Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Jason kept following the tracker down the hallway, constantly checking as Ripley tried to keep up. Amazed at the apparent strength that her son showed and how different a person he was. Maybe she should have learned more about what weyland-yutani MADE him into.
"Not sure, it's dark as hell. I'll follow you on the tracker. Just try to stay safe. We will catch up" Jason says to Echo as he moves down the corridor. They come to a hall that splits off to the side, and the boy sprints forward, checking the hall as he brought his rifle up. Nothing.
"Copy that. We are about to be inbound" Jason responded and got ready to open the space side of the airlock, both him and Ripley were suited up. "Go" He said and the doors opened. They shot forward and raced towards the station, Ripley having panicked breathing and the boy having a simple relaxed rate. Soon they were changing bsck out of the suits
"Escape pods have room for 2. You take Autumn and get in that and head back to the main Sevastopol. Me and Ripley will go to the airlock and take a very high speed space walk" Jason responds and grabs Ripley's wrist. Dragging her towards the airlock. As it pressurized, the two hide so that the Alien wouldn't see them. He could only hope the other two made it to the escape pod
Ripley immediately began checking Jason over. In the time she had known him, the boy had become a son to her. To the point she had even legally adopted him. She looked at Echo. "yes, I'm part Of the team. I'm Amanda Ripley, Jason's adopted mother." She said to the Echo. Jason looked up. "Yeah, she legally adopted me... what was that?" The boy says as they begin to tilt and the outside begins to spin. The creature screaming in rage. "Did we just get disconnected from the station?"
"Uhm echo. Your arm" Jason says and begins working on her arm again, in order to ensure that she stayed alright and didn't get hurt anymore so than she needed to be. "Remember we still have a giant alien creature running around here"
Jason kicked the door to the locker off and ran to Echo's side. "Hold on" He said and grabbed a bandaged, wrapping the arm and trying to clean the wound as best he could do. Meanwhile Ripley approached them and watched the boy. "You're like a whole different person Jason. " She said in minor amazement at how he was.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>