Nexaduro

I guess you're right. You couldn't have paused just me...

... I... I just got drawn into a wikipedia article on cephalic disorders while researching fortune cookies... ... It's like a wave of fire shot through my eyes and into my brain, soul, and metaphorical heart. It's horrible. :cry: Seriously, not kidding, if you don't know what I'm talking about then DON'T FRICKING LOOK IT UP. No one should ever have to know about things like that, save to help the few who can be helped. EDIT: Actually, come to think of it, if a Mod wants to get rid of this feel free. Mentioning it will probably just lead to someone else crying into their lemon ices as well.

Ross having control of our resources makes me nervous. I mean, a 190kT carbon nanofibre pegleg for heaven's sake? Utter frivolity. Now, I'd like to request funding for my upcoming "Giant Telepathically-Controlled Mech of DOOM" project, please. I'll need 500kT for the psychic enhancement apparatus alone. :rolleyes: So... I'd like to ask why you guys left Jean and I back aboard the Kirov earlier... (I'm looking at you too, AI, when I said "pause" I didn't mean "let them get us maimed horribly.")

Only if you inhale the fumes... "MOVE TOWARDS THE SPAR-" "NO! Back, Twibies, back!" "We can't hold them off! Abandon pos- *gurk*" "Damnit! Stork is down! STORK, I'LL SAVE YA BUDDY!" *dives into crowd of sparkling fangirls, chainsaw at the ready*

Iey... have you been cackling maniacally over burning piles of Twilight posters again? Tsk tsk.

The figure holds out its left hand, palm up. An enchanting, singsong voice echoes through the corridor. "Little soldier, you have something of mine... What for you was an unwanted gift, is what I have sought forever... The Rose, Nighleena, and you may return..." A blink, and the hallway has disappeared. Everything has disappeared, save for the demonic figure. You stay on your feet, standing on the empty void, staying at the ready despite an omnipresent pull at your very soul. The voice of the figure is now sharply clear, ringing in your ears and in your mind. "It is a simple decision, what have you to lose? If you accept, a single cursed flower. If you defy me, everything."

(I haven't seen any leprechauns yet, and for a fantasy game set in Ireland that would be too far from the cliche to not have them... perhaps Joel would qualify?)

(Welcome, Das! Sorry if it's not too much of a coherent story, such things sometimes wander here. And Iey, looks like someone rebuilt that tavern. :)) Nighleena's blade slides through the ravens like mist, every blow parting one from its mortal coil. The cloud begins to thin... And you hear the clear tolling of bells through the turmoil. The whirling black of the fell birds, the ebony patches of visible night, and the shadows cast by the looming tower congeal into a single mass. A black hallways engulfs the warrior, dimly lit though disparate from light, and at the end stands the coal-eyed figure. It approaches, with footsteps sounding of the clack of talons. The red glow of its eyes grows stronger, and you see that they are occluded by a black, cracked mask spreading tendrils across the figure's face, seeming to seep into the skin. Feathers seem to sprout where the creeping fingers of obsidian end, as if in horrid fascisimile of a masquerader's colorful visage. The figure, now visible as vaguely feminine, stops a few feet away. Its burning eyes seem to trap you, the bloody darkness it projects encasing you as surely as the tide of a volcano does the town below.

Aw, too bad. Maybe that's why no one has done it yet. :blink: Anyways, may you someday be blessed by fortune enough to allow such an indulgence. :)

'Tis awesome, you have a real talent. :) Whatever happened to that NGS2 cosplay thingy you were going to do?

Iey, is that you in your avatar again?

They thought the same about SUE, but how did that work out? :-w

(Iey, are you on top of the buildings?) A sharp caw splits the air, and a red-eyed raven streaks down towards Nighleena. Its sharp beak narrowly misses her head, and it disappears among the shadows. Another shrieking call bursts forth, and suddenly a cloud of the black birds rises into view. As the glistening black whirlwind of claws, beaks, and obsidian plumage overtakes Nighleena, a ragged, humanoid silhouette with eyes of burning coal can be seen among the distant shadows of a bell tower.

Now the REAL question is... And you're Tyler. :-s

(Ok, I would post but I'm lost. Iey, where are you and Vixion's characters and what's going on?)

I strongly recommend you guys read this. I think that is a very well thought-out and realistic concept. You guys want to discuss based on it?

Well, there's free speech to be taken into account. Anyways, we should be above getting drawn into flame wars. Edel refuses to see our point so c'est la vie. If any post is OT for the Space thread, it can be removed as per usual. EDIT: Then why did you make it, Edel, save to provoke an argument like this?

ICU, actually, the America thing was me and Drake. Yeeeah... between Project Jormungand and SUE they were done for. Anyways, I'm gonna go ask someone to merge this with the Space thread.

I'm determined to bring Fallen Rising back about. It's a story, and it doesn't go in sessions, I think people were expecting a fast pace that I can't manage.

OKAY WHAT IN THE LIVING HELL IS GOING ON HERE. WHY WAS I JETTISONED INTO THE SUN. WHO BLEW UP THE UNITY. WHAT THE HELL.

Completely different, Edel. You don't play Space at all anyways. Please shutup about it now.

Edel, no one cares but you, Rocco, and Dedly because she has no computer. Maybe Vix? :blink:

My weapon is... this... Well, that or a cabinet full of hammers, knives, drills, screwdrivers, wrenches, and other DIY tools.

Rocco, you're cynicism is showing. :rolleyes: We're all enjoying ourselves a bunch, there are several new players, and the games are funner than ever. The world doesn't revolve around Hegemony.

Rocco, be nice. :P Anyways, if you ever get an email from "Shoppybag," don't touch it with a ten foot pole regardless of what it says. It's a phishing scam.