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So, as an American, what do I do when I need to choose between illegal immigration to Canada and dying in a civil war?
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Woo! Got the prick!
8 yrs ago
When you try to write an essay on climate change but it just degrades into angry rambling halfway through.
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Conquer it, conquer the bread.
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Up until today I've never had any trouble with my EUIV Japan games. Today I got stomped five times in a row before even uniting the country.
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I'm a weeaboo communist. Are you surprised?
EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.
EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.
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Our lord hath delivered to us the great gift of the update! Rejoice, followers of Mahz, for our redemption is upon us!
Woah... I mean, I have called myself a geek hipster before, but that was a joke about me watching really obscure anime.
> > The Patriarch, I will never understand you. Never.
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> > Also, someone needs to study your mind. I want to know what's going on in your brain.
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> Ten bucks on being a kid and just trying to label one's self differently while at the same time rejecting the old labels because "muh individuality".
I'll put twenty in the pot for that.
Seriously, you don't need to be "different". Is being a human being that has never been seen before and never will be again not good enough or something?
> Only keyguy can accept, so you'll have to wait for him.
_I'm the worst GM ever_
Peopleitrustpeopleitrustpeopleitrust...
Uhh...
DUCK AND DARKWOLF CAN ACCEPT THINGS NOW
> Has anybody looked at my CS ._.
Well, it's not big enough to be perfectly honest. If you had a really good premise then it would probably be okay, but...
Let's just say that I sense lolcats invading Earth for our cheezburgurz.
(You should have gone with a Red Dwarf reference. Keyguys dig Red Dwarf references.)
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11 yrs ago
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**Shōrino'ba, Bridge of the _Baguyoka_**
A muffled hiss could be heard, signaling the success of the undocking sequence. The dim blue glow of the bridge's tactical lighting illuminated the Na'brel house crest: an eagle soaring in the atmosphere of Orenjiro to signify the family's traditional control over the gas giant. Deck plates shook slightly as the engines lighted up, pushing the ship into a higher orbit and away from the fleet basing structure.
"All ships are reporting green status, we are prepared for jump to Outpost 12." Said the ship's navigator, turning his head to face the Deca-Commander.
"Jump!" yelled Deca-Commander Na'brel, standing up from her chair in a somewhat melodramatic way as was her usual style.
"Jumping!"
The space-time bubble generators of the five destroyers in the Deca-Commander's squadron activated, lifting them up into the fifth dimension. It took nearly two hours for the entire squadron to reach their destination, and the Deca-Commander took that time to research the local Baron's family. He happened to be the last of the Socals, an unfortunate child, to be sure. His parents had died in the First Battle of Shōrino'ba, leaving him as the only remaining Socal. He didn't own any land on the homeworld, and the outpost was all he had left (along with a battleship). To any other species, it would seem odd that the heir to the throne would be sent to protect such an insignificant outpost and man, but in the Abh military, nobody cared about your social status. All that mattered was your rank, because that was a reflection of your combat experience. Favoring nobles and royals would be illogical and dishonorable.
Though it felt like two hours for the crew, it was barely an instant in real space, with the squadron exiting into the battlefield almost exactly when they left for it. Immediately, they got to work. It was a pretty standard op: destroy the enemy.
**Outpost 12, Abh Fringe Space**
The beam impacted the outpost, cutting deep into it's walls. However, something unexpected happened. The entire asteroid it was on erupted in a massive explosion, throwing debris everywhere. They rained down on both fleets, one chunk smashed into another Abh destroyer, the shields overloading so heavily that the entire electrical system of the ship blew out, causing an substance fuel containment breach that resulted in both the debris and the ship erupting in an antimatter detonation. The largest chunk, however, impacted three Roman ships, crushing two entirely and leaving one disabled and leaking atmosphere.
Suddenly, five more ships emerged, their space-time bubble dissipating as their shields came online. A blast of antiprotons came from the bow of each one, striking multiple enemy frigates. The Baron's battleship opened fire with antiproton streamers, ripping deep into the hull of the alien command ship during the short window of opportunity. However, the momentum held by the Abh would be shattered by the alien missile barrage, which struck down the remaining mercenary ships. The shields of the Baron's ship started to glow brighter and brighter as they took hits, coming closer and closer to their breaking point.
**Outpost 12, Bridge of the Baguyoka**
"Alien vessels entering system! Assuming defensive formation, holding their fire!"
"Holding their fire?" Asked Deca-Commander Na'brel in disbelief "Why?"
"Ship profiles are completely unknown, I don't think they're the enemy!"
"Impossible! Another species? Open a channel! We can't let them hear from the enemy first!."
"Channel open, Deca-Commander!"
She stepped up out of her chair, the artificial gravity keeping her from tumbling every time the ship took a hit. Control was transferred to the secondary pilot (The commander usually controls destroyers). The cameras on the bridge turned to record her message, transmitting it to the newly arrived alien fleet.
"This is Deca-Commander Na'brel of the Eight World's Empire, you have trespassed into a battlefield and into the territory of the Socal house! Identify yourselves immediately, or at least send confirmation that you have recieved this message!"
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> Interesting fact: The Sakari speak goggle translate Russo-German combo.
Interesting fact: There are way too many interesting facts here
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> Interesting fact, the New Romans talk in latin.
Interesting fact: The Abh speak Google Translate Japanese
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"Even the great warriors of the North had to learn how to walk."
-Prophet of Urania Luca Leuscrybh
Imperial High Command, Shōrino'ba
The room was illuminated by an accurately colored hologram, the lights off to allow for the best viewing. It displayed a Roman Sicily-Class Frigate, which was identified as am "Alien destroyer" in the hologram. Four people sat around the circular table from which the hologram was being projected, three of them were the members of the High Command, and the fourth was wearing the iconic white and gold uniform of the Spaceborne Navy. A circular patch on her right shoulder (a relic from the early days of space exploration) displayed three chevrons and one star, identifying that she was a Deca-Commander. Her hair was a light blue, and trimmed into a bob cut, which was the traditional style for women in the Spaceborne Navy. Her ears were exceptionally long, with their points being about five inches from her head.
"This is an alien destroyer that I found while on watch in the Tala'rii system." Began the woman, reaching out to the hologram and touching it, zooming in on a large gash on the ship's hull. "As you can see, it was heavily damaged. Our scans showed no remaining lifesigns, so we came up alongside the ship. Two of my officers and I performed an EVA, and managed to cut through the docking port here."
Tapping what felt like a solid screen due to the repulsor beams used in tactile holograms, the woman focused the image back to it's original position, but now showed the interior of the vessel.
"Their design philosophy appears to be similar to ours, and the bridge was easily located. We recovered an alien computer core, which-as we suspected-runs on binary. Utilizing this basic similarity, we were able to access it's contents, and downloaded the entire contents onto our ship's computer. We can't understand the language, but we did manage to find multiple interesting images."
Swiping to the left and tapping the air, she ordered the hologram to display the image of some kind of exoskeleton.
"This is what we believe to be an enemy combat exoskeleton, similar to our Semarri-Types. However, there is a major oddity."
She tapped the hologram once more, revealing a complex system of electrodes and electrical wires running through it.
"That is a system that seems to be made to detect muscular movements, in short, the aliens do not use a neural link."
Everyone stared at the hologram with a confused look, but only one of them spoke: a dark-haired, dull-eared old man.
"Why do they not use neural interfaces?" He asked quizzically, one eyebrow raised.
"They do not have any method of interfacing, we recovered a corpse, and it had no seniichi."
At that point, everyone's mouth dropped open. They had been prepared to face even the most horrible monster, but they never expected that their enemy would be unable to naturally interface with computers. The Abh had only invented computers because their seniichi (natural silicon chips suspended at the end of a chain-like structure, growing from the back of the neck) resembled them, inspiring the inventor to create the first computer. It was believed that all species with computer technology could interface with it, but apparently, this was not true.
"There's more. Those who are equipped with these exoskeletons are genetically modified soldiers, meant to be stronger than any enemy. Astoundingly, these soldiers are just as strong as our own, despite being meant to be their elite. We found a file on their normal genetic makeup, and it turns out that they can't even bear three standard gravity units. They don't look frail, though. An average alien looks almost exactly the same as us, though their hair is oddly colored and their ears are round and flush to their skull. Our muscle density is much higher than theirs, with their bodies being pathetically inefficient. Apparently, if one of them eats too much, then a mass forms all around their body that can potentially kill them, just like animals do here. A civilized species should have evolved to have an adaptive metabolism, redirecting it towards muscle growth like us. In short, they are animals in the skin of a person."
"You mean we are genetically superior?" Said a woman with piercing red eyes that took all the attention away from her light blue hair and slightly drooping ears. Since the Abh had never encountered a civil rights problem based on genetics, nobody had any idea of the gravity of such a statement.
"Yes, we are extremely superior. It seems like we are simply better than the aliens in every way, physically and morally."
"Thank you for your service, Deca-Commander Na'brel." Said the same woman, bowing in respect.
"Anything for the Empire, Admiral Arluth." She replied, bowing in the same fashion. The lights turned back on as the hologram dissipated, and she walked out of the room with a businesslike composure. The moment the door closed, a loud exhale could be heard even inside of the conference room.
"That girl's going to make a good Empress." Said Admiral Arluth, clearly impressed by the Deca-Commander's ability to hide her nervousness."
Outpost 12, Abh Fringe Space
"You have got to be kidding me!" Yelled Baron Socal as his ship shook around him "The last territory that my family owns is under attack by aliens! And I'm the only person in my family!"
His ship was a Ryouta-Class Battleship, the only vessel he actually owned. The other four ships in his battlegroup were all mercenaries, mercenaries that he could only pay in room and board. The Socal house had always been small, but now it was just pathetic. Five ships going up against an alien strike force of ten didn't bode well, and soon the palace of the Socal house would be the captain's quarters of his ship.
Streams of antiproton particles leapt between the two fleets at relativistic speeds, smashing up against their respective shields. The first ship to go down was a Guyoka-Class Destroyer, which was anhilliated completely when its shield systems overloaded in the middle of an antiproton volley. The Baron's Ryouta-Class fired two antimatter torpedoes from it's railguns, one of which took down the shields of an enemy Sardinia Frigate. With it's hull exposed, the second torpedo hit, causing a massive detonation of all of its remaining missiles. The debris further impacted a Sicily Frigate, causing a localized shield hole and punching into the ships hull, causing a breach.
Desperately, the Baron sent a distress call. Though it was usually seen as a cowardly act, reinforcements were always sent, to do otherwise would be dishonorable (something much, much worse than being cowardly). The Romans would hear it, but not understand it, as neither species had been able to translate the other's language. To do so would take cooperation, something neither was willing to give.
"This is Baron Socal to any Imperial vessels! We're outnumbered two to one at Outpost 12, please send assistance!"
-Prophet of Urania Luca Leuscrybh
Imperial High Command, Shōrino'ba
The room was illuminated by an accurately colored hologram, the lights off to allow for the best viewing. It displayed a Roman Sicily-Class Frigate, which was identified as am "Alien destroyer" in the hologram. Four people sat around the circular table from which the hologram was being projected, three of them were the members of the High Command, and the fourth was wearing the iconic white and gold uniform of the Spaceborne Navy. A circular patch on her right shoulder (a relic from the early days of space exploration) displayed three chevrons and one star, identifying that she was a Deca-Commander. Her hair was a light blue, and trimmed into a bob cut, which was the traditional style for women in the Spaceborne Navy. Her ears were exceptionally long, with their points being about five inches from her head.
"This is an alien destroyer that I found while on watch in the Tala'rii system." Began the woman, reaching out to the hologram and touching it, zooming in on a large gash on the ship's hull. "As you can see, it was heavily damaged. Our scans showed no remaining lifesigns, so we came up alongside the ship. Two of my officers and I performed an EVA, and managed to cut through the docking port here."
Tapping what felt like a solid screen due to the repulsor beams used in tactile holograms, the woman focused the image back to it's original position, but now showed the interior of the vessel.
"Their design philosophy appears to be similar to ours, and the bridge was easily located. We recovered an alien computer core, which-as we suspected-runs on binary. Utilizing this basic similarity, we were able to access it's contents, and downloaded the entire contents onto our ship's computer. We can't understand the language, but we did manage to find multiple interesting images."
Swiping to the left and tapping the air, she ordered the hologram to display the image of some kind of exoskeleton.
"This is what we believe to be an enemy combat exoskeleton, similar to our Semarri-Types. However, there is a major oddity."
She tapped the hologram once more, revealing a complex system of electrodes and electrical wires running through it.
"That is a system that seems to be made to detect muscular movements, in short, the aliens do not use a neural link."
Everyone stared at the hologram with a confused look, but only one of them spoke: a dark-haired, dull-eared old man.
"Why do they not use neural interfaces?" He asked quizzically, one eyebrow raised.
"They do not have any method of interfacing, we recovered a corpse, and it had no seniichi."
At that point, everyone's mouth dropped open. They had been prepared to face even the most horrible monster, but they never expected that their enemy would be unable to naturally interface with computers. The Abh had only invented computers because their seniichi (natural silicon chips suspended at the end of a chain-like structure, growing from the back of the neck) resembled them, inspiring the inventor to create the first computer. It was believed that all species with computer technology could interface with it, but apparently, this was not true.
"There's more. Those who are equipped with these exoskeletons are genetically modified soldiers, meant to be stronger than any enemy. Astoundingly, these soldiers are just as strong as our own, despite being meant to be their elite. We found a file on their normal genetic makeup, and it turns out that they can't even bear three standard gravity units. They don't look frail, though. An average alien looks almost exactly the same as us, though their hair is oddly colored and their ears are round and flush to their skull. Our muscle density is much higher than theirs, with their bodies being pathetically inefficient. Apparently, if one of them eats too much, then a mass forms all around their body that can potentially kill them, just like animals do here. A civilized species should have evolved to have an adaptive metabolism, redirecting it towards muscle growth like us. In short, they are animals in the skin of a person."
"You mean we are genetically superior?" Said a woman with piercing red eyes that took all the attention away from her light blue hair and slightly drooping ears. Since the Abh had never encountered a civil rights problem based on genetics, nobody had any idea of the gravity of such a statement.
"Yes, we are extremely superior. It seems like we are simply better than the aliens in every way, physically and morally."
"Thank you for your service, Deca-Commander Na'brel." Said the same woman, bowing in respect.
"Anything for the Empire, Admiral Arluth." She replied, bowing in the same fashion. The lights turned back on as the hologram dissipated, and she walked out of the room with a businesslike composure. The moment the door closed, a loud exhale could be heard even inside of the conference room.
"That girl's going to make a good Empress." Said Admiral Arluth, clearly impressed by the Deca-Commander's ability to hide her nervousness."
Outpost 12, Abh Fringe Space
"You have got to be kidding me!" Yelled Baron Socal as his ship shook around him "The last territory that my family owns is under attack by aliens! And I'm the only person in my family!"
His ship was a Ryouta-Class Battleship, the only vessel he actually owned. The other four ships in his battlegroup were all mercenaries, mercenaries that he could only pay in room and board. The Socal house had always been small, but now it was just pathetic. Five ships going up against an alien strike force of ten didn't bode well, and soon the palace of the Socal house would be the captain's quarters of his ship.
Streams of antiproton particles leapt between the two fleets at relativistic speeds, smashing up against their respective shields. The first ship to go down was a Guyoka-Class Destroyer, which was anhilliated completely when its shield systems overloaded in the middle of an antiproton volley. The Baron's Ryouta-Class fired two antimatter torpedoes from it's railguns, one of which took down the shields of an enemy Sardinia Frigate. With it's hull exposed, the second torpedo hit, causing a massive detonation of all of its remaining missiles. The debris further impacted a Sicily Frigate, causing a localized shield hole and punching into the ships hull, causing a breach.
Desperately, the Baron sent a distress call. Though it was usually seen as a cowardly act, reinforcements were always sent, to do otherwise would be dishonorable (something much, much worse than being cowardly). The Romans would hear it, but not understand it, as neither species had been able to translate the other's language. To do so would take cooperation, something neither was willing to give.
"This is Baron Socal to any Imperial vessels! We're outnumbered two to one at Outpost 12, please send assistance!"
SilverWolfAngel said
Hi I'm totally new and jumping in the deep end.
That's how ya' do it!
You can't tell me what to do.
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Of course, the roleplay that I'm supposed to start happens to coincide with a completely full weekend and a poem i need to write in one afternoon with my absolute ignorance of the idea of rhyming.
Eh. I'll just get an F on that one.
Eh. I'll just get an F on that one.
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