around to look behind you and hope to find some hope that the R4 team is alive, but it was just the leaves in a dying tree blowing in the wind. You hear the sound of a buzzard's call. You face forward again and see the buzzard flying right at you. You call out for help as you try to avoid the buzzard, but no one is around to hear your cries. You stumble and fall as the buzzard snatches the R4 from your hand. It flies to the tree and proceeds to munch upon your beloved flashcart.
Suddenly you begin to feel weak and alone. Fear and anxiety wells up inside you as the gaming withdrawal takes effect. You run to the tree thinking you might take the R4 back from the buzzard, but the buzzard just looks at you mockingly as it slowly destroys your R4 in its sharp beak. You attempt to climb the tree to steal back your precious R4, but the branches you can reach break off in your hand and the buzzard flies away at the sound of the breaking branches with the R4 in its mouth. You could swear that the buzzard is laughing at you as it disappears in the distance. Your R4 is gone forever. Alone, anxious and without a flashcart you stand, staring hopelessly into the distance where the buzzard disappeared. It begins to rain.
Suddenly, like a Mack truck traveling at 100 miles per hour, it hits you. The R4 is dead. You must buy a new flashcart. The rain hides your tears.....

fgghjjkll said:Does any body know the teams email address?
id like to know it
