taalismn wrote:Shot of an all-out battle between Tirolian and ASC forces in a city street. People are dying, it's hot as hell, war is hell. Right in the middle of it all we see a tired-looking ASC trooper and a Tirolian Centurion, also looking spent as hell, drawing a bead at each other when they see a Petit Cola machine off to one side. The trooper gestures at it, mimes drinking. The Tirolian pauses, then agrees. They put down tehir guns and go over to the vending machine. The Tirolian puases, pats down his pockets. The trooper grins, pantomimes 'my treat' and digs out enough change to get two ice-cold bottles. The soldiers grab the bottles, savoring the cool bottles, rubbing the condensation-beaded containers of sugary bliss across their sweaty foreheads, then crack the caps off and down the wonderous concoction... They spend a moment there just peacefully savoring the drink and the moment of mutual satisfaction... ...Then the ASC trooper slams the Tirolian across the noggin with his bottle, KO'ing him...
The Tirolian should be glad the ASC trooper didn't shake the bottle hard first...Petit Cola tends to explode under battlefield conditions. This is why Zentraedi Battlepods learned NEVER to stomp the machines during their attacks on the SDF-1. A fully-stocked vending machine could easily blow off a Regult leg (possibly BOTH) in posthumous revenge. The Tirolians sadly learned the 'Soda Lesson' too late, after one of their strike forces against Monument City advanced through a regional servicing and distribution center for the Petit Cola Company. The resulting mass of foam and spray was seen for miles around, as over three hundred Tirolian ground troops were drowned, suffocated by carbonation, suffered acute and fatal belch-decompression from ingested soda water CO2 coming out of solution, or pressure-driven shockwaves. The resulting sticky mess brought to mind to Terran troops re-entering the area afterwards accounts of the Great Boston Molasses Flood.
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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 Tirolian should be glad the ASC trooper didn't shake the bottle hard first...Petit Cola tends to explode under battlefield conditions. This is why Zentraedi Battlepods learned NEVER to stomp the machines during their attacks on the SDF-1. A fully-stocked vending machine could easily blow off a Regult leg (possibly BOTH) in posthumous revenge. The Tirolians sadly learned the 'Soda Lesson' too late, after one of their strike forces against Monument City advanced through a regional servicing and distribution center for the Petit Cola Company. The resulting mass of foam and spray was seen for miles around, as over three hundred Tirolian ground troops were drowned, suffocated by carbonation, suffered acute and fatal belch-decompression from ingested soda water CO2 coming out of solution, or pressure-driven shockwaves. The resulting sticky mess brought to mind to Terran troops re-entering the area afterwards accounts of the Great Boston Molasses Flood.
Then there was the ugly little 'Decaf Incident' down in Columbia....
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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:Then there was the ugly little 'Decaf Incident' down in Columbia....
That bad that you can't talk about it, huh?
When you attempt 'social engineering' by switching the coffee blend for full-sized Zentraedi construction workers to decaf without their knowledge, you gotta expect some problems, especially when the substitution becomes public knowledge.
Evidentally now 'Folgers' is a dirty word in Zentraedi, meaning something along the lines of 'filthy betrayl'.
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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:Then there was the ugly little 'Decaf Incident' down in Columbia....
That bad that you can't talk about it, huh?
When you attempt 'social engineering' by switching the coffee blend for full-sized Zentraedi construction workers to decaf without their knowledge, you gotta expect some problems, especially when the substitution becomes public knowledge.
Evidentally now 'Folgers' is a dirty word in Zentraedi, meaning something along the lines of 'filthy betrayl'.
Yep...the whole horrid incident led to a Micronian 'safety switch' on the inside of all Zentraedi-scale coffeemakers...
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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"
Classic Moments, Old School: "Commence Modular Transformation!" Whiirrrrr*HUMMM*SCHreeeeeek*Rotate*Roll*Fold*Spindle*swing*Huuummmmmmm*POP* Captain Gloval looks out the window in shock as he watches the parts of the modular battlefortress SDF-1 suddenly part company... "Uh-oh..."
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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:Classic Moments, Old School: "Commence Modular Transformation!" Whiirrrrr*HUMMM*SCHreeeeeek*Rotate*Roll*Fold*Spindle*swing*Huuummmmmmm*POP* Captain Gloval looks out the window in shock as he watches the parts of the modular battlefortress SDF-1 suddenly part company... "Uh-oh..."
"Give me full engine thrust!!!!" "Can't Captain Gloval!" "WHAT?! Thundering Asteroids, why NOT!!!!???" "Pilot light went off on the engines. They don't advise re-igniting until the gas has cleared." "Oh for crying out lou---!!!"
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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:"Give me full engine thrust!!!!" "Can't Captain Gloval!" "WHAT?! Thundering Asteroids, why NOT!!!!???" "Pilot light went off on the engines. They don't advise re-igniting until the gas has cleared." "Oh for crying out lou---!!!"
Instruction manual left by Zor; "In the event of Reflex-Engine failure, shut off protoculture flow valve and allow up to 10 minutes for reaction mass dispersal before re-opening flow and activating pilot light."
Cpt. Gloval; "(Expletive string deleted due to yankee television G-rating)...and what's with my cursing being (expletive deleted) all the time?! It's like the creators of this (expletive deleted) junk pile of a ship were mental defective poltical corectness festishists!!!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the universe the ghost of a certain Tirolian prodigy is laughing his (expletive deleted) off and sharing a drink with the still-mortal Karl Macekere...
Bind the body to the opened mind Bind the body to the opened mind
I dream of towers in a world consumed A void in the sentient sky I dream of fissures across the moon Leaves of the lotus rise
Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power!Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE SHOVELS!!! MORE COAL IN THE REFLEX FURNANCES!!!") Billowing smoke and steam from its many stacks, the mighty Zentraedi warship turns, its sidewheels churning more rapidly, as it advances on the hapless SDF-1....
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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:"Give me full engine thrust!!!!" "Can't Captain Gloval!" "WHAT?! Thundering Asteroids, why NOT!!!!???" "Pilot light went off on the engines. They don't advise re-igniting until the gas has cleared." "Oh for crying out lou---!!!"
DhAkael wrote:
taalismn wrote:"Give me full engine thrust!!!!" "Can't Captain Gloval!" "WHAT?! Thundering Asteroids, why NOT!!!!???" "Pilot light went off on the engines. They don't advise re-igniting until the gas has cleared." "Oh for crying out lou---!!!"
Instruction manual left by Zor; "In the event of Reflex-Engine failure, shut off protoculture flow valve and allow up to 10 minutes for reaction mass dispersal before re-opening flow and activating pilot light."
Cpt. Gloval; "(Expletive string deleted due to yankee television G-rating)...and what's with my cursing being (expletive deleted) all the time?! It's like the creators of this (expletive deleted) junk pile of a ship were mental defective poltical corectness festishists!!!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the universe the ghost of a certain Tirolian prodigy is laughing his (expletive deleted) off and sharing a drink with the still-mortal Karl Macekere...
taalismn wrote:Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power!Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE SHOVELS!!! MORE COAL IN THE REFLEX FURNANCES!!!") Billowing smoke and steam from its many stacks, the mighty Zentraedi warship turns, its sidewheels churning more rapidly, as it advances on the hapless SDF-1....
Max Sterling comes in in his new Veritech Fighter, zooming in for a landing, llined up on the runway...he reverses thrust...nothing happens...goes full flaps...nothing happens...runway coming closer, he switches to Guardian/GERWALK and VTOLING in....nothing happens..,He goes to full Battloid, and slidding in, wings full out...nothing happens! He slides into a building, out the other side, into a succession of buildings, rolling, tumbling...big cloud of dust and debris and confusion... Doctor Lang and another man are watching the whole incident... Lang stares accusingly at the man. "I still say it's the floor mats." The Toyota rep asserts.
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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:Max Sterling comes in in his new Veritech Fighter, zooming in for a landing, llined up on the runway...he reverses thrust...nothing happens...goes full flaps...nothing happens...runway coming closer, he switches to Guardian/GERWALK and VTOLING in....nothing happens..,He goes to full Battloid, and slidding in, wings full out...nothing happens! He slides into a building, out the other side, into a succession of buildings, rolling, tumbling...big cloud of dust and debris and confusion... Doctor Lang and another man are watching the whole incident... Lang stares accusingly at the man. "I still say it's the floor mats." The Toyota rep asserts.
Scene - macross city, Project Valkyrie development lab. Lang: "we need the space operation avionics update by next week! get it done!" -Door Slams- Scientist 1: "wait, we were supposed to be working on that? but i'm not a programmer!" Scientist 2: "don't worry, we'll just use some shortcuts. i know of this program we can borrow most of the code from.."
Much later, during the "blitzkreig" attack in saturns rings.. Skull 5: "this update Lang invented is brilliant. much smoother handling and, we can actually do all those starfury tricks from babylon 5!" Skull 6: "i'm not so thrilled with the simple white on black outline graphics of the object avoidance displays though" Skull 4: "cut the chatter, here they come!"
............GAME OVER............ ......INSERT QUARTER TO CONTINUE...........
Skull 4, 5, 6: "what the?"
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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"
Alt: Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power! Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE POWER generators" to a field of numerous full sized Zents peddling stationary bikes.
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.
glitterboy2098 wrote:Scene - macross city, Project Valkyrie development lab. Lang: "we need the space operation avionics update by next week! get it done!" -Door Slams- Scientist 1: "wait, we were supposed to be working on that? but i'm not a programmer!" Scientist 2: "don't worry, we'll just use some shortcuts. i know of this program we can borrow most of the code from.."
Much later, during the "blitzkreig" attack in saturns rings.. Skull 5: "this update Lang invented is brilliant. much smoother handling and, we can actually do all those starfury tricks from babylon 5!" Skull 6: "i'm not so thrilled with the simple white on black outline graphics of the object avoidance displays though" Skull 4: "cut the chatter, here they come!"
............GAME OVER............ ......INSERT QUARTER TO CONTINUE...........
Skull 4, 5, 6: "what the?"
taalismn wrote:"Hey! I get extra lives with this thi-*BLAM*
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:Alt: Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power! Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE POWER generators" to a field of numerous full sized Zents peddling stationary bikes.
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:Alt: Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power! Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE POWER generators" to a field of numerous full sized Zents peddling stationary bikes.
...only it's Tirolian Pollinators on hamster wheels....With an Invid Hellcat chained behind them for motivation...
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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:Alt: Zentraedi Commander: "Look! Their engines! They stall! They are without power! Sitting in space, powerless! Now is our opportunity! Full power! Full speed ahead!" (He pushes on an old-style rotary bridge telegraph: FULL SPEED) (Down in the engine room we see a sweaty Zentraedi grunt look at a similar rig, and shout behind him: "ALL RIGHT!!! TRIPLE TIME ON THOSE POWER generators" to a field of numerous full sized Zents peddling stationary bikes.
...only it's Tirolian Pollinators on hamster wheels....With an Invid Hellcat chained behind them for motivation...
"Garsh....no snacking on the Pollinators...we need every one of the little bastards!"
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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"
"Hmmmm....deep fried beer-battered Pollinator fritters! Scrumptious! With a Flower-of-Life fruit pina coloda!"
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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"
"All part of the Tirolian Happy-Meal! Serves a hungry Triumvirate! Available only at Burger Masters'!"
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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 Bioroid pilot with that double-tone screech voice of theirs, yelling into his communicator; "I -SAID-, I want a TRIPLE CHEESE BURGER, a LARGE FRIES, and a LARGE ORANGE DRINK!!!" (staticy response) "Mmerywerwee...ewryerweiriyeq....wewewwttrtrr..." "AARRGGGHHH!!!!"
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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 Bioroid pilot with that double-tone screech voice of theirs, yelling into his communicator; "I -SAID-, I want a TRIPLE CHEESE BURGER, a LARGE FRIES, and a LARGE ORANGE DRINK!!!" (staticy response) "Mmerywerwee...ewryerweiriyeq....wewewwttrtrr..." "AARRGGGHHH!!!!"
Then he pulls around to the pick-up window... And there's an Invid Scout behind it...
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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"
Southern Cross hoverjeep behind the Bioroid: "Oh for crying out loud! Why are we ALWAYS next in line when the two sworn enemies come unexpectedly face to face and gotta duke it out?!
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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"
Across the street at CJ's sit dana and Nova in the eating area. D:pointing across the street, "look where your boss ended up." N: ignoring the imminent fight "told him not to go to WacDonaleds today."*grabbing the extra $6WBCB while dana isn't looking and takes a bite*"you can have his fries".
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.
taalismn wrote:Southern Cross hoverjeep behind the Bioroid: "Oh for crying out loud! Why are we ALWAYS next in line when the two sworn enemies come unexpectedly face to face and gotta duke it out?!
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:Across the street at CJ's sit dana and Nova in the eating area. D:pointing across the street, "look where your boss ended up." N: ignoring the imminent fight "told him not to go to WacDonaleds today."*grabbing the extra $6WBCB while dana isn't looking and takes a bite*"you can have his fries".
"Rick Hunter! I sentence you to DEATH! But first, watch your beloved little wife BURN!!! BUHAAAAHHHAAA-" "EDWARDS! I put you on the fryolator to keep you on focus, not burn the *%&ing 'tatoes!! Obviously you can't be trusted with that! Why don't you start hauling garbage out to the dumpster!?" "But, sir-" "That wasn't a request, it was an order!" "Yes sir..." As T.R. Edwards turns to start hauling garbage bags out to the dumpster, he hears chuckling... "Oh, shut up!" He bites out as he passes the Regent, also in a fastfood franchise uniform. "Serves you right, traitor."
Minutes later, Edwards discovers the rabid Pollinators raiding the garbage dumpster....
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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:"Rick Hunter! I sentence you to DEATH! But first, watch your beloved little wife BURN!!! BUHAAAAHHHAAA-" "EDWARDS! I put you on the fryolator to keep you on focus, not burn the *%&ing 'tatoes!! Obviously you can't be trusted with that! Why don't you start hauling garbage out to the dumpster!?" "But, sir-" "That wasn't a request, it was an order!" "Yes sir..." As T.R. Edwards turns to start hauling garbage bags out to the dumpster, he hears chuckling... "Oh, shut up!" He bites out as he passes the Regent, also in a fastfood franchise uniform. "Serves you right, traitor."
Minutes later, Edwards discovers the rabid Pollinators raiding the garbage dumpster....
Franchise manager notices Edwards hasn't come back in... "Stupid idiot! Can't do ANYTHING right! That resume note on his application; "General in aerospace forces" my arse!"
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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:Franchise manager notices Edwards hasn't come back in... "Stupid idiot! Can't do ANYTHING right! That resume note on his application; "General in aerospace forces" my arse!"
Whereas the Regent, on his application, where it stated "What qualifications do you have that certify you for work in the fast food industry?", he put "Directed large scale meatgrinder-style operations."
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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"
The Regis sitting in her corporate office, getting her weekly report on the two, and just snickering for 10 min. each time.
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.
taalismn wrote:Whereas the Regent, on his application, where it stated "What qualifications do you have that certify you for work in the fast food industry?", he put "Directed large scale meatgrinder-style operations."
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:The Regis sitting in her corporate office, getting her weekly report on the two, and just snickering for 10 min. each time.
drewkitty ~..~ wrote:The Regis sitting in her corporate office, getting her weekly report on the two, and just snickering for 10 min. each time.
Yep...Invid corporation selling fresh Flower of Life...the only juice sold in a bright red carton with warning symbols and biohazard icons on it(to ward against accidental human ingestion). Now in mixed cranberry, blueberry, wild berry, apple, banana, goqi berry, pomergranate, rum, and Jack Daniel's blends!
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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:The Regis sitting in her corporate office, getting her weekly report on the two, and just snickering for 10 min. each time.
Yep...Invid corporation selling fresh Flower of Life...the only juice sold in a bright red carton with warning symbols and biohazard icons on it(to ward against accidental human ingestion). Now in mixed cranberry, blueberry, wild berry, apple, banana, goqi berry, pomergranate, rum, and Jack Daniel's blends!
JUst don't shake the stuff too vigorously on hot days...
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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"
Scott Bernard slumps into the nearest seat in the local diner, disoriented and wiped out and semi-conscious(how he drove there, don't ask), and asks for coffee, hot, keep it coming, even if you have to pour it over me, thank you, please. The waitress(or waiter; Scott doesn't notice), having gotten the request before, rushes off to comply. A few minutes later, having his first cup of coffee in him, he becomes aware of another man next to him, ordering the exact same thing...Having regained some semblance of rationality, he looks over, curious- "Lancer?" Lance Belmont, aka Yellow Dancer, looks blearily eyed over at him..."Scott?" Recognizing something familiar about the devastated fellow ex-freedom fighter, Scott ventures: "Sera?" Lancer gets a half goofy smile/pained grimace on his face. "Yeah." Lancer then looks at Scott, "Orange juice trick?" "Yeah."
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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"
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.
taalismn wrote:Scott Bernard slumps into the nearest seat in the local diner, disoriented and wiped out and semi-conscious(how he drove there, don't ask), and asks for coffee, hot, keep it coming, even if you have to pour it over me, thank you, please. The waitress(or waiter; Scott doesn't notice), having gotten the request before, rushes off to comply. A few minutes later, having his first cup of coffee in him, he becomes aware of another man next to him, ordering the exact same thing...Having regains some semblance of rationality, he looks over, curious- "Lancer?" Lance Belmont, aka Yellow Dancer, looks blearily eyed over at him..."Scott?" Recognizing something familiar about the devastated fellow ex-freedom fighter, Scott ventures: "Sera?" Lancer gets a half goofy smile/pained grimace on his face. "Yeah." Lancer then looks at Scott, "Orange juice trick?" "Yeah."
WORST case scenario they'd die happy
Bind the body to the opened mind Bind the body to the opened mind
I dream of towers in a world consumed A void in the sentient sky I dream of fissures across the moon Leaves of the lotus rise
