Flakin wrote:Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, but I just wanted to let you all know how much fun I'm having watching things unfold. Thanks for the entertainment.
Look forward to reading whats going to happen next.
F.
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Since when were they on the starfort? I thought you were all on one of the Inqisitor's ships, which was docked there before?
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As I recall, the Strike Cruiser sent a shuttle over to the Star-Fort, so we went over to meet it.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
Pfft. *Finger hovers over edit buttons he's got for all your posts*
I certainly would have sent more than one Thunderhawk to board a sodding star-fort.
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He doesn't have to edit any of mine. I thought we went from Emperor class battleship to Pcms ship and then realized that other people were thinking star fort so I kept mine deliberately ambigious for when the mess got sorted out.
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Where's the second blade coming from Pcm? Someone left his arm and sword behind in the engineerium. Unfortunately, that means the corrupted Judge is close to the Avidian and the Daemon Blade.
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Does it want to go through the warp or does it want to stay with the nice judge and FINISH OFF THE INQUISITOR?
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Actually *you* are the Daemon Sword's instrument. The owning entity is the one who gets to use the possessive.
You do want Tycho to have fun with it, don't you?
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My apologies for the lack of participation, chaos reigned, thunders spoke, and I was unable to post my 'not gonna be here' message when I planned, and of course their was zero internet access available whereever I went.
If I am forgiven, then Chapel collapsed from internal bleeding immediately after the meeting, and has been holed up healing in the Assassin safehouse, with no one available with the authority to release Knives, and afterwards guarantee his control.
If I ain't forgiven, then Chapel dies an ignominious death in an alley somewhere as he bleeds out, Skorn was popped by a heretic sniper at five hundred yards with no warning, and Knives ODed on his own blood.
Geez, I was telling my friends that I wasn't much needed because Prius had the best excuse for being lazy tonight, being three-quarters of the man he used to be and all....
And yet...
No game! Bah!
I'm back, though I do have to turn in a bit earlier tonight.
That's the difference between the IG and the SM. One little severed limb and the IG wants to head home and the SM in that position wants to kick more ass.
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