Pappy-R: Team Dm! Always has been. always will be...sort of.
a madman: CTF, but it's still better with grapples and pogo sticks and heat-seeking llamas and whatever else has been modded into it.
Jube: Mmm, chocolate CTF. *drool* /me beats up the Easter Bunny and steals his stash.
Hellchick: Used to be DM, but now I'm all about the CTF. In fact, I've been playing
a lot of q3ctf4 lately.
Mr. Lake: Vanilla no more! Thank God for Loki's
Pappy-R: I always wanted my own Fiend around the house.
a madman: Doom all over. Imp, meet Mr. Shotgun!
Jube: Definitely Quake, to say otherwise would be punishable by death. Or something like that.
Hellchick: Quake II! Gotta love those weird dogs with the deadly tongues.
Mr. Lake: I wake every night in a cold sweat, terrified that the Strogg are back
for me...but my flesh is as far as they'll get.
Pappy-R: Light'em up!
a madman: Break an empty bottle of Bawls over his head. Bawls, the bottle of choice for LAN brawls everywhere!
Jube: Gross. Boys are icky. ;)
Hellchick: You level your railgun at them and say, "I know what you're thinkin'...you're thinkin', was that the 5th or the 6th fart? Well you gotta ask yourself something...do you feel lucky, punk?"
Mr. Lake: I often wonder what a fart is like over a 56k.
a madman: Due to a rather confusing set of incidents involving time travel, my mother is Julius Caesar and my father is a bag of corn chips.
Jube: I've sent away for DNA analysis to find out which one of you is my daddy. But be forewarned... you've got a LOT of Birthdays to catch up on!
Hellchick: DOOM 3 is my daddy!
Mr. Lake: It would have to be Mr. Mr. Lake I suppose.
Pappy-R: /me taps his foot waiting for submissions
a madman: I was busy... with the stuff... and... things.
Jube: To all of the people who don't submit poll questions... may a thousand Shamblers do their business in your backyard.
Hellchick: I would, but my Quake 2 killer bio-mech dog ate the question.
Mr. Lake: Uh...I was...making...maps I think? (See big picture on p.10 of PC Gamer 10th Aniversary Issue)