Hank

I don't need you twats to validate me.

most useless twat on this forum by far

Tell me I'm a pretty bird

Drakel said
I'll take that as a compliment.

Lol thank you... you can't tell but for both the Avi & sig put together I put in exactly 50 stars to make it.

It somewhat is? I just haven't seen that kind of MS Paint artistry since I was 12.

Tell me I'm perdy

Raxacoricofallapatorius said
Don't tell me how to live my life.

Tell me I'm a pretty bird

Drakel, your set has to be the most 90's thing I have seen all week. Jesus.

Tell me I'm perdy

Now try one without making a dumb face.

Mass Effect: Wanted

The weekend is, indeed, a bit of a weak spot for me. At any rate, I've posted something that might get the ball going (or at the very least provide a starting point for a conversation).

Mass Effect: Wanted

Aran listened carefully to everything Tanya had to say. Truth be told, the bravado oozing from her words worried the turian slightly. People with outrageous plans like this usually didn't have a very long life expectancy in this corner of the galaxy, especially not when going up against goliaths like Siame Industries, but on the other hand... she did sound a little like she knew what she was doing. At least she had the good sense to call this meeting before doing anything rash on her own. Aran considered seeking aid from more experienced individuals to be the first sign of intelligence, which is why he was never quick to dismiss any potential clients as stupid. They came to him, after all. And Tanya certainly didn't strike him as stupid.

He decided to shelve his worries about her as a person for the moment and instead turned his mind to the actual plan of action. Stealing a ship from a starport wasn't the most incredulous of ideas. It seemed viable, especially after Aran took another look around the room -- many of the people gathered here looked exceedingly dangerous and very capable of handling themselves in a shootout. He remembered Mark Russo's name from a few years ago. The turian and the human had brokered jobs a few times, with Aran acting as the middle man between organizations or gangs that stood to profit from a little organized havoc, and mister Russo himself. The human had returned the favor once or twice by taking out individuals that Aran considered a liability to his operation. He could be trusted to get the job done, and Aran assumed that he wasn't the only one in the room.

With the more physical side of the affair put to rest in his mind, Aran considered the technological challenges that had to be faced. Keeping the station under lockdown and the support ships in the dark... definitely possible. The trick was getting Aran to the appropriate consoles. High-level command stations had a tendency of being untethered from the rest of the digital infrastructure to avoid being hacked remotely, so he'd have to be there in person. Aran detested the thought, but if he could get an escort, he wouldn't have to do any of the fighting to get there himself. He looked at Mark Russo again, thinking it over for a few seconds, before clearing his throat and speaking up.

"You have my interest," Aran began. "And my support. If you get me to the station security command center, I'll keep the station on lockdown and any support gunships off our backs. However," he continued, and wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, "I'm going to need some help." He looked at Mark Russo again, meeting the human's eyes this time. "Some of you may know me as Sleuth. I'm a hacker and damn good at what I do. What I don't do, however, is fighting. So if any of you ladies or gentlemen would be so kind to... ah, escort me, that'd be most appreciated." Aran drummed the three fingers of his left hand on the tabletop and looked over to the crate of equipment in the corner of the room. "And someone needs to carry that to the hangar," he added with a vague wave in the direction of his belongings. He looked at the rest of the group, hoping these people would acknowledge the importance of helping him do his job. If they could keep any scorn for his physical frailty out of it at the same time, that'd be even better.

Mass Effect: Wanted

Works for me. I left possibilities like that open in my post by having Aran recognize some of the names on the list of attendees; mister Russo could definitely have been among them.

Mass Effect: Wanted

Having read the plan of action again, I think Aran's most useful in keeping the station locked down and the enemy support ships in the dark. He's going to need one or two guns and associated trigger-fingers to get him to the lockdown and comm systems. Volunteers?

2014 World Cup thread

idlehands said
Costa Rica went down swinging. That Dutch goalie was a douche but he got the job done.

He played his role well. Brought on at the last minute like some kind of specialized penalty-stopping machine, easily the biggest man on the pitch (two inches taller than our main keeper) and then he confidently swaggers to his goal and tells the Costa Ricans he knows where they're gonna shoot. You could see the last Costa Rican's hands shaking when he put the ball down to take his penalty. He was scared out of his mind. It was brilliant.