Player Photograph by Burn Unit
September 21st, 2008 12:00 AM / Location: 42.715741,-70.8501419 vote(s)

Jellybean of Thark
5
Blue
5
SNORLAX
5
Loki
5
Ink Tea
5
anna one
5
Not Here No More
5
Tøm
5
Myrna Minx
5
Dela Dejavoo
5
done
5
Julian Muffinbot
5
Ben Whitehouse
5
Lincøln
4
JJason Recognition
5
teucer
5
zer0gee
5
saille is planting praxis
1
Waldo Cheerio
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You are the only person who ever voted for my player photograph, and you mark the occasion with an assault on the integrity of my mustache? don't spend all that silver in one place, judas
burn patients can play games involving snow, which actually lets them forget the pain.
Assault? Assault?
I voted because of the false mustache.
For your information, I spent that silver buying you a false mustache comb.
oh.
um.
awesome, I shall use it frequently!
the satirical slave says here that old men have grey beards; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit ...
you yourself sir, should be as old as i am, if like a crab, you could go backward.
Oh my crap
Congratulations. I wasn't responsible for this one.
Congratulations on the level-up, Burn Unit.
It's certainly well deserved.
vhy hes yuoor grey beerd becume-a vheetish? ere-a yuoo tekeeng lessuns frum gundelff? yuoo ere a veezrd veellein perheps?!?
be a creb velk beckverds leeke-a preence ooff-a hemlett. Um de hur de hur de hur.
You're awesome. Fairy godmonster, you 8ed me. Thanks, I shall now attempt to spend my karmic debt and smug reveling by voting for amazing tasks, as per your urging and your example...
B-U, where are U...?
What happened to your nonsensical/delusional poetry spasms?
I've dealt with senile royalty before. All of you weak asthemers will one day learn how silly these games are when I do away with you...
Beware noob, others will attest that I am perfectly capable of playing this game to the pain. I will leave you wallowing in freakish misery, count on it.
I wish to know more about these sub-urbs of the Twin Cities. Are there mole people? Did you meet any Dero? Did you encounter the dinosaur men of the hollow earth?
There are mole people. They are a shy race. They disguise themselves as rocks and stand very still. So committed are they, you can yell at them, splash them with water, even beat them with a hammer and still they pretend to be rocks. There are dinosaur men. They disguise themselves as water and rush past visitors, giggling all the while. Do not try to catch them, as you are liable to drop your flashlight. There are no Dero underground, anymore. They've all moved to Manhattan and bought lofts. There's a very successful Dero-run S&M parlor up on 78th street, though my auto mechanic says it isn't really authentic.
Auto mechanics are trustworthy authorities on S&M parlors. It is true.
Oh yeah, I meant to be more specific about that, but things got moving a bit. yes I am a Master of the Arts of Theology
actually that reminds me...
now, i was wondering, have you considered the following?
"nurbun it "(everyone will be confused...maybe nurbun' it would be nice)
or "It Burnun' " that's kinda nasty.
so then i cheated and used an anagram generator.
Bunt Ruin
Bi Nun Rut
Bi Runt Nu
Bi Turn Nu
Bi Run Tun
Bi Run Nut
Bi Urn Nut
Bin Nu Rut
Nib Nu Rut
Rib Tun Nu
Rib Nut Nu
Bit Run Nu
Bit Urn Nu
Burnt I Nu
Brunt I Nu
Burn I Tun
Burn I Nut
Burn Ti Nu
Burn It Nu
Bunt I Run (this is cute, it's almost like you can't spell)
Bunt I Urn
Bun I Runt
Bun I Turn
Bun In Rut
Bun Ti Run
Bun Ti Urn
Bun It Run
Bun It Urn
Nub I Runt
Nub I Turn
Nub In Rut (kinda strange, in a good way)
Nub Ti Run
Nub Ti Urn
Nub It Run
Nub It Urn
Bur In Tun
Bur In Nut
Bur Nit Nu
Bur Tin Nu
Burti Nun
Bur It Nun
Rub In Tun
Rub In Nut (GROSS! but i like it)
Tub In Urn
But In Run (nice, i like it as an explative)
But In Urn
I put my name into one and I got "Amazingly Patient Boob." Bizzare, huh?
and just where is this generator, Amazingly Patient Boob?
here
which *I* found (when I heard about the concept) by going you know, here
that's what i used too. it was so hard to choose!
my other favorites were:
muff oil tub ninja
fat bijou film nun
jubilant muff ion
The problem with the online version of the Name Change-O-Chart is that you can't see the billboard sized charts that the professor made.
Can I call you, Senator Lumpy Chickensniffer.
Signed,
Buttercup Lizardjuice
I did mine the old fashioned way.
Well, not entirely old-fashioned, as a computer was involved - but the only software was Notepad.
(By the way, Tom, you could make a fine Chez Glamtonez or something.)
the anagram machine was suggested near this task by who-knows-whom.
yours truly abused it - it works in many languages - for hours upon hours....
I tried Lincoln.
No anagrams found.
So I tried Senator Lincoln.
23453 found.
Some favorites:
Ancients Roll On
No Clean Nostril
Ocean Inn Stroll - or maybe better: Ocean Inn Trolls
Not Local Sinner
Online Clan Rots
Lone Scrotal Inn
The next person to vote for Burn Unit's Player Photograph gets a one-way ticket and a free night's stay at the Lone Scrotal Inn! Act Now!
...perhaps you'd prefer a stay at the Mutual Jib Off Inn?
did i win it?
and yes, i would prefer the latter.
Jesus. you kids get off my lawn!
I was gonna vote for your pic cause I'm so excited you used one of the faces. Then I realized I'd already voted for a previous pic of yours. So i second that first vote.
I, on the other hand, fear his new player photo.
Hello. My name is ASIMO. I have noticed, with my advanced circuitry and receptors, that you are not a member of the Probot team. I question whether there is a reason to this. I hope that sending you a request for friendship will increase your desire to empathize with robots.
That pee-portrait deserves more votes.
Someday, I hope to win a refrigerator.
Burn Unit, you get points for bringing the Gummies back. Hooray for Burn Unit!
I am, admittedly, not as creative as the gummies in my thanks, but felt the need to share this all the same.
You are føur this day. You are the only active player I know who can claim this credential. It was on this day in 2006 that you wrote "The pleased child of my future". So it all began.
Three was an interesting year for you. Five tasks, one of them just yesterday. It was exactly two years ago that you expressed exasperation in your secret writeup of Object Annotation about points being a fickle mistress. Players vote in a very unpredictable way, and I agree with you. Your Funeral of Scyld Scefing was beautiful, and one of the more memorable completions this era, for me, for some reason that is hard to put my finger on. It has also tied for earning you the least points this era. I am puzzled.
Perhaps more than any other player, I have read and re-read your past completions. When I first joined SFØ, you were as temporally experienced with this community as I am today. By the time I think about SFØ with the same depth of experience as you do today, players who join today would have as much experience as I do now. Though I doubt that either the newb or I will be able to barbecue nearly so well as you have already done. We all have much to learn from you about praxis beyond the drive for points.
With Tac, Lank, and Ben Yamiin already, by their silence, against the formation of a self-propelling zerø-day tradition, I have my doubts you will take it upon yourself to start one either. If you do, though, there are a little more than five hours left today to command the attention you deserve, on this day of days, where we celebrate the last four years of your life, by which I mean only the awesome parts, of which there are many (like commas in this paragraph).
Markelsørph.
So I was browsing the archives of an old-school gaming blog in preparation for my soon-to-be-begun original-edition D&D campaign, and I see this post. And I'm like, "holy shit the dude in the freeze frame looks familiar."
Lincoln said I should share. So, yeah.
You look like Keifer Sutherland all of a sudden! (That is to say: Good to see ya, lookin' good)
You coming back to play with us?
Or just to poke around?
Also, sorry i didn't get to meet you when i came down :D
Your mustache is false.