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Current "Þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg." - Deor.
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"Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance."
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Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
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"I think we got it, just three jackals, three grunts and an Elite Minor" He yelled back, turning the corner and firing off several shots from his DMR at one of the Jackals, who stumbled back under the impact, giving an open view of his right leg, which was promptly smashed by a DMR shot, forcing the Jackal to the floor as it hollered in pain. He fired off another shot, cracking its skull and ending its misery. He popped back into cover and checked the shots left in his clip. Four.
Enough for some grunts He popped out of the corner, taking aim quickly and firing. One, two. The grunts armour cracked and it fell down with a chilling squeal. He adjusted his aim and... Purple crystals and green orbs
"Oh shit..." He fired his last to shots wildly as he popped back towards his life saving wall, but was too slow to avoid the first of the hostiles shots. The green bolt hit his armoured chest and sent him stumbling. The plasma sizzled and he could feel its heat on his chest, but thankfully his now scarred chest plate held. He knew that much before looking, if it hadn't his innards would have been soup. His own shots had both been misses, as one might expect...
He heard a squeal from around the corner, and the distinctive panting sound of a panicking grunt. Sure enough, one had turned to rout out of fear, yelling "Imps!" as loud as he could. Then there was a sickening crack and the yelling stopped. The Elite had cracked the grunts skull with his plasma rifle, killing him to frighten the remaining members of the covenant lance into obedience. Apparently it worked, because the barrage of shots grew more ferocious...
One grunt, two Jackals, One Elite.
He removed the clip from his DMR, tossing it to the floor and loading in a new one, locking it. He yelled out an order "Corpsman, go check on McCoy. Private, help me take down this split jaw!" He called out, turning his head towards the alley and preparing another attack
Nevermind anyway, I just got my xbox one and can't be bothered to deal with a resurging ancient empire blah blah, Faust running around like a headless chicken because she can't stick with a course of action, or an invasion from some parallel dimension or something right now.

#Apathy
Duck, the physics you are using confuse me. How do you manipulate atoms in a manner other than with energy? Do they spawn electrons and protons out of nothingness?
Yeah... I wanna get to the Khorne Flakes already lol
Khorne Flakes come with free collectibles too, how many skulls have you collected for the skull throne?

Khorne's probably doing a little victory dance right now, no matter what happens he gets some free worship from all this
Keyguyperson said
Now that this is all over, another ridiculous series of events can happen.Then another one.And then things go back to normal, unless anyone else has crazy storyline ideas. Which you don't, because the current few storylines are too crazy to make any other storyline seem anything but normal.


Yes, please. Can I have a normal war for once, where a Goddess won't come in at the end to bail out my enemy? rofl
Report on the terraforming of World Invidia

Status: GREEN
Current Stage: Seven
Gravity rating: 4.5 times gravity of Triarius (4.5 times gravity of Triarius = Approximately 3.9375 times gravity of Earth)
Agricultural ranking estimate: F

Slip space

The ship came to a stop near the battle group, circling them. There was a short exchange between the ships and a message was transmitted back to high command. A half hour later, recovery units had arrived to fit new drives onto the damaged ships so that they could be returned to normal space. Upon hearing of the plight of the Overseer, a fleet of ships is to be assembled, with members of the Deuscidium, Psionics amplifiers and psionic beacons and 'holders'. Faust had to be eradicated for her crimes and for the danger she posed to the current universe and it's inhabitants.
It was laughable, in a way. The pathetic horses had to be hide behind an extra-dimensional being just to survive... sad, so sad.
duck55223 said
I had permission from Keyguy to do much worseAs in destroy a entire fleet entirely.


And then you wonder why I keep trying to kill the Equestrians and Faust...
Faust

"Praelatus meus, we are under attack by the Ceramus, weapons and evasive devices are are offline" A bridge officer reported
"Faust! A thousand hells await you!" The overseer yelled, smashing his fist off the holoterminal in front of him, overwatch appeared. Suddenly he had an idea, a dangerous one but an idea nonetheless "Overwatch, have the fleet divert all power to the interdimensional drive, emergency shift. Contact high command, submit an amputation verdict on Faust and the Ceramus invasion forces, mark the Ceramus as malignant."
"Affirmative."
The ships shields lowered as power was diverted, and they were impacted by enemy shells, explosions rippling with every hit... Then there was a bending around them, and they vanished. There was a sudden white flash, and then a tear appeared, crushing anything which entered it into a ball, and exerting a gravitational pull on nearby objects, ships and worlds, though not enough to force them inside it, it seemed

Secondary

"Praelatus meus, ships report damage, but we have not lost any... The power diversion drove up the drives and forced a hole in the universe, pushing us through as expected. The drives are fried, if we continue towards Triarius respective coordinates we will eventually meet up with allied ships."
"Affirmed, set the course."
WilsonTurner said
Pulling stuff out of my ass would be me using a god or goddess to shut off engines and weapons and stuff. *cough cough* .


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