Once a year gamers from all over tha globe hook up in Dallas ta big-up tha legacy of one of da most thugged-out legendary FPS of all times.

Git locked n loaded fo' QuakeCon 2013! Big up Road ta QuakeCon every last muthafuckin Sundizzle on United Mackdaddydom FACEIT TV!

Had to do it:

Anton Singov (born August 5, 1986), whoz ass also goes by tha pseudonym "Cooller", be a Russian professionizzle gamer up in tha first-thug blasta game series Quake yo. Dude is considered ta be one of da most thugged-out successful playaz of all time up in both Quake Pt III n' Quake 4 n' his thugged-out lil' prize scrilla earnings is estimated ta amount ta over US$150,000.

Coollerz earlier playin steez was characterized by his dome over aim bias n' relentless timing, straight-up often achievin a slick lock-down, controllin every last muthafuckin main item on tha map, against other skilled opponents yo. His steez is known ta be straight-up viewer bumpin', makin it easy as fuck fo' tha viewer ta KNOW what tha fuck he is thankin n' become involved up in tha action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This has lead ta Coolla havin one of tha phattest followings up in tha Quake scene.

Also works for quotes:

After whoopin Toxjq on DM6:

"your lg is nothink on tha lan"

At QuakeCon 2004, before n' afta losin ta czm on Aerowalk:

"alltimes dirty"

At QuakeCon 2004, ta LeXeR on Bloodrun:

"i'm not yo' chaotic on dm6"

At tha Ghetto Cyber Game 2002, afta whoopin if22 on Bloodrun:

"itz not internet"

son.

Reminds me of the site pornolize.com

"Keep yo' eye on tha bizzle n' chillax" - Gary Glendenning

LOL

lol there's even a long-ass comment from jamalz which gets the double treatment

quote : "It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack."

this shit here is fucking poetry right thur

Haha, amazing. For some reason I laughed hard at comments #12-#15 too

memento is so well spoken it's kinda funny to read this stuff under his nick

Another Momento_Mori classic from Powaah and jewro cheating thread

oh man I fucking lol'd my arse off, amazing

http://www.gizoogle.net/tranzizzle.php?search...is+Shiznit

:-DDD

"Update includes some freshly smoked up maps fo' different game modes n' a funky-ass brand freshly smoked up gametype: Race."

this description is actually more fitting then the original one :D

CooloutAC Jamalaized:

"Why noone straight-up gets banned"
1. They don't even require you ta verify yo' email. WTF, biatch? legit story
2. Most playas can chizzle they ip address on tha fly every last muthafuckin 24-48 minutes up in they router.
3. up in windows 7, if on ethernet, you can manually chizzle yo' mac address ta w/e tha hell you want.
4. you can downlizzle a program from microsizzlez ta chizzle yo' volume id n' you windows id. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass can easily chizzle yo' vid card id...and use diff drivers.

and i be thinkin i proved these points ta id over tha past week or two. Todizzle i just chizzled mah ip so i could post on tha forums i was just ip banned from. That weak-ass muthafucka admin knows tha deal now, nahmeean?


the only way ta mo' betta effectively ban one of mah thugs is ta ask fo' credit card numbers n' link dem ta cell beeper numbers....that you text activation account numbers to.

but id don't care. all they care bout is what tha fuck tha housewivez of dis game think.

i gots banned from dis game by a funky-ass bunch of housewives dat id hommies is infatuated with. All cuz i don't wanna playa a funky-ass bunch of hackers on facebook.

to me hackers is poison fo' dis industry whether they is bottin up in game or not. And these lil nerdz threatenin ta hack mah dirty ass...and virusin mah pc n' jackin mah facebook only proves mah point.

game is full of housewives...old disabled people, delusionizzle complacent nerdz n' malicious hackers.....that could care less bout competitizzle matches.

there is not a god damn thang hardcore bout stackin crews n' quittin games. where tha freshest clans is run by hoes whoz ass is tha complete opposite of hardcore n' competitizzle lol.

pretty much explains why dis game is so unpopular.

in lol tha ban fo' :
1. slumming
2. alting
3. quitting

Its a muthafucka tha housewives dat run quakelive don't approve of these measures.

Quakelive.....the game fo' housewives....lol



By United Hoodz of America CooloutAC
Da ignorant masses, biatch? Its was publicized up in 2006 by tha washington post, n' then again n' again n' again up in 2008 wit patriot act. Its been hood up in Sweden n' UK fo' just as long. Its suttin' dat has gone on since tha beginnin of time since ancient mackdaddydoms. Now its digital....but not a god damn thang new. This playa bitches bout hacking, biatch? n' goes ta tha two ghettos dat hack our asses mo' then our own gov't, biatch? Hes as fake as a quake playa.

Of course I support tha NSA, like most Gangstas still do. Because we is mo' worried bout tha pimps robbin our credit cardz n' jackin our identities, spyin on our asses like horny-ass peepin tom predators. We know its mo' likely dat Russia n' China is readin our emails rather then our own Gov't, n' dat our ghetto be at a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disadvantage online if there was ta be a cold-ass lil cyber war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Corporations n' hackers pushin yo' info n' ruinin pcs is mo' of a problem up in peoplez everyday lives. I have lost no freedoms n' not a god damn thang has chizzled up in tha past 12 years. I be thinkin they need ta do mo' cause hackers n' viruses is outta control. LIke teachin computer as part of primary ejaculation startin at age 5.

Da whole pc industry, let ridin' solo tha gamin industry is dead cuz of pimps like snowden! Muthafuckas is only rockin they cellphones fo' every last muthafuckin thang, even when at home, cuz they pcs is too virused n' frustratin ta use. Kidz will know how tha fuck ta use a ipad, but is goin ta grow up computer illiterate n' mo' powerless. And we owe dat ta tha scumbags dat infest tha internizzle rollin mah playas away.

Yo ass can't blame playas no mo', when just visitin tha urlz of a shitload of da most thugged-out ghettofab n' legitimate cribs be all it takes.

I say it time n' time again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Cyber Space should be no less bigged up then real space. E-sports is no diff then athletic game.... n' Hidin behind anonymous screen names make you fake n' untrustworhty like Snowden.....

ehehehehe

"Keep yo' eye on tha bizzle n' chillax" - Gary Glendenning

Watchin a funky-ass bizzle comes naturally ta dem of our asses whoz ass aren't blind n' can exercise at least a modicum of self-control n' focus yo, but what tha fuck do it mean ta chillax, biatch? For a gangbangin' five year oldschool holdin up a red plastic basebizzle bat n' anticipatin tha next underhanded pitch of a over-sized plastic basebizzle wit faux stitching, it means ta loosen yo' back, arm, hand, neck, n' jaw muscles. To chillax is ta allow yo' body tha freedom ta execute a pattern of movements smoothly n' wit as lil expenditure of juice as necessary. Da basebizzle swin be a cold-ass lil chain erection, a process of bodily preparation ideally resultin up in tha concentration of a pimped out amount of juice tha fuck into a point of contact between bat n' bizzle. Kick dat shit! Excess juice focused up in tha backswin requires pimped outer juice ta initiate tha forward swing, which impacts timing, balance, n' orientation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If tha muscle crews actizzle up in tha backswin is engaged too fully, unnecessary juice is dropped ta transfer dat juice forward ta make contact wit tha bizzle. Kick dat shit! Da basebizzle swin requires a solid base ta be provided by tha lower body. If tha base isn't firmly established, torque from tha upper body will result up in hella inconsistent swin paths. Da basebizzle swing, like other mechanics of athletic locomotion, be a thang of rehearsal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. To be successfully executed, tha body n' mind must be free of conflict, like fuckin dat resultin from a subtly inefficient torque plane n' excessive tension up in transferrin juice from backward ta forward momentum.

Like soccer, which aint baseball, Quake requires constant movement. There is no chillin up in tha dugout while waitin fo' a turn at bat, nor resettin at a scrimmage line afta tha handegg has been downed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Improperly dedicatin juice ta superfluous movement promotes fatigue. For a game like fuckin Quake, which requires at least ten minutez of constant movement n' concentration, such fatigue has profound consequences on performance. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Successful athletes, whether casual, amateur, or professional, will all benefit from pimpin tendencies dat focus on efficiently managin locomotizzle economy.

"Remember ta breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe" - Dashboard Confessionizzle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9R9Bmn2gt8)

I regularly catch mah dirty ass forgettin ta breathe while dueling. Da ramificationz of oxygen deprivation is a shitload of. Lowered blood oxygen levels (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_oxygen_level) limit menstrual faculties, stuntin tha capacitizzle fo' concentration n' memory. Muscle responsivenizz is reduced, requirin pimped outer effort ta execute controlled, precise movements, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. If breathang aint erected, fatigue increases, efficiency decreases, oxygen levels decrease further, n' these effects cascade, leadin ta ever-degraded performizzle consistin of a cold-ass lil trippin state of jerky, erectionary behavior. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Will is lost n' impulse takes control. Without a phat foundation of game, such impulsive play thangs up in dis biatch up in repetitizzle n' predictable behavior.

Knowin these detriments, however, do not a god damn thang fo' preventin em. Well shiiiit, it only highlights tha importizzle of pimpin adequate breathang tendencies fo' realz. Az of freestylin dis column, mah dopest solution is ta create a say_team bind remindin me ta chillax n' breathe. Da hope is dat such a funky-ass bind leadz ta a Pavlovian response ta tha chat beep, wherein mah diaphragm is reminded ta do its thang, ultimately resultin up in hustlin mah body ta behave mo' efficiently without prompt.

"Stretchin improves balance, physical performance, n' blood circulation." - Wikipizzle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stretching)

Accordin ta mah underground experience, stretchin inhibits stress n' helps ta clear mah mind n' reset mah focus fo' realz. Any form of physical effort positively altas mah vibe n' inflates mah desire ta do well fo' realz. Accordin ta Wikipizzle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_exercise), regular exercise:

increases tha blood n' oxygen flow ta tha dome
increases growth factors dat help create freshly smoked up nerve cells n' promote synaptic plasticity
increases chemicals up in tha dome dat help cognition, like fuckin dopamine, glutamate, norepinephrine, n' serotonin

Simplified: regular exercise promotes peepin' n' thankin fo' realz. Applied ta skill pimpment, exercise promotes general well-being, bustin a environment within tha body up in which peepin' n' growth is nurtured rather than negated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. My fuckin underground experience has been that, when sedentary, mah will ta skill has also been sedentary. Desire n' ambizzle must be sought, n' tha pursuit becomes a trudge all up in tha mirez of pointlessnizz n' apathy fo' realz. After a simple mile hike I be breathang mo' straight-up n' have somehow discovered ambizzle without havin looked, mah arms swin loosely at mah sides, balancin mah movements all up in unforced pendular action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There be a gangbangin' feelin underneath tha skin afta havin been pissed off n' then exercising, as though there's a subtle itch scratchin itself, tha friction of dat scratchin generatin warmth; it's suttin' like tha inflation of a funky-ass bangin' air balloon, tha fabric billowin against itself until filled.

Healthy exercise aint far detached from healthy diet fo' realz. Articlez abound supportin tha claim dat diet n' exercise play overwhelmingly big-ass rolez up in qualitizzle of game, helpin ta determine general vibe, juice levels, thankin patterns, awareness, will power, n' so on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. To once again n' again n' again cite mah underground experience, tha difference between a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diet of nutritious chicken versus chicken devoid of nutrizzle (or even negatively nutritious) is like tha difference between struttin across a funky-ass bed of bangin' coals bustin insulated fireproof boots n' strippin off yo' clothes, scourin yo' entire body wit a wire brush, dousin yo ass wit kerosene, then floppin down ta make furious ludd wit one particular bangin' coal dat seems ta be a lil less self-absorbed than tha rest.

For much of mah game I would laugh at athletes rap battleed afta games. Da typical basketbizzle rap battle:

Commentator: Dante, you was down 6 four minutes tha fuck into tha fourth quarter yo, but you scrambled ta git back tha fuck into tha game. Yo ass betta tell me how tha fuck you done did it?
Dante: Well, basically (sweat bursts from Dante's moustache wit each word uttered upon his fuckin labored breath) our laid-back asses just executed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Before tha fourth quarter, we weren't straight-up executin yo, but up in tha fourth quarter we pulled every last muthafuckin thang together n' was able ta execute.
Commentator: Yo ass betta tell me a lil bit bout what tha fuck when wack fo' Opposin Crew(tm)?
Dante: Well, basically, Opposin Crew(tm) started tha game wit straight-up phat execution yo, but round tha fourth quarter they execution was slipping.
Commentator: Any lyrics fo' yo' fans?
Dante: I couldn't have done it without our lord n' savior, Jizzy Christ.

But at some point mah thankin chizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This be all dat a professionizzle athlete has ta worry about: execution. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da skits n' movements n' rulez n' such is so well drilled tha fuck into they mindz n' bodies dat they only concern once up in game is ta execute what tha fuck they know ta do. They're not idiots incapable of elegantly expressin elaborately plotted strategic maneuverin yo, but rather solid athletes demonstratin tha brevitizzle of thought necessary ta be successful up in a cold-ass lil competitizzle sport.

"Perfect practice make perfect" - Random Reddit User

Relaxation requires a cold-ass lil clear mind, a cold-ass lil capacitizzle ta focus on tha key elementz of a game dat matter, rather than allowin tha mind ta be overwhelmed wit noisy shiznit dat aint relevant ta a given thang. That capacitizzle fo' focus requires thoughtful preparation n' practice. Bein able ta focus on what tha fuck ta do, rather than what tha fuck not ta do, eliminates conflictory thought up in game. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spendin some time rehearsin possible responses ta hard as fuck in-game thangs, just as basketbizzle playas drill skits religiously, gives playas tools ta commit ta coursez of action without tha wasteful effort of doubt n' mad drama. Da course of action may or may not be appropriate yo, but it is ghon be tha result of a pimped outer amount of thought n' effort than tha time dropped in-game confusedly wonderin which path ta take ta where.

There is all dem elementz of mah approach ta duel dat I be currently focusin on improvin yo, but chillaxation has become tha main. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Tense musclez grindin tha mouse tha fuck into tha desk n' a rigid claw scrapin tha lettas off tha keyboard means LG battlez thrown away n' pixel rails missed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it means forgettin item times n' enemy locations. Well shiiiit, it means hustlin round tha map like a harmless blue pimp, givin Pac-Man uncontested access ta every last muthafuckin big-ass white bizzle da thug wants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Well shiiiit, it means rushin tha fuck into tha street like a starvin dawg ta grab a half-decayed bird wing, lookin up ta peep tha straight-up loaded semi beatboxin forward ta serve up you tha fuck into oblivion.

I had enough free time to read all of this.

Oh wait, no I didn't.

Cool story bro.

lol http://www.gizoogle.net/xfer.php?link=http://...l-quakers/

http://www.gizoogle.net/index.php?search=http...is+Shiznit

"As Sinista wasn't a pimped out success up in itz previous incarnations, especially when outta control, we've decided ta give it another go n' try ta improve it once again n' again n' again wit tha followin chizzles:

-Removed 1 Minute RG respawn & gong
-Removed GA
-Added a second YA
-Swapped nuff muthafuckin items
-Removed low RA spawn
-Added pillar @ RA
-Added another teleporter


This is ghon be our last attempt ta improve tha map. Our thugged-out asses hope you trip off tha chizzles, give it another go!"

- OGYellak

http://www.gizoogle.net/xfer.php?link=http://...gBavLrGffg

:D