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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

totally unrelated tangent

"YOU ARE OUR PROPERTY YOU SNIVELING DIPSHIT! WE OWN YOU!!"

Sorry. I will stop doing Morons on Twitter cut-away gags. Just.... I mean..... right?

@mdk

I don't understand this. Is she...a conservative saying that, or is she saying Hillary Clinton was entitled to their votes?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@POOHEAD189 Racists be racist. It is important we recognize that even though it alienates racists ;)

@Penny

mind = blown

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Calling all racism White Supremacy risks diluting the term, I'm not sure its technically inaccurate, I just don't know if it is rhetorically wise.

@Penny

I think that's one of the main problems with the liberal platform. A lot of the left has a lot of terms that are put into a broad brush and, like you said, are used in a way that isn't rhetorically wise, even if it's somewhat accurate. Which ironically #triggers non-left people. And then by the end of the day, nothing is really accomplished other than accusations on either side.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil couldn't help but give Sayeeda's smooth caramel back a look, noticing more than a few scars as well. She's making the 'professional' part of the professional partnership harder with half the shit she's pulling, he thought to himself, shaking his head. He then glanced Drake's way, seeing the man giving a hungry look himself. Neil snapped his fingers, drawing his gaze away, guiltily. The pilot shook his head, and then turned back when Sayeeda had a shirt on. As she went over to verbally beat the tied up runaway, Neil had on a face and mumbled. "_{She didn't save me any water did she?}"

He decided to just take a swig of his canteen, blinking and clearing his throat. That felt much better, though he could use a shower on the ship once they got this guy off planet. Needless to say, Neil's eyes were widened when Sayeeda began to move like a panther on instinct, cutting bonds and shoving them forward. "Hey, what's the big de-" He started, even as he ran. That was when he heard the whistling up ahead. "Shit."

Behind them, the trees cracked as the drop pods sheared through them and into the ground. He'd seen Terran commandos before, but never in combat, much less when using the actual drop pods. Neil just thanked whatever being that watched over them that he had his equipment still strapped to him. Another earth shaking explosion occurred, and he was flung to the ground with the two of them as Sayeeda threatened Drake.

"I don't know!" Drake exclaimed, shaken. His mouth started moving rapidly when he saw the gun in Sayeeda's hand. "Look, the only other person who knows I'm out here is Val-kan Hatcher!"

"What in the fuck are you talking about?" Neil piped in, unholstering his rifle and jerking his body to shift his prone position, giving him more room to fire at the commandos once they realized there was no one at camp. Drake looked between the two heavily armored mercs and just spat it out. "He found out what I was doing here and he's been funding my research. He might have tipped off the Terrans if that meant they'd get off his back but...they're here for multiple reasons but one reason is that my research is legitimate."

"And what exactly is this you're looking for?"

"It's hard to explain! I can show you where to go but-"

Shouts were heard in the distance. Shouts coming closer, it seemed like. Neil wasn't going to fire yet, but he didn't know if they'd pass the three of them by or not. The ground was somewhat soft, even from the lack of water on this old creek. There were various holes in it, and little, strange mollusks with thirteen appendages and two sections of the body, scuttled between each hole, feelers rubbing against the merc's skins.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

These past two weeks had been fraught with peril. From escaping the prison cart, to fighting their way out of Marienburg and the loss of Ricardo (Cyrdic had not asked Camilla what had befallen him), to booking passage on a ship and finding Ivan of all people, and finally the storm that had torn their sea-faring vessel asunder. It was said that Manann watched over Marienburg and all trade that left it. If their escaping the authorities had not brought upon his wrath, the Imperial hunter on-board the ship that had shot the Albatross out of the air certainly had. Any fool knew that the bird was favored by the Sea God. It wasn't another day before the waves grew larger than giants and crushed the ship as easily as Cyrdic could break a man's nose.

Now under the unrelenting sun, Cyrdic stood above the others on his perch at the mast, on the outside appearing tireless and vigilant. They didn't feel the dryness of his throat, or the worries in his head. He was glad for the small blessing of such a large piece of the boat drifting off, and of rain the other night, but another two days as they were and he felt they would be dead. The Imperial soldier also couldn't tell if it was a good thing or not that the skies were clear of any clouds. There wouldn't be another storm, but the unbearable heat would dehydrate them before long. Gods, this southern heat was hard on a man. He was already ruddy skinned from having to bear the sun on his expeditions and campaigns as a soldier in the North, but the heat was taking its toll on him.

He swallowed again, and took the smallest sip of his water jug to help him breathe, by Sigmar, as Camilla pulled the nets in and found a fish they could eat. Cyrdic let out a happy chuckle, and leaped down from the mast he was perched on to lope over to his lover. He'd felt she'd noticed there was a small rivalry between he and Ricardo, and Cyrdic had never known if she was put off about it or not. But such petty things had fled them (if they were even there) since they'd left the mainland. Though the heat could bring a short temper to everyone, if Ivan's uncharacteristic surely disposition was any indication.

"Ogh, did ve little flowere bring som veasting, egh?" Ivan grunted, pulling himself up to his proper, bearish height and looking over their shoulders as Camilla and Cyrdic began to prepare the small meal. He had found his horseman's gait very much accustomed to the swaying of the sea, oddly enough.

"Hough big is it?" Ivan asked impatiently, threatening to approach them and sending the entire raft onto its side. "Give us a moment," Cyrdic replied with a bit of his own impatience, giving Camilla room to work at the carcass with her knife. The small blood oozed onto the deck and off the planks, but it seemed what came next had been following them for awhile, as the blood had not even entered the water yet.

There was a bump against the bottom of the planks, and so intensely was Cyrdic looking at the fish that he almost did not notice until it was too late. A bit of net swaying along the side of the boat on the water surface, was suddenly seized from some force below, and tugged viciously. Parts of the net Cyrdic had been standing on tripped the muscled Ostlander, sending him down onto his back. He nearly lost his foot to a gaping maw, and on instinct the Imperial rolled away from the side of the ship to see three fins scything through the water.
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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

How much do you have to appreciate law and order before you're a nazi?

@mdk

Well I think once 'HEIL HITLER' starts getting thrown around, you're off the deep end.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Very, very true.

Descent into chaos

Bardeck was glad Ferthyr got the attention of the archer. With his shield he felt confident one on one with the bowman, but not with two of his companions bearing down on Bardeck's position. The muscled man backed up as the two men closed, one wielding a large, two handed sword, and the other with a shield and a flanged mace.

Bardeck felt the scrape of the sword run across his round-shield first, and decided to attack back with a thrust of his axe, the weapon fortunate enough to have a spike on the end of it to give it a spear-like quality when need be. He didn't hit anything with the thrust, but it caused the man to give him enough room to then block the mace wielder's strike. Bardeck spun, hacking back with his Axe blade but finding it blocked on the man's shield.

What followed was a furious melee between the three, the highwaymen attacking savagely and Bardeck doing his best to merely stay alive and find an opening. Ferthyr would hear chops and the clang of metal on metal from across the way. It was only when Bardeck managed to hook his Axe behind the leg of the mace wielder did he get any respite, tripping him to hit the ground. He then, with a roar, launched himself at the swordsman.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

He'd only been able to fire six rounds from his ARC gun after the initial three shots, so when he exited the bushes, he had his high-caliber revolver in his hand, the barrel smoking somewhat like Sayeeda's. "I can tell working together is going to be a hell of an experience." He commented, looking down at the corpses. Just from walking through the camp, he saw his boots were covered in red muck, and he let out a comical "ew" as if he'd stepped in what the dog dropped.

His mild disgust was quickly replaced with interest once he saw all of the dropped weaponry and supplies, as well as the ammo boxes near the crates on the northern edge of camp. He picked up a rifle, weighing it in his hands. It was a slug thrower gun, old but still useful, and therefore liable to sell. The other firearms on the ground looked to be las-weaponry, as well as more slug thrower autoguns like the one in his hands. He tossed Sayeeda the autogun. "Looks like these guys won't be needing this shit anymore. Gun running does sound like a good idea."

He turned to look at the transports. "Or those. Not that I suggest we make two trips for the vehicles, but..."

"So, who are you two?" the tied up Prisoner asked, having strained against his bonds until he had given up any hopes of escape, now conceding he was at the mercy of these newcomers. "You some of Hatcher's guns or what?" Neil turned to look at him as if he'd forgotten he was even there. "Dude, we're in the middle of a conversation." Neil's matter of fact words had the prisoner hesitating, confused. Once the guy didn't continue to speak, Neil used the silence to add in something else. "The real question is, who are you. Because if you're someone important, we'll take you back to the city. But if not..."

"Drake Ferenhall." The man said quickly, which caused Neil to nod as if he had expected it all along. "Now how does that work?" the pilot asked, approaching Drake and gesturing with his gun. "Did you get Ferenhall from your mother? It's not the same name as Gorlan's." That statement drew any response from Ferenhall to a stop, fear in his eyes as he swallowed his dry throat. "You...work for my father?"

"Just this once. Now it's time to pack up your bags."

"Please. You don't understand." Drake began to explain. He shook his head, pleading. "This world has ancient technology like you wouldn't believe. I-..." His eyes flew wildly between Neil and Sayeeda. "I-I can share it with you. Escort me and we can go and become rich beyond your dreams!"

Neil glanced Sayeeda's way. He didn't exactly want to risk Drake's life without a good reason, because that could very well mean the Highlander would not be given to them. But it was Sayeeda's call. Neil was nothing, if not a risk taker.
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