Winning Crysis 2 would be winning the most superb graphically advanced game of the year.
My current pc was upgraded due to Crysis 1 showing me that my system was long over due for an upgrade.
So staying in character , Ive written a little Crysis poetry for everyone.
MAXIMUM ARMOR
It was early in the morning ,
when my fiance' came calling,
the display on my phone,
said its 11 am and there I was in bed alone.
Over the sound of her screaming,
I realized I wasnt dreaming,
Its the morning of my wedding and I forgot to set the clock.
What the F*** !!
MAXIMUM SPEED
So with melancholy woe in my supprize, I grabbed the tux and ran for my life,
into my car and down the drive,
In my PJ's at full speed down the road,
Turned on the radio to find the high way is backed up , a truck lost its load !
OMG ! RAGE ! ANGER ! SO MUCH F***ING MADNESS OMG !
MAXIMUM STRENGTH
So in an act of madness I got out and checked the boot,
I left the tux on the F***ING ROOF !!! OMG !!
I called the best man to make a plan,
I left the car there and then I ran !
Through the traffic , through the mess ,
This is such a epic fail , so much stress !!
A man can only go so fast in slippers,
for some reason Im thinking of the batchelor party and all the strippers ..
MAXIMUM SPEED
Running my ass off past all the cars ..
Im going to be so F***ING LATE IM SEEING STARS !!
At reaching the end of the traffic jam,
I reached for my cellphone and found OH DAMN !
I left my cellphone in the CAR !!
OMG !! SO MUCH RAGE !! F*** !!
CLOAK ENGAGED
I stopped a cop at the accident,
said I was a spy and someone was going to kill the president,
we got in his car and sped down the road,
I told him we needed to make a stop , I had codes to upload !
We have secret spy headquarters at wedding venues,
The PJ's were my passcode to get past the gate.
Well needless to say he believed my story,
drove me right there with the siren's glory.
Borrowed his cellphone and phoned a friend ,
had my ultra encripted conversation and everything was planned.
People were staring ,
the siren blaring,
as I turned up at my wedding,
in my pjs with 20 attack helicopters above my head...
IM GOING TO BE SO FU**ING DEAD !
If the wife to be doesnt kill me first..
How much could it hurt :S
ENERGY CRITICAL
The bestman waited for me in the levy,
I rushed in there , my breath was heavy,
I gave him my PJs and put on his suit,
Dashed down the passage where my wife to be stood.
The entire police force coming through the door,
I ran up the steps and begged the pastor..
HURRY UP ! MAKE IT QUICK ! I DO ! I DO !
I turned to my bride all flustered and out of breath,
said I LOVE YOU ! BE MY BRIDE ! FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE !
She said I Do as the cops reached the steps,
cuffed me and dragged me out and told me I was under arrest..
But I didnt mind , I did my best.
At the police station as they began to write me up,
I tried to explain my story and didnt give up.
Made such a rukus that the man in charge,
came out , uncuffed me and said hes the sarge.
He laughed at my story and told me to go,
told his squadron to drive me down ,
they let me out at the door for the second time that morn.
MAXIMUM WEDDING
Suffice it to say that I messed up that day,
that my wife was atleast impressed with my daring display..
The Wedding wasnt a complete disaster and the cake was great,
Everyone enjoyed the story and so did my best mate.
While he was dressed in my PJ's and dancing with his wife,
I looked at mine and thought to myself..
If this is the way it started what might tomorrow bring ..
Kissed her and held her and we danced all night !
The rest of this story is sensored.
thats the end of this thread

CLOAK ENGAGED.