If you ever come over here, look out for McSweens Traditional Haggis.
Also, celebrating by watching a few haggis related movies, such as Black Sheep and Local Hero (Two absolutely amazing films.)
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Vocalia said
I've never eaten Haggis before. It looks interesting and I wouldn't mind trying it. :)
Haggis is magical...
Vocalia said
Wat?Also, yes, I watch KLK.
Burns Night is a scottish holiday that celebrates the works of the poet Robert Burns... It's just another excuse to eat Haggis and drink whiskey... That was his "Address to a Haggis" poem. On Burns Night, you have to address your haggis before you can eat it, I just cooked Haggis, Tatties and Neeps (Neeps is mixed swede and turnips, mashed.) addressed and everything.
Burned my fucking thumb cooking the tatties.
Fish of Oblivion said
lolwut
It's Burns Night.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis.
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis.
The rubble from the room began to unsettle and shift as Kolinn began moving it with her mind. Picking it up and moving it, she crawled to freedom. "Wha..." she looked around. "Master...?" she asked, weakly. "Master...?" she then noticed that, over her was her masters robes. "Wha..." she panted. Her master must have left for help, leaving her under the rubble so that... Whoever was responsible for this, didn't find her. Getting up, she grabbed her arm. It was broken in several places. She seethed as she put her masters robe on, and fashioning a sling from the sleeve. "Master...?" she called once again. She then saw on the ground an unthinkable thing... Her masters Lightsaber. Picking it up, she looked it over. " Igniting its blue blade. "Why would you...?" she retracted the blade and made her way out of the room, she saw them, dead bodies everywhere... Jedi and Clones. 'Did the Seperatists attack again? A bold move, they must have got close with hijacked LAAT's.' she thought. Limping through them. But then passed the large blue corpse of one of the Jedi's Brute guards. Kneeling down, she examined the body. He wasn't killed by a Blaster... But by a Lightsaber. But wasn't Grievous dead? And the last of the Seperatists Lightsaber weilding forces with him? The news had only broke an hour ago... But he was supposedly killed on Utapau? there was no way he could have gotten from Utapau to here in that time. What the hell had happened. And the fact that most of the Clones had lightsaber wounds, and the way they were lying... Combined with how several of the other dead Jedi appeared to have died from blaster wounds... It almost looked as though the Clones and Jedi had been fighting one another.
She heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She hid behind a pillar as they passed. She watched as 3 clones walked down the corridor, each of them firing a single shot into the Jedi corpses as they passed. "Make sure they are dead." said the sergeant. Kolinns heart sank as she heard this. The Clones must have broke their programming and gone rogue. "I don't want to be the one to tell Lord Vader that we missed some." And who was this Lord Vader, she had never heard that name before. As they walked over the corpse of the Brute she had examined, and, using the force, activated the Brutes lightsaber, the green blades extended and were pulled towards her, cutting the clones off at the knees. Catching the double-ended lightsaber, she quickly silenced the clones, standing over their corpses, she seethed. "Damn you..." she whispered. Then remembered her masters words. "Anger leads to stupid" She needed to survive for the moment, and getting angry would make that job harder. She limped away from them, trying to find someone... Anyone to help. If she could reach one of the service hatches, she could get down into the sewers and escape that way.
She heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She hid behind a pillar as they passed. She watched as 3 clones walked down the corridor, each of them firing a single shot into the Jedi corpses as they passed. "Make sure they are dead." said the sergeant. Kolinns heart sank as she heard this. The Clones must have broke their programming and gone rogue. "I don't want to be the one to tell Lord Vader that we missed some." And who was this Lord Vader, she had never heard that name before. As they walked over the corpse of the Brute she had examined, and, using the force, activated the Brutes lightsaber, the green blades extended and were pulled towards her, cutting the clones off at the knees. Catching the double-ended lightsaber, she quickly silenced the clones, standing over their corpses, she seethed. "Damn you..." she whispered. Then remembered her masters words. "Anger leads to stupid" She needed to survive for the moment, and getting angry would make that job harder. She limped away from them, trying to find someone... Anyone to help. If she could reach one of the service hatches, she could get down into the sewers and escape that way.
Vocalia said
I know I'm late to the Kill La Kill bandwagon and all. :p
Oh, you're watching it now as well...
Necrosis said
So is my squad in a drop pod or on a valkyrie? In some older fluff sisters did have drop pods.On another note, I assume we can also do flash backs to the hanger to finish conversations.
Whichever you want, and if you want to do flashbacks, that's fine.
Sorry for taking so long. Anyway, forgive Karrina for not knowing much about the Imperiums Military, but I am trying to play her as fluff-friendly as possible. So... Don't take the Ultramarine comment as an insult... Hell, in certain sectors of Imperium Space (The parts that Space Marines barely ever tread) Space Marines are known only as Legend, in fact, many would argue black is blue that they do not even exist...
Lorinos IV
"GET BACK!!!" Karrina yelled as her Burst cannon cut another Cultist to pieces. "WE WILL NOT GIVE YOU SCUM A SINGLE INCH OF THIS CITY!!!" she screamed into the bloody tide, her Burst Cannon the only thing keeping them from flowing over her. But, it was steadily overheating, it would only be able to keep up another minute of fire, before it finally gave out. 'So, this is how it ends, crushed beneath a wave of heretics... Thank you for this death in your service, My Lord...' She thought as she was saved by a Rail-Cannon assisting her in her. She seethed in silence 'I see you test me, God Emperor, keep me alive to see if i will fold, but you will never see that, i will never give my heart, body or soul to anyone that is not you, my lord' her thoughts said, dancing within her skull, simultaneously ecstatic and terrified by her imminent death. Her Carbine shredding a Khornate Berzerker charging at her.
****
Above Lorinos IV
"All hands, prepare for drop. Thought for the Day: Doubt is a weakness only Heretics suffer from." said a loud, monotoned voice. As each of the Drop Pods were loaded into place, they were checked over by the techmarines aboard. "May the Emperor protect." they said, as each pod passed them. Viqtor's Sentinel marched across the hangar, straight towards the Valkyrie that Marcus and his Cadians were loading into. He looked over it. "This is an able beast you ride into battle. It shall serve us well." he said, as the sentinel backed into the box that would be taking him down to the battlefield. "May the Emperor protect us all." His Servitors followed him in.
Soon, the green lights across the hangar turned red and the entire ship shook as the drop-pods were fired towards their destination. The Valkyrie took off and grabbed the box, before heading down to the planet.
*********
Lorinos IV
Bashing a Bloodletter in the face, with the Burst-cannon, she took its head clean off with a shot from the carbine. "BASTARDS!!!" she roared at them. Before hearing the sound of screaaming... But not anything from a voice... Her eyes widened as she remembered an old story from her father.
"- they were magnificent... They called themselves the Ultramarines. As all hope seemed lost, they descended from the sky like a rain of Steel and glory. Their pods screamed as they fell, as though to emulate their enemies as they were crushed beneath them."
She heard her fathers words as she saw a drop-pod smash into the tide and it's doors open to reveal the giant warrior, Arthus. Followed by more and more, opening to reveal bolters, chainswords and screams of the Emperor's praise. Her face smiled as, for a moment, everyone seemed to forget what was happening, and merely watched the grand entrance of the Emperor's Finest. She turned on her comms and had to contain herself. "Wa... Warriors of the Greater Good... It appears that the Imperium of Man have come to our... Our aid..." she said. 'My Lord... I prayed for deliverance from Xeno's, and you have sent me your angels of death... Never shall you find me wanting again...' her mind seemed to sing. "FOR THE G-GREATER GOOD!!!" She had to stop herself screaming the praises of the God Emperor, as her Jet-Pack sent her careening into the air to begin aiding the warriors of the imperium.
The few Heretics that had made it over the walls were faced by the Fire-Warriors, naturally, they did not last long in open ground... Those who were lucky enough to survive long enough to look upwards, would see the surrogate guns of the incoming Valkyries and Storm Eagles cutting them down. The ships flew low and dropped their hangar doors, as well as several Tarantula-turrets, to allow the Hammers of the Emperor to drop and begin to do what they did best, purging Heretics. Viqtor's box opened to reveal his sentinel, the auto-cannon, opened fire, cutting through anything that dared stand against its blessed rounds. Viqtor laughed maniacally as it did. "HAHA!!! YOUR CORRUPTED FLESH IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE OMNISSIAH'S HOLY ARMOUR!!!" His Servitors easily handling the enemies close enough to attack at close range. One picked up a Cultist in it's Claws and crushed the life from it, the cultists torso poping like a squeezed balloon.
Karrina landed next to next to the large Terminator squad. before joining in their fire-fight. "Commander Karrina of the Local Gua-... Gue'Vesa... We thank you for your assistance, Ultramarines." she said.
"GET BACK!!!" Karrina yelled as her Burst cannon cut another Cultist to pieces. "WE WILL NOT GIVE YOU SCUM A SINGLE INCH OF THIS CITY!!!" she screamed into the bloody tide, her Burst Cannon the only thing keeping them from flowing over her. But, it was steadily overheating, it would only be able to keep up another minute of fire, before it finally gave out. 'So, this is how it ends, crushed beneath a wave of heretics... Thank you for this death in your service, My Lord...' She thought as she was saved by a Rail-Cannon assisting her in her. She seethed in silence 'I see you test me, God Emperor, keep me alive to see if i will fold, but you will never see that, i will never give my heart, body or soul to anyone that is not you, my lord' her thoughts said, dancing within her skull, simultaneously ecstatic and terrified by her imminent death. Her Carbine shredding a Khornate Berzerker charging at her.
****
Above Lorinos IV
"All hands, prepare for drop. Thought for the Day: Doubt is a weakness only Heretics suffer from." said a loud, monotoned voice. As each of the Drop Pods were loaded into place, they were checked over by the techmarines aboard. "May the Emperor protect." they said, as each pod passed them. Viqtor's Sentinel marched across the hangar, straight towards the Valkyrie that Marcus and his Cadians were loading into. He looked over it. "This is an able beast you ride into battle. It shall serve us well." he said, as the sentinel backed into the box that would be taking him down to the battlefield. "May the Emperor protect us all." His Servitors followed him in.
Soon, the green lights across the hangar turned red and the entire ship shook as the drop-pods were fired towards their destination. The Valkyrie took off and grabbed the box, before heading down to the planet.
*********
Lorinos IV
Bashing a Bloodletter in the face, with the Burst-cannon, she took its head clean off with a shot from the carbine. "BASTARDS!!!" she roared at them. Before hearing the sound of screaaming... But not anything from a voice... Her eyes widened as she remembered an old story from her father.
"- they were magnificent... They called themselves the Ultramarines. As all hope seemed lost, they descended from the sky like a rain of Steel and glory. Their pods screamed as they fell, as though to emulate their enemies as they were crushed beneath them."
She heard her fathers words as she saw a drop-pod smash into the tide and it's doors open to reveal the giant warrior, Arthus. Followed by more and more, opening to reveal bolters, chainswords and screams of the Emperor's praise. Her face smiled as, for a moment, everyone seemed to forget what was happening, and merely watched the grand entrance of the Emperor's Finest. She turned on her comms and had to contain herself. "Wa... Warriors of the Greater Good... It appears that the Imperium of Man have come to our... Our aid..." she said. 'My Lord... I prayed for deliverance from Xeno's, and you have sent me your angels of death... Never shall you find me wanting again...' her mind seemed to sing. "FOR THE G-GREATER GOOD!!!" She had to stop herself screaming the praises of the God Emperor, as her Jet-Pack sent her careening into the air to begin aiding the warriors of the imperium.
The few Heretics that had made it over the walls were faced by the Fire-Warriors, naturally, they did not last long in open ground... Those who were lucky enough to survive long enough to look upwards, would see the surrogate guns of the incoming Valkyries and Storm Eagles cutting them down. The ships flew low and dropped their hangar doors, as well as several Tarantula-turrets, to allow the Hammers of the Emperor to drop and begin to do what they did best, purging Heretics. Viqtor's box opened to reveal his sentinel, the auto-cannon, opened fire, cutting through anything that dared stand against its blessed rounds. Viqtor laughed maniacally as it did. "HAHA!!! YOUR CORRUPTED FLESH IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE OMNISSIAH'S HOLY ARMOUR!!!" His Servitors easily handling the enemies close enough to attack at close range. One picked up a Cultist in it's Claws and crushed the life from it, the cultists torso poping like a squeezed balloon.
Karrina landed next to next to the large Terminator squad. before joining in their fire-fight. "Commander Karrina of the Local Gua-... Gue'Vesa... We thank you for your assistance, Ultramarines." she said.
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