I used to play a similar game to Torn. Back in 2000's . Very much like Torn but this was before any smartphone was available. In the Nokia 3310 was the best phone available. Lol. Anyway I was thinking the other day and I can't remember the name. The webpage where we played. The game was hosted. Had a blue background and was exactly like the layout of Torn.. cam anyone help me remember.. maybe you've played it. .
I used to play a similar game to Torn. Back in 2000's . Very much like Torn but this was before any smartphone was available. In the Nokia 3310 was the best phone available. Lol. Anyway I was thinking the other day and I can't remember the name. The webpage where we played. The game was hosted. Had a blue background and was exactly like the layout of Torn.. cam anyone help me remember.. maybe you've played it. .
I have had the same exact problem(s). First time I had it I switched to browser. It worked. Now even doing that, doesn't solve the issue. I know this is minor issue compared to what some might be experiencing. But thought i should log it. :-)
So I have had some issues with viewing received messages on the chat box. The newest messages are not showing in the box when opened but can see it in the main people chats. (All users) when I click to open chats I see the last message, when I open the chat they're not showing. Any advice?
Lohan is accustomed with city's such as Torn, having had some experience living in a similar city in his youth. Moving hadn't been something he'd ever contemplated long, knowing what depths the depravity of its inhabitants could reach..he hadn't known it before but there's had been a invisible tether. Something or someone unknown gently pulling him towards this destination. A cuckoo's calling, he climbed onto the nearest train heading who knows and stepping off into the city to search the streets. Who knows what's to be found...
"Thanks asshole!"Came the reply from the opening, rust knarled rear door off a black taxi, as he stepped out onto the pavement. The driver had looked as and smelled like he'd never left that seat. Moulded to it like lychen. Lohan Cutzer adjusted suit and tie heading for the stairs. Head held high, stride smooth. Superiority affirmed by the Street lights casting angelic features of chiseled jaw of a man used to Nightlife. His smile, however is always returned. Infectious almost. Spreading through the room as he makes his way towards the bar in a bee-line manner. Checking out the talent some would say.