1000 clues that you have been playing thief way to much ...

RUtaffenMe on 7/7/2001 at 17:58

1674: You join a clan.
1675: You wage a clan war on a message board.

And a comment on 1672:
OH MY That's Funny <IMG SRC="laff.gif" border="0">

Seymour_Gibbs on 7/7/2001 at 18:28

Yeouve heard of chiking the chicken, well taffers Bash the Boxman <IMG SRC="shake.gif" border="0">

Josh Engdahl on 8/7/2001 at 03:14

1676: You actually know what Khamoon and The Potted Plant are talking about. Actually, that might just be from browsing the forums way too much not playing Thief. Sorry

Go visit the (http://www.ttlg.com/forums/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=14&t=006425) cloak and hood thread!
Keep it alive!
Keep them alive! And in style!

Play crikket, everyone. It's good for you. And always look both ways before *WHUMP*

*someone just blackjacked The Potted Plant to shut him up.*

Josh Engdahl on 8/7/2001 at 19:26

1677: You are no longer scared of the dark;
1678: But you ARE scared of the woods!

Lake on 10/7/2001 at 15:34

1679. <img src="http://users.erols.com/ctrobot/modding/bios/thiefbios.jpg" width=300 height=190 alt="Thief BIOS">

Renault on 10/7/2001 at 15:56

1680: You get a tatoo of one (or more) of the Keeper's glyphs (I've actually thought about this).

1681: You walk around in public and look for good locations to layout all the bodies after you knock them out.

(I need help, soon...)

Golden Skull on 10/7/2001 at 16:39

Quote:

Originally posted by Brother Renault:
<STRONG>1680: You get a tatoo of one (or more) of the Keeper's glyphs (I've actually thought about this).
</STRONG>

Hey THAT's a cool idea :)

Josh Engdahl on 17/7/2001 at 04:30

I just cover my Chemistry and Astronomy books with them and scratch them onto my arm with a pencil...

Marecki on 19/7/2001 at 22:12

Heh, I wanted to get the Trickster's Eye tattooed on my forehead <IMG SRC="angel.gif" border="0">

Khamoon on 20/7/2001 at 05:47

1682: you begin to understand the posts all around you, and realize that for once, youre not on the outside of all these inside jokes.

1683: You join the CIA simply to steal espionage equipment, move to Austin, and setup an elaborate Base Of Operations working Survellance and such on the makers of Thief 3.

1684: You start a friendship, then a relationship, with one of the Programmers of Thief 3 to pump him/her for information on the game, but as you slowly get to know them better and better, you find yourself at the computer less and less, and spending time with them more and more. You break off altogether from the game, attempting to acnowledge that special something he/she has that makes you so attracted to them with hearts, flowers, candy, walks on the beach, etc.

You both Elope, them from Ion Storm Austin, you from the Computer, to live a life of love free from rules and such, away from dimly lit screens and a world of sneaking and blackjacking, free of typing and programming, writing code and such, find a little place, simple jobs, and a simple life devoted to each other, and never look at a computer screen again because you cant tear your gaze away from their Eyes.

Thief 3 Comes out. You never hear about it. You never know about it. Life goes on, you without a care about the world of Thief.

In 40 or so years, with you on your deathbed, surrounded by your Loving family, a devoted lover, loving children and grandchildren, you think back on your live and cant possibly think of a mistake you made. Sometimes it was tough to make that payment, occasionally you argued with your spouse, but after it all, you cant think of anything you would ever want better or a live you could have possibly enjoyed more....And then something dim surfaces in your mind. You see smiles all around you, your family wishing you goodbye, and promises to see you whenever they get to wherever you are going now, Blackness starts to cloud your vision. you close your eyes, just for a moment, just to rest them...

You open your eyes. Somehow youre standing, and on ground that seems familiar, but alien. A street. Night. You feel great, you must be 40 years or so younger....

A passerby looks near where you are, and dosent see you. The shadow Obscured you well...you smile to yourself, For you know where you are. Putting your blackjack in the back of your cloak, you crack your neck, and move under cover of darkness, knowing youve arrived in heaven, the perfect place to wait for your family to return to your embrace, Playing Thief 3 out in the first person perspective, with you as Garrett.

And thats when you've played Thief too much. When for a wish in heaven, youre given a part of your youth, and a loved wish to accompany it.

1685:You spend 10 minutes to read a post and instantly understand the poor Taffer who wrote it has been with his girl too often....And envy him and how he still plays the game he loves....occasionally. ;)