taalismn wrote:Dana's reading her fashion magazine on the Liberty Re-Contact Mission, paging through the glossy when suddenly she stops, her eyes almost popping out... "Oh.My.God." (shot over her shoulder; it's a centerfold shot of ' Barbados---Ladies of GMP Style', featuring a reclining Nova Satori wearing what looks like only the black harness/web belting portion of her GMP uniform..and a smile) Dana: (her voice squeaking)"How. Why. When. What Was She Thinking."
(meanwhile on the ground, Nova suddenly has a fit of sneezing)
Dana will never let her live that down. EVER.
Fredericks: "Satori. My Office. NOW!"
Scene opens with Bowie Grant being shaken by Dana, a small trickle of blood from both his nostrils and eyes spiraling after he's glanced at Dana's magazine. Dana Sterling; "Snap outa it Bowie! I know she's eminantly (censored) but your (PG-13) will freeze off if you take it anywhere within a parsec of that (blacked out for public good). Wake up kid!"
Angelo Dante watching from doorway to gunnery deck; "I have never been so turned on in my entire life till this moment. Never knew she could curse that well...and in English, Japanese and Zentraedi too."
Louis Nichols (dead pan, reading technical journal); "Obviously mating season now. Only explanation..."
The Robotech Masters... "The situation has become untenable...We will give the micronians one last chance to see reason and surrender to our demands...Then we must criush them.." "Agreed...(turning to a tech-clone) Establish a communications link to the micronian military command." "At once, milord!" (tapclicktap) "Contact established..." "....hello, you have reached the offices of Field Marshal Leonard. If you need to contact him on military matters, please push '1', if it is a political matter, push '2', if it is a private matter, push '3', if it is a galactic crisis, push '4', if you just wish to %%%% and whine about his policies, push '5', otherwise, or if you do not have a push-tone communciations device, please remain on the line and the next available operator will attend to you....BEEP..(music starts up)..." "1" (tak) "...due to the current ongoing state of martial law, our phone lines are currently busy; please wait and the next available operator will attend to you..." (several hours later of being bounced around and being put on hold...the Masters are looking really miffed; one's tapping his fingers in frustration on the Protoculture Cap, while behind him one of the others is nodding his head and tapping his foot to the tune of "The Girl From Impanema"...the tech-clones just look dead on their feet...) "...Hello, this is Field Marshal Anatole Leonard!---" (the Tirolians perk up...FINALLY!) "...I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now, but if you'll leave your name, number, and a short message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can! *BEEP*--" "We are the Robotech Masters! THis is an ultimatum! You have--" *BEEP* "ARGGGHHH!!!!" "Just override their communications net!" "We can't, milord...we used up all our comm-energy hours on 'hold'..." "TRIPLE-ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:The Robotech Masters... "The situation has become untenable...We will give the micronians one last chance to see reason and surrender to our demands...Then we must criush them.." "Agreed...(turning to a tech-clone) Establish a communications link to the micronian military command." "At once, milord!" (tapclicktap) "Contact established..." "....hello, you have reached the offices of Field Marshal Leonard. If you need to contact him on military matters, please push '1', if it is a political matter, push '2', if it is a private matter, push '3', if it is a galactic crisis, push '4', if you just wish to %%%% and whine about his policies, push '5', otherwise, or if you do not have a push-tone communciations device, please remain on the line and the next available operator will attend to you....BEEP..(music starts up)..." "1" (tak) "...due to the current ongoing state of martial law, our phone lines are currently busy; please wait and the next available operator will attend to you..." (several hours later of being bounced around and being put on hold...the Masters are looking really miffed; one's tapping his fingers in frustration on the Protoculture Cap, while behind him one of the others is nodding his head and tapping his foot to the tune of "The Girl From Impanema"...the tech-clones just look dead on their feet...) "...Hello, this is Field Marshal Anatole Leonard!---" (the Tirolians perk up...FINALLY!) "...I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now, but if you'll leave your name, number, and a short message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can! *BEEP*--" "We are the Robotech Masters! THis is an ultimatum! You have--" *BEEP* "ARGGGHHH!!!!" "Just override their communications net!" "We can't, milord...we used up all our comm-energy hours on 'hold'..." "TRIPLE-ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"
The Invid Regis is looking over a ranked group of Gurab, when she stops and looks at one... #No. I May Tolerate A Certain Degree of This Behavior From My Elite, But I Will NOT in the Lower Castes. Remove Those Aberrations!# The last Gurab with the yellow lightning stripe paint job and twin whip anttennae slumps dejectedly and shambles back to the hangar bays...
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:The Invid Regis is looking over a ranked group of Gurab, when she stops and looks at one... #No. I May Tolerate A Certain Degree of This Behavior From My Elite, But I Will NOT in the Lower Castes. Remove Those Aberrations!# The last Gurab with the yellow lightning stripe paint job and twin whip anttennae slumps dejectedly and shambles back to the hangar bays...
Nova Satori and Dennis Brown on their first date... They're sitting at a table in a dimly lit room, the light shining on them...though more on Dennis... Nova: "Tell me about yourself!" Dennis: "What would you like to know?" Nova: "What were you doing last night?" Dennis: "...?...I was in my barracks office, filling out ammunition requestion forms...Why?" Nova:(looking down behind a sheet in her hand)"...Oh, nothing...Tell me about your folks? Their names?" Dennis: "My folks? Alfred and Melissa Brown....they died eight years ago...not much I can add there..." Nova: (looking down again)"...right...moving along!...Who was the last woman you had intimacy with?" Dennis: (suddenly looking concerned)" What?! Nova, is this a date or an interrogation?!" Nova: "Oops...oh, sorry, Dennis...force of habit I'm afraid, old habits die hard....Can we start over?" Dennis: (shaking his head, before facepalming) "This is going to take some getting used to..." (since he's massaging his brow, he doesn't see Nova quickly switch their drinks, and pour his, sodium penothal-laced, into the plants behind them)
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Nova Satori and Dennis Brown on their first date... They're sitting at a table in a dimly lit room, the light shining on them...though more on Dennis... Nova: "Tell me about yourself!" Dennis: "What would you like to know?" Nova: "What were you doing last night?" Dennis: "...?...I was in my barracks office, filling out ammunition requestion forms...Why?" Nova:(looking down behind a sheet in her hand)"...Oh, nothing...Tell me about your folks? Their names?" Dennis: "My folks? Alfred and Melissa Brown....they died eight years ago...not much I can add there..." Nova: (looking down again)"...right...moving along!...Who was the last woman you had intimacy with?" Dennis: (suddenly looking concerned)" What?! Nova, is this a date or an interrogation?!" Nova: "Oops...oh, sorry, Dennis...force of habit I'm afraid, old habits die hard....Can we start over?" Dennis: (shaking his head, before facepalming) "This is going to take some getting used to..." (since he's massaging his brow, he doesn't see Nova quickly switch their drinks, and pour his, sodium penothal-laced, into the plants behind them)
taalismn wrote:The Invid Regis is looking over a ranked group of Gurab, when she stops and looks at one... #No. I May Tolerate A Certain Degree of This Behavior From My Elite, But I Will NOT in the Lower Castes. Remove Those Aberrations!# The last Gurab with the yellow lightning stripe paint job and twin whip anttennae slumps dejectedly and shambles back to the hangar bays...
one Gurab in the back waits for the Regis to leave, then with an exaggerated swip of the back of it's claw across it's carapace, pulls out the pair of Kamina sunglasses it was hiding behind it's back in the other claw, and attaches them over it's sensor eye. then tromps off to find where it put it's red cape...
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taalismn wrote:The Invid Regis is looking over a ranked group of Gurab, when she stops and looks at one... #No. I May Tolerate A Certain Degree of This Behavior From My Elite, But I Will NOT in the Lower Castes. Remove Those Aberrations!# The last Gurab with the yellow lightning stripe paint job and twin whip anttennae slumps dejectedly and shambles back to the hangar bays...
glitterboy2098 wrote:one Gurab in the back waits for the Regis to leave, then with an exaggerated swip of the back of it's claw across it's carapace, pulls out the pair of Kamina sunglasses it was hiding behind it's back in the other claw, and attaches them over it's sensor eye. then tromps off to find where it put it's red cape...
May you be blessed with the ability to change course when you are off the mark.
Each question should be give the canon answer 1st, then you can proclaim your house rules.
Reading and writing (literacy) is how people on BBS interact.
Shot of the interior bay of a Mollusc transport, filled with Armed Scouts ready to go....all the same, carbon-copy duplicates of Invid lethality... Except for the one with the Mustang musclecar-style air intake on its back, and the set of dragster 'flare pipes' sticking out from its sides...
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
Shot of the interior bay of a Mollusc transport, filled with Armed Scouts ready to go....all the same, carbon-copy duplicates of Invid lethality... Except for the one with the Mustang musclecar-style air intake on its back, and the set of dragster 'flare pipes' sticking out from its sides...
The Liberty Contact mission again... Brown: "That red bioroid! He's coming right at us!" Marie: "Evade him!" Brown: "We can't shake him! He's...he's pulling right along side of us! He's not firing...What the hell?!" Bowie: "I'm getting a short raneg signal! It's from the bioroid!" Marie: "What's he saying?" Bowie: "...you better hear this..." Zor Prime: "...You are in violation of ISTT Safety Regulations Numbers 8431 and 9748! You do not have a properly functioning starboard turn signal! Pull over now and prepare to present your operator's license and registration!..." Marie: (looks at Brown)"I thought you had that damn thing fixed!" Brown: "I thought so too!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:The Liberty Contact mission again... Brown: "That red bioroid! He's coming right at us!" Marie: "Evade him!" Brown: "We can't shake him! He's...he's pulling right along side of us! He's not firing...What the hell?!" Bowie: "I'm getting a short raneg signal! It's from the bioroid!" Marie: "What's he saying?" Bowie: "...you better hear this..." Zor Prime: "...You are in violation of ISTT Safety Regulations Numbers 8431 and 9748! You do not have a properly functioning starboard turn signal! Pull over now and prepare to present your operator's license and registration!..." Marie: (looks at Brown)"I thought you had that damn thing fixed!" Brown: "I thought so too!"
taalismn wrote:The Liberty Contact mission again... Brown: "That red bioroid! He's coming right at us!" Marie: "Evade him!" Brown: "We can't shake him! He's...he's pulling right along side of us! He's not firing...What the hell?!" Bowie: "I'm getting a short raneg signal! It's from the bioroid!" Marie: "What's he saying?" Bowie: "...you better hear this..." Zor Prime: "...You are in violation of ISTT Safety Regulations Numbers 8431 and 9748! You do not have a properly functioning starboard turn signal! Pull over now and prepare to present your operator's license and registration!..." Marie: (looks at Brown)"I thought you had that damn thing fixed!" Brown: "I thought so too!"
let your YES be YES and your NO be NO but plz no maybe
Shot of a street in Monument City...There's a Civil Defense Bioroid standing on a steet corner, standing over two Blue Bioroids that are sitting on the curb somehow looking resigned and disgruntled, while in the back a TCH-10 Hauler is towing away a Hovercraft, while another one's being hooked up to another hauler...We can see the CDC UNicorn's writing out a bunch of tickets, and there's a large sign near them: SCHOOL ZONE: SPEED LIMIT 15MPH
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Shot of a street in Monument City...There's a Civil Defense Bioroid standing on a steet corner, standing over two Blue Bioroids that are sitting on the curb somehow looking resigned and disgruntled, while in the back a TCH-10 Hauler is towing away a Hovercraft, while another one's being hooked up to another hauler...We can see the CDC UNicorn's writing out a bunch of tickets, and there's a large sign near them: SCHOOL ZONE: SPEED LIMIT 15MPH
Clone Tech: "Masters...there's an incoming message from Zor Prime's cerebral transmitter!" Masters: "He's early...What does he have to report?" CT: "He sez he's in jail...wants somebody to come bail him out...Sez he doesn't think he can hold off his cellmate...somebody called 'Bubba'....much longer...." Masters: "THat's ALL?! Tell him he's on his own until he comes up with something IMPORTANT!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Clone Tech: "Masters...there's an incoming message from Zor Prime's cerebral transmitter!" Masters: "He's early...What does he have to report?" CT: "He sez he's in jail...wants somebody to come bail him out...Sez he doesn't think he can hold off his cellmate...somebody called 'Bubba'....much longer...." Masters: "THat's ALL?! Tell him he's on his own until he comes up with something IMPORTANT!"
Zor Prime's in GMP custody, in the typical 'good lucking alien getting probed by the heartless authorities' scene:
ZP: "AAAARRRRoooghhhhhhhh!!!!" GMP Intern: "But I haven't DONE anything yet!" GMP Officer: "OKay, so you're fond of melodramatics, are you, alien? Well, we'll see how you like it when we get tough! Bring out...the COMFY CHAIR!" GMP INtern: "No, not the Comfy Chair!" ZP: "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Zor Prime's in GMP custody, in the typical 'good lucking alien getting probed by the heartless authorities' scene:
ZP: "AAAARRRRoooghhhhhhhh!!!!" GMP Intern: "But I haven't DONE anything yet!" GMP Officer: "OKay, so you're fond of melodramatics, are you, alien? Well, we'll see how you like it when we get tough! Bring out...the COMFY CHAIR!" GMP INtern: "No, not the Comfy Chair!" ZP: "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Zor Prime: "GYYAAAHHHHzzzzzzzzzzizzzzllllllleeeee....." GMP INtern: "Oops...." GMP Officer: "What do you mean, 'Oops'?!" Intern: "Applied the wrong electrodes to the prisoner...those weren't diagnostic sensors." Officer: "You don't mean..." Intern: "Yeah, the glowing skeleton through the skin was sort of a dead giveaway, wasn't it?" Intercom: "Security here...we just had a power black out throughout the whole building...you folks doing something up there we should know about?" Officer: "No! We're fine!(cuts intercom) Get the dust scooper...we say NOTHING of this, understand?"
Meanwhile, aboard the Masters' ship: "DAMN! We lost ANOTHER Zor clone!" "Decant another one, and let's figure out another way to sneak him in among the humans!" "*..groan..*."
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Zor Prime: "GYYAAAHHHHzzzzzzzzzzizzzzllllllleeeee....." GMP INtern: "Oops...." GMP Officer: "What do you mean, 'Oops'?!" Intern: "Applied the wrong electrodes to the prisoner...those weren't diagnostic sensors." Officer: "You don't mean..." Intern: "Yeah, the glowing skeleton through the skin was sort of a dead giveaway, wasn't it?" Intercom: "Security here...we just had a power black out throughout the whole building...you folks doing something up there we should know about?" Officer: "No! We're fine!(cuts intercom) Get the dust scooper...we say NOTHING of this, understand?"
Meanwhile, aboard the Masters' ship: "DAMN! We lost ANOTHER Zor clone!" "Decant another one, and let's figure out another way to sneak him in among the humans!" "*..groan..*."
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
*a new pop act comes to town, featuring a blue haired singer that wears a glitter suit and fedora, and one glitter glove*
Zor singing
Michael Jackson
in his THRILLER Tour 2025"
*unfortunately the only people that showed up are the GMP, to get themselves another iteration subject*
*in the mother ship, the masters talking* "why didn't it work?" "our research showed this Jackson is a icon of their culture" "he should of ben welcomed with open arms"
*a scientist clone walks in and lays something on the master's mushroom and quickly retreats from the room* *the nearest master picks it up and reads it* "says here this jackson fell out of favor over 30 of their years ago and became a reclusive pervert." *the master looks at the other two... and one others speaks up* "didn't we get the original informations while we were traveling here from intercepted comm signals?"
May you be blessed with the ability to change course when you are off the mark.
Each question should be give the canon answer 1st, then you can proclaim your house rules.
Reading and writing (literacy) is how people on BBS interact.
"HI! I'm Michael Jackson, here to kick off my new world tour for pea--" *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* "SOMEBODY WANNA GET MORE MORE CLIPS HERE!!!!???It'S STILL MOVING!!!!" "No, it's not...wait...my-god-...its nose is still -alive-!!!" "PLATOON FIRE!!!!" *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM **BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* ..... ..... "Think that did it." "I'm calling in an air strike, just to be sure." "Make that two air strikes." "That wasn't human, that's for sure." "Fine. calling in artillery too..." "See if you can't get an Evangelion unit over here too! Maybe an AT-Field and a Lance will make sure of it!" "Wrong thread, Zwicker..." "Oops, sorry!" "Get a Combat Engineering team up here as well; we got a Fourth Wall Breach too."
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
Umm.... I don't know what to make of THAT, my friend. Although, I'm glad that M.J. is gone from here. *Picks up a shovel* Now, let's get rid of the evidence.
Signed, Rathorc Lemenger.
I've created a monster.-Taalismn. Believe in the unbelieveable, and you shall become known to the unknown-Rathorc Lemenger It is well documented that for every minute you excercise, you add a minute to your life. This enables you, at 85 years of age, to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5,000 per month-An anonymous family member of Rathorc Lemenger.
Rathorc Lemenger wrote:Umm.... I don't know what to make of THAT, my friend. Although, I'm glad that M.J. is gone from here. *Picks up a shovel* Now, let's get rid of the evidence.
Signed, Rathorc Lemenger.
Well...be glad(or afraid) that post-Rain of Death, the critics got greater access to high-level firepower.... Sadly, this did NOT stop the production of 'Revenge of the Martian Mystery Women' or its distribution, though as childrens' (and battle-fatigued soldiers') entertainment it wasn't all that bad....just poorly promoted... Oddly enough, outside the rigorously controlled news and entertainment networks of the UEEF, the best films, especially documentaries, began coming from independent Tirolian filmmakers, who were rediscovering what a free and open media was after centuries of Masters' control... But as Rand would tell you, the REAL masterpieces of human film entertainment continued to be those precious pre-Rain copies, lovingly preserved, restored, copied, and shown to select audiences by the informal network of afficionados...
THough, it is claimed, some of them made deliberate efforts to ELIMINATE certain artists and films from the cultural record....
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:"HI! I'm Michael Jackson, here to kick off my new world tour for pea--" *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* "SOMEBODY WANNA GET MORE MORE CLIPS HERE!!!!???It'S STILL MOVING!!!!" "No, it's not...wait...my-god-...its nose is still -alive-!!!" "PLATOON FIRE!!!!" *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM **BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* (click)#SWITCH#(click) *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM* ..... ..... "Think that did it." "I'm calling in an air strike, just to be sure." "Make that two air strikes." "That wasn't human, that's for sure." "Fine. calling in artillery too..." "See if you can't get an Evangelion unit over here too! Maybe an AT-Field and a Lance will make sure of it!" "Wrong thread, Zwicker..." "Oops, sorry!" "Get a Combat Engineering team up here as well; we got a Fourth Wall Breach too."
LMAO!!!! That one was funny. Too bad they didn't actually use an orbital strike from one of those Zentraedi cruisers who are now part of the UEEF. Now that would have been a funny ending!
"Your Grace," she said, "I have only one question. Do you wish this man crippled or dead?"
"My Lady," the protector of Grayson told his Champion, "I do not wish him to leave this chamber alive."
Paris Hilton: (nervously looking at the Destroid squad, IN their mecha, in the back row of the concert area)"Ah...the cigarette smoke's too much in here...yeah, that's the ticket! I can't perform here!"
...and then she discovers Minmei's had the exits blocked from the outside...
Yep....stardom's an ugly business...
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Paris Hilton: (nervously looking at the Destroid squad, IN their mecha, in the back row of the concert area)"Ah...the cigarette smoke's too much in here...yeah, that's the ticket! I can't perform here!"
...and then she discovers Minmei's had the exits blocked from the outside...
Backstage at Robotech: The New Generation.... Shot of sand dunes.... Desert Division squad in their bunker... "Hello! Hello! .....WE're still here, ready to fend off the ravening alien hordes! Come on and get some you aliens!" "...Ah, Doug...I think they forgot about us...." "You think?" "WE HAVE been out here for the past five years and nobody's come to attack this vital strategic sand dune..." "Aw shucks! You mean we've been on red alert for FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS and nobody noticed?!" "..'fraid so..." "...Nobody cared enough to tell us the enemy wasn't coming out here?!" "...seems that way..." "...aw mannnnn....What we do now?" "Stand down, maybe?" "But who'll protect this sand dune?" "Good question...we could wait a little longer...maybe reinforcements are just slow in coming..." "FIVE YEARS LATE in coming?!" "...remember how long it took them to ship us a new air conditioner?" "...We could wait a little longer..."
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Backstage at Robotech: The New Generation.... Shot of sand dunes.... Desert Division squad in their bunker... "Hello! Hello! .....WE're still here, ready to fend off the ravening alien hordes! Come on and get some you aliens!" "...Ah, Doug...I think they forgot about us...." "You think?" "WE HAVE been out here for the past five years and nobody's come to attack this vital strategic sand dune..." "Aw shucks! You mean we've been on red alert for FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS and nobody noticed?!" "..'fraid so..." "...Nobody cared enough to tell us the enemy wasn't coming out here?!" "...seems that way..." "...aw mannnnn....What we do now?" "Stand down, maybe?" "But who'll protect this sand dune?" "Good question...we could wait a little longer...maybe reinforcements are just slow in coming..." "FIVE YEARS LATE in coming?!" "...remember how long it took them to ship us a new air conditioner?" "...We could wait a little longer..."
You know, they don't even know that the Invid have already invaded and tooken over. Sad really.
ROFLMAO!!! Those were great! Please keep them coming! Hopefully those Zentraedi particle cannons could strike again to take care of more pesky problem stars.
"Your Grace," she said, "I have only one question. Do you wish this man crippled or dead?"
"My Lady," the protector of Grayson told his Champion, "I do not wish him to leave this chamber alive."
The 15th is duking it out with Zor Prime and a squadron of bioroids, and not doing so well... The Red Bioroid is whaling on Dana's Spartas, when the general com-channel crackles to life... Zor Prime: (open mike) *Give Up Micronians. You Cannot Win. You are Too Slow, Inferior, Fat, and Ugly* Sudden silence as the fighting suddenly halts...The HOvertanks and the Bioroids pause in mid-melee, and turn their heads to make sure they really heard what they just heard...Surely nobody was THAT du-... "-WHAT- DID YOU CALL ME?????!!!" Yep...somebody was... (Shot of hovertank battloid fist suddenly shooting out and grabbing the Red Bioroid by that chest-to-crotch systems hose...mecha start diving for cover) ---- (Field Marshal Leonard is sitting at his desk, picture window showing Monument City behind him, as he does paperwork...) ".... (SMASH) EEEYYYYAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (CRASH) ....." (Something big and red goes smashing through one end of his office, slides along the floor behind his chair, and disappears out of view out the other side... Leonard looks at the rough outline of a bioroid torn through one wall, rotates his chair to the other side to see the exit hole...leans over, looks out the exit hole...shakes his head...) "Dammmmmnnnnnnnnn........"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:The 15th is duking it out with Zor Prime and a squadron of bioroids, and not doing so well... The Red Bioroid is whaling on Dana's Spartas, when the general com-channel crackles to life... Zor Prime: (open mike) *Give Up Micronians. You Cannot Win. You are Too Slow, Inferior, Fat, and Ugly* Sudden silence as the fighting suddenly halts...The HOvertanks and the Bioroids pause in mid-melee, and turn their heads to make sure they really heard what they just heard...Surely nobody was THAT du-... "-WHAT- DID YOU CALL ME?????!!!" Yep...somebody was... (Shot of hovertank battloid fist suddenly shooting out and grabbing the Red Bioroid by that chest-to-crotch systems hose...mecha start diving for cover) ---- (Field Marshal Leonard is sitting at his desk, picture window showing Monument City behind him, as he does paperwork...) ".... (SMASH) EEEYYYYAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (CRASH) ....." (Something big and red goes smashing through one end of his office, slides along the floor behind his chair, and disappears out of view out the other side... Leonard looks at the rough outline of a bioroid torn through one wall, rotates his chair to the other side to see the exit hole...leans over, looks out the exit hole...shakes his head...) "Dammmmmnnnnnnnnn........"
*in a secret bunker, in an undisclosed location, a briefing of sorts takes place* *a familiar figure of Nova Satori walks up on stage holding what looks like an cut size missile launcher, setting it on a stand* "Fellow GMP comrades, this is the prototype weapon we are about to covertly deploy to the front lines." "We all were briefed on the recent incident that was centered on the 15th alpha tactical squad." "in a short time our scientists have discovered that the performance of the hover tanks used by the 15th respond logarithmically to the emotional state of the pilot" "This"*slaps the weapon, with an absolutely evil grin*" is the response to our discoveries, it launches a warhead that attaches itself to what it hits." "the war head is a combination radio transmitter and loud speaker that sends out similar dialog that revealed the performance enhancing emotional state in the 15th." "In covert field tests it was successful in producing the enhanced responses seen in the incident." "It seams to work better on our female troops, by a rate of 50% more then on the males" *Nova looks around the room, with her evil grin turn mean* "each of you were selected because you each have personal axes to grin with solders in the units you will be assigned." "It's a lovely day when 'duty to nation' asks of you what your 'personal vendetta' would have you volunteering for" *Nova grin turns wolfish*"You all know how I hate Lt. Sterling, so I will be assign as motivator for the 15th." *there is knowing and evil laughter in the room* "For any of you who can not, for personal reasons, participate in this op. It will be required of you to treat this as a black hole class black op. you know nothing , you have seen nothing, or you will be transfer to africa to the penile stockade at angle falls."*mentioning The most isolated southern cross outpost on earth.*
May you be blessed with the ability to change course when you are off the mark.
Each question should be give the canon answer 1st, then you can proclaim your house rules.
Reading and writing (literacy) is how people on BBS interact.
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:*in a secret bunker, in an undisclosed location, a briefing of sorts takes place* *a familiar figure of Nova Satori walks up on stage holding what looks like an cut size missile launcher, setting it on a stand* "Fellow GMP comrades, this is the prototype weapon we are about to covertly deploy to the front lines." "We all were briefed on the recent incident that was centered on the 15th alpha tactical squad." "in a short time our scientists have discovered that the performance of the hover tanks used by the 15th respond logarithmically to the emotional state of the pilot" "This"*slaps the weapon, with an absolutely evil grin*" is the response to our discoveries, it launches a warhead that attaches itself to what it hits." "the war head is a combination radio transmitter and loud speaker that sends out similar dialog that revealed the performance enhancing emotional state in the 15th." "In covert field tests it was successful in producing the enhanced responses seen in the incident." "It seams to work better on our female troops, by a rate of 50% more then on the males" *Nova looks around the room, with her evil grin turn mean* "each of you were selected because you each have personal axes to grin with solders in the units you will be assigned." "It's a lovely day when 'duty to nation' asks of you what your 'personal vendetta' would have you volunteering for" *Nova grin turns wolfish*"You all know how I hate Lt. Sterling, so I will be assign as motivator for the 15th." *there is knowing and evil laughter in the room* "For any of you who can not, for personal reasons, participate in this op. It will be required of you to treat this as a black hole class black op. you know nothing , you have seen nothing, or you will be transfer to africa to the penile stockade at angle falls."*mentioning The most isolated southern cross outpost on earth.*
The 15th's sitting out in the field, all armored up, when they're approached by a group of Tirolians... Dana: "What do they want? Looks like they want to talk peace, maybe?" Louie: "Let me listen in to what they're saying...just a moment..." Tirolians:"Attention micronians, we wish only to---(remote GMP handler cuts in; "WE wish to kick Nerd-boy there all over the landscape, spray beer all over him, and string him up by his underwear from a flagpole in front of the Robotech Research Group campus admissions office!") Louie: "---kill them, kill them all!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
Meanwhile, Zor Prime's laying in a sickbay aboard the Masters' MOthership, whispering to the med-clone bending over him... ZP: "Recommend....toning down ...the damage-pain...receptors on the bioroids...body ...has no...equivalent...to the urg! torso hose...not really...system used closest analogues gah!!!...you know what it's like...to be grabbed...by your breastbone...and...ack!...testicles....and swung...supersonic...?!...gimme more drugs...now!"
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:*in a secret bunker, in an undisclosed location, a briefing of sorts takes place* *a familiar figure of Nova Satori walks up on stage holding what looks like an cut size missile launcher, setting it on a stand* "Fellow GMP comrades, this is the prototype weapon we are about to covertly deploy to the front lines." "We all were briefed on the recent incident that was centered on the 15th alpha tactical squad." "in a short time our scientists have discovered that the performance of the hover tanks used by the 15th respond logarithmically to the emotional state of the pilot" "This"*slaps the weapon, with an absolutely evil grin*" is the response to our discoveries, it launches a warhead that attaches itself to what it hits." "the war head is a combination radio transmitter and loud speaker that sends out similar dialog that revealed the performance enhancing emotional state in the 15th." "In covert field tests it was successful in producing the enhanced responses seen in the incident." "It seams to work better on our female troops, by a rate of 50% more then on the males" *Nova looks around the room, with her evil grin turn mean* "each of you were selected because you each have personal axes to grin with solders in the units you will be assigned." "It's a lovely day when 'duty to nation' asks of you what your 'personal vendetta' would have you volunteering for" *Nova grin turns wolfish*"You all know how I hate Lt. Sterling, so I will be assign as motivator for the 15th." *there is knowing and evil laughter in the room* "For any of you who can not, for personal reasons, participate in this op. It will be required of you to treat this as a black hole class black op. you know nothing , you have seen nothing, or you will be transfer to africa to the penile stockade at angle falls."*mentioning The most isolated southern cross outpost on earth.*
um...the proper word is 'penal'..what you describe...
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"Trouble rather the Tiger in his Lair,
Than the Sage among his Books,
For all the Empires and Kingdoms,
The Armies and Works that you hold Dear,
Are to him but the Playthings of the Moment,
To be turned over with the Flick of a Finger,
And the Turning of a Page"
taalismn wrote:Meanwhile, Zor Prime's laying in a sickbay aboard the Masters' MOthership, whispering to the med-clone bending over him... ZP: "Recommend....toning down ...the damage-pain...receptors on the bioroids...body ...has no...equivalent...to the urg! torso hose...not really...system used closest analogues gah!!!...you know what it's like...to be grabbed...by your breastbone...and...ack!...testicles....and swung...supersonic...?!...gimme more drugs...now!"
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:*in a secret bunker, in an undisclosed location, a briefing of sorts takes place* *a familiar figure of Nova Satori walks up on stage holding what looks like an cut size missile launcher, setting it on a stand* "Fellow GMP comrades, this is the prototype weapon we are about to covertly deploy to the front lines." "We all were briefed on the recent incident that was centered on the 15th alpha tactical squad." "in a short time our scientists have discovered that the performance of the hover tanks used by the 15th respond logarithmically to the emotional state of the pilot" "This"*slaps the weapon, with an absolutely evil grin*" is the response to our discoveries, it launches a warhead that attaches itself to what it hits." "the war head is a combination radio transmitter and loud speaker that sends out similar dialog that revealed the performance enhancing emotional state in the 15th." "In covert field tests it was successful in producing the enhanced responses seen in the incident." "It seams to work better on our female troops, by a rate of 50% more then on the males" *Nova looks around the room, with her evil grin turn mean* "each of you were selected because you each have personal axes to grin with solders in the units you will be assigned." "It's a lovely day when 'duty to nation' asks of you what your 'personal vendetta' would have you volunteering for" *Nova grin turns wolfish*"You all know how I hate Lt. Sterling, so I will be assign as motivator for the 15th." *there is knowing and evil laughter in the room* "For any of you who can not, for personal reasons, participate in this op. It will be required of you to treat this as a black hole class black op. you know nothing , you have seen nothing, or you will be transfer to africa to the penile stockade at angle falls."*mentioning The most isolated southern cross outpost on earth.*
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:*in a secret bunker, in an undisclosed location, a briefing of sorts takes place* *a familiar figure of Nova Satori walks up on stage holding what looks like an cut size missile launcher, setting it on a stand* "Fellow GMP comrades, this is the prototype weapon we are about to covertly deploy to the front lines." "We all were briefed on the recent incident that was centered on the 15th alpha tactical squad." "in a short time our scientists have discovered that the performance of the hover tanks used by the 15th respond logarithmically to the emotional state of the pilot" "This"*slaps the weapon, with an absolutely evil grin*" is the response to our discoveries, it launches a warhead that attaches itself to what it hits." "the war head is a combination radio transmitter and loud speaker that sends out similar dialog that revealed the performance enhancing emotional state in the 15th." "In covert field tests it was successful in producing the enhanced responses seen in the incident." "It seams to work better on our female troops, by a rate of 50% more then on the males" *Nova looks around the room, with her evil grin turn mean* "each of you were selected because you each have personal axes to grin with solders in the units you will be assigned." "It's a lovely day when 'duty to nation' asks of you what your 'personal vendetta' would have you volunteering for" *Nova grin turns wolfish*"You all know how I hate Lt. Sterling, so I will be assign as motivator for the 15th." *there is knowing and evil laughter in the room* "For any of you who can not, for personal reasons, participate in this op. It will be required of you to treat this as a black hole class black op. you know nothing , you have seen nothing, or you will be transfer to africa to the penile stockade at angle falls."*mentioning The most isolated southern cross outpost on earth.*
The 15th's sitting out in the field, all armored up, when they're approached by a group of Tirolians... Dana: "What do they want? Looks like they want to talk peace, maybe?" Louie: "Let me listen in to what they're saying...just a moment..." Tirolians:"Attention micronians, we wish only to---(remote GMP handler cuts in; "WE wish to kick Nerd-boy there all over the landscape, spray beer all over him, and string him up by his underwear from a flagpole in front of the Robotech Research Group campus admissions office!") Louie: "---kill them, kill them all!"
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