Help Monopoly!

[toad862]

Heey where has online Monopoly moved to?!!?!?!? Where have all the players who played Atari online monopoly now playing it?

[Moridin00]

Try the monopoly oforums!

Thry're sdtill there :up:

[Timbuk2]

At home with friends and family on a non-virtual board.

[toad862]

I do not see any Monopoly forum!!!

[Moridin00]

I do not see any Monopoly forum!!!

Just enter the monoopoly into your browser's URL at the atari site?! :weird:

[toad862]

http://monopoly ....?

[Moridin00]

At the atari site :)

The browserl. And the url are both linked in the browser's navigation. This is how interwebs 'talk' to each other.

Monopoly - it's the perfect sim!

[toad862]

ca n you give me link? it says atari sold it for only $us19.5m

[RoyT]

Needless to say, you can not play Monopoly online anymore. That website is long gone. :(

[toad862]

Yes but where is it gone then!? Must all those players have moved to a new site?

[Moridin00]

My bad. :o:heart:

[RoyT]

No. You can not play Monopoly online anymore. Anywhere.

[toad862]

source?

[Moridin00]

:haha:

[RoyT]

Fine, ask a mod then if you don't believe me.

[Timbuk2]

Persistent cat is persistent.

[bigjimdavis]

EA Sports bought the rights to the Atari Play games (inc. Monopoly, Scrabble, Yahtzee, Sorry, Boggle and Battleship) from Hasbro and will be adding 3 of them (in this order - Scrabble, Monopoly and Yahtzee) to their Pogo site in 2008 (exact dates not known yet) Check the link in my signature for more info.

[pedxing]

#2 in our continuing series (http://www.ataricommunity.com/forums/showthread.php?p=10066464#post10066464) of why Computer Monopoly is not as good as the real thing:

can you make the Dog ride in the Wheelbarrow? no?

not as good, then. :downcast:

[ashley6943]

On Pogo's website it says: Board Games
yahtzee is coming in Summer 2008. Meanwhile, you might enjoy playing one of our popular board games.
and monopoly is coming in fall of 2008
scrabble blast is allready there.

[Moridin00]

On Pogo's website it says: Board Games
yahtzee is coming in Summer 2008. Meanwhile, you might enjoy playing one of our popular board games.
and monopoly is coming in fall of 2008
scrabble blast is allready there.

Pizza
I noticed a street kid today. He was about 19.
He was sitting on the pavement waiting for someone to meet him. He wore good clothes - cream three-quarter pants and a striped t-shirt in ochre, cream and white. His most noticeable feature was his hair: he had a rich head of it, divided in the middle, with deep-brown curls just framing the side of his smooth-skinned, olive face. Green eyes the colour of mulch on a summer forest's floor looked into mine honestly; and with friendliness. He had perfect white teeth.

We spoke briefly of simple things; the most remarkable of which was when he said, 'if only we could speak frankly'. He had the gentle approachability of a dog waiting to be petted; and I found it quite enchanting.
I wondered where he'd come from and then my girlfriend got into my car and she said, 'Ah yes, we know that one. We bought him pizza once and spoke with him. His family has left him and he lives here alone. Isn't he beautiful?'
'Yes', I replied, 'for a street boy'.
Strange words, those: so beautiful, for a street boy.

***

Tanya hadn't really thought that she'd fall so for someone new, let alone someone in a different country. It had all happened so quickly and with such overwhelming force of abandonment. One minute she'd been a happy tourist scouting the shopping malls and the next she was running naked along white, hot beaches; and holding sun-warmed hair in her hands as she stared deep into the dark eyes of her lover.

He had swept her off her feet and, summarily, she'd done the same to him.
And he was a strange man; full of other-worldly wisdom and an edgy patience that belied some conflict within. She hadn't yet mined to the source of it, but she had faith that she would. They were getting to know each other rather well; and the passage of time displays all things.

Shrugging, she hefted her backpack and walked on down the road as pink and gold blazed sunset coronas around her stark silhouette. She was off to meet her beau and her world seemed so very complete.

***

Eugene hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and trudged wearily along busy roads dusty with passing traffic and swirls of human bustle. He'd had a disappointing day. It had started off fairly well - with a shower and breakfast: a floury roll filled with cold meats and cheese; and a cup of cool coffee to wash it down. Then he'd headed for the park. It was tourist season and he could usually make some money, especially down by the men's: locals and foreigners alike met there for brief lunch-time affairs with strangers. Occasionally they'd pay for his time.

But the park had been empty, except for pairs of women pushing prams and the homeless sleeping stretched out on lawns under the sun. He'd walked its length at least three times, from parliament at the bottom to the museums and planetarium at the top, but had no luck at all.

He'd gone hungry then until the sun began to set and he made his way into town, to his favourite shopping mall. He sat on the side of the road and waited for a man who owed him some money. He'd promised to meet him there, but after an hour of waiting it was clear he'd never come. His stomach rumbled along to his softly-impatient growls. Then a car had pulled up alongside him - a powerful machine in dark, burgundy red. And out of it had stepped someone promising: a young, good-looking man wearing a summer jacket and neat shoes who looked over him, from top to bottom, and seemed to drink in the view of him.

His breath caught, but not in quite the usual way. Along with the thrill of money came something else - a warm, gentle glow that started somewhere in the pit of his stomach, then wound lazily to his heart and up into his throat. There was something in that man's eyes that arrested him: their frankness, their hunger, their familiarity. He liked this person and thought that perhaps he liked him too.
'Waiting for someone?' he asked Eugene.
'Yes', with an awkward grin. Why was he feeling so shy? 'I'm waiting for a man who owes me some money'. The man introduced himself by name.
'My name's Eugene', he said, looking down at his feet. They shifted with his eyes, white sneakers against the chunky, dark greyness of street tar.
They spoke some more and then the man was gone; off to collect a beautiful young woman who he remembered had bought him food once. Pizza. Hunger stirred in his belly; a lizard shifting itself on a hot, sunny rock.

The couple climbed in their car and were about to leave when he found an inner reserve of courage. Running to the driver's side window, he cast about for something to say. 'Do you perhaps have ten bucks for me? I don't think that my friend is coming after all'.
'I'm sorry, no', said the man; and shame and regret rose up in him like the shock of cold water on a hot day. Then the car was gone and he was left standing there, looking after it as it went.
He turned and started to trudge home in the dusk; thinking long thoughts of money, food and regret. But above all, of a man who’d looked past his outward appearance and seen a glimpse of who he really was inside: lonely and brave, too proud to beg and too hopeful to cry.
His stomach growled soft secrets.

***

Tanya stretched her feet out into the space underneath the glovebox and felt her skin shift against the car’s soft leather. She loved its smell: skin and dust against chamomile and the subtlest hint of perfume. Her partner was unusually quiet as his hand rested on her thigh, fingers toying with the hem of her silk skirt.

‘Do you know that boy?’ she asked. He’d looked so lost and lonely, yet she’d seen him smile when they were talking.
‘No’, came the answer. ‘Although, strangely, I feel as if I have met him before’.
Silence settled down around them as they listened, comfortably, to its sound.

***

I had recognized something in Eugene. It was something quite wild, an un-formed thought – the sense that much more could have been said, or much less.
I remembered that once, when I was younger, I had fallen upon hard times and had little money to spare. I was able to keep a roof over my head for a few months while things pulled themselves together but otherwise there was very little to be had. I would sit in my dark little room, wishing I could turn on some lights or boil the kettle for a cup of tea, but wishes were all that formed. I ate when I could – tins of beans or tomato over rice or slices of bread. After such meals I would feel content for a while, but then a strange hunger would settle over me once more, one that food couldn’t satisfy. I was alone, abandoned, teetering at the edge of some grim fall that could engulf me at any second. If it did I knew that I would cease to be and something else would rise and take its place: something greedy, solitary, angry, bleak.

Yet through it all I held on tight to a sense of hope. I knew that if I made it through today then I could make it through another today, tomorrow. I would smile at myself in the mirror just to see a smile, then I’d take it with me into the outside world and put it on display so that others could see.
I’d seen Eugene smile at me just like that and it had made me appreciate the car pinging as it cooled beside me, the beautiful woman who ran into my arms and called me her own, the steady job I tried so hard not to resent and the predictable rising of the sun day after day, though those days could bleed and weep into one another like the blending of cream into chocolate.
And his smile had touched me and I had loved him, for all that quick love can mean: I’d loved him for the cold, dark memory of pain that he had brought up inside me and for the warm, comforting pleasure I knew I’d brought into him.

‘We must buy him pizza some time’, I said into the quiet. Tanya looked at me quizzically. ‘That street-boy, Eugene. He looked hungry’.

‘I have fed him before’, she replied. ‘He was grateful. But I think he needs much more than food. I think we reminded him of that today’.

The red car wound its way into olive hillsides and acres of sky, around bends skirting a sapphire sea; and a lonely young streetboy wandered his way home, to his small and lonely room in the heart of a city, on a journey towards something that he now could find faith in.

A stranger had given him some pizza.

[Steely Glint]

And then your mom got scared and said "You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"?

[Nessus]

NO DO NOT START THAT BEL AIR CRAP IN CC NO NO THAT'S A BAD STEELY

:mad:

bad!

[Steely Glint]

:haha:

[Ziggy Stardust]

and it had dice on the mirror

[Moridin00]

what had dice on the mirror

[Ziggy Stardust]

The cab

[Moridin00]

Thought you meant the monopoly piece

[gogobongopop]

The one he whistled for.

[Moridin00]

Everyone's a critic :(

[Timbuk2]

This cab was rare.

[gogobongopop]

Nah, forget it.

[Timbuk2]

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Altogether now ...




HOME TO BEL-AIR

[gogobongopop]

It's 'YO HO TO BEL-AIR'.

Get out. Go on, get out now.

[Nessus]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/SinWithSebastian/2275598.jpg

[Moridin00]

Wait - are all you ****ers ripping me off in some strange way I can't decipher? :mad:

[Nessus]

It's an internet meme to write a long story and then finish it with the opening of "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air", which was a crappy sit-com with a young Will Smith.

[Timbuk2]

Get out. Go on, get out now.


http://www.shoutmouth.com/content/tomz/dances/carlton.gif

Carlton says: MAKE ME!

[Ziggy Stardust]

meme
http://climbatizeut.users.btopenworld.com/f-smilies/FarQuit/bash.gif

[Moridin00]

It's an internet meme to write a long story and then finish it with the opening of "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air", which was a crappy sit-com with a young Will Smith.

I fail at the interwebs

[Timbuk2]

crappy sit-com

:mad:

You have all the tastes, wit and class of a short-sighted and particularly unhygienic gibbon.

[Nessus]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/SinWithSebastian/tyra_blonde_sm_2.gif

[Steely Glint]

Angeli i demoni kruzhili nado mnoj
Rassekali ternii i mlechnye puti
Ne znaet schast'ya tol'ko tot
Kto ego zova ponyat ne smog

Nalybuites' nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, Aeria gloris
Nalybuites' nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris

[Nessus]

Angeli i demoni kruzhili nado mnoj
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/SinWithSebastian/14.jpg

[Ziggy Stardust]

That crazy Britney, what will she do next?! :haha:

[Nessus]

Wait, what?

[Ziggy Stardust]

Do I stutter?

[Timbuk2]

Look at this burn mark on my arm.

It's about the same size as a cigar, wouldn't you say?.

See, this is what you get in MY house for spilling paint in the garage.

DO. I. STUTTER ?

[Ziggy Stardust]

No good reference is lost on you :):up:

[Timbuk2]

I feed off the scraps that fall from your mighty table, Zig. :heart:

[Ziggy Stardust]

I do have the table manners of a pig :(

[Nessus]

Are you a giant? Their table manners are legendary!

[Ziggy Stardust]

That's nobody's business but the Turks.