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JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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6 yrs ago
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.
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.
Most Recent Posts
@Jasonhero
If you want to, then sure. The human paramilitaries are collaborating on the cleanup detail, so there's currently freedom of choice.
I'd prefer to be around the group, only because I would like interactions xP
@Ammokkx
I'll give stats when I have the time to go through the posts and jot them down.
@Jasonhero
It'll happen later, don't worry.
Well, I was speaking on the front that Jason wasn't overly injured, so I am just trying to figure out where he would be. Back at his own base that Doom was likely operating from?
War. War never changes. Anyway, let me know your thoughts on the battle. Pros, cons, satisfaction, regret, or just random notes, anything goes.
@Ammokkx@Apollosarcher@AtomicNut@Evil Snowman@Dragoknighte@Mr Rage@Gate Keeper@DarkRecon@Jasonhero
Thought it was pretty good man. Great tension, everybody got a chance to be a badass. Glorious murder, and overall it was fun. Just wish my squad hadn't bailed on me >.>
Also, I assume at the end of that fight I was given notice of being drafted into this group so I can go with them and whatnot?
Still here...but even online, guess I'm just anti-social -___-'
I don't want to say anything considering it may make people bail on this but in general, we got competition. I saw another mecha RP or two of some sorts around the casual area. I think one is about "classes" and social structure and using mecha combat as a sport...eh I forget what it was called.
I mean, if we keep the group we got here, I don't see much of an issue. They do them, we do us.
<Snipped quote by Dragoknighte>
This man knows where it's at.
First thing I see in the morning upon opening RPG...
@Dragoknighte Mannnn, I thought we could've been buddies. But you just haddddd to reject my offer!
I am totally kidding.
I am totally kidding.
@Ammokkx Re-read the GM post and realized the whole Yeager thing being nearby. So he'd pay more attention to that.
Jason "Phoenix" Diabolus | Doom Squad Officer | Troas
Yelling out in pain as the massive mech slammed into the ground, Jason felt as if somebody were bending the bones in his ankles. Like he personally had been the one to hit the ground, not the frame. Like machine and man are one... the boy mused just before the sniper decided to move. Feeling a strong pain in his mind as his reflexes were put to test, the boy managed to fire upon the sniper and completely obliterate it. Along with the rest of a city block, no doubt plenty of innocents fell alongside the cruxi sniper. Wide-eyed for a brief moment at the destruction that X-7 had caused, the boy looked towards his console briefly. Staring blankly at the console, the boy zoned out as he thought about the lives lost, and remembered home. Remembering the last words his parents had said to him, calling him to say goodbyes as they burned at the hands of the monsters.
"We will always love you, sweetheart. No matter what, please, don't forget us." She said, the woman who had taken care of Jason throughout his whole life. Having just told their son that they had elected to stay behind and do what they could to ensure that a ship got free of the surface. "Remember son, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. We chose to save the next generation at the cost of our own. We lo-" then a blinding light followed by static. The last remainder of his life ripped away in a blinding light.
Suddenly the boy was back inside X-7, staring hollowly towards the ruined neighborhood. While regrettable all those who had died,the boy spoke a single line to the ruins. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. I'm sorry. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, please forgive me." he spoke to the ruins of the neighborhood before tearing his vision away from the ruins. Like father and mother, these people's lives had been sacrificed in a battle to protect more than just them. However; they died because of a massive mistake on his part. So Jason would not allow their sacrifice to be in vain, nor would he ever write it off. Their lost lives had been his fault, so he would have to forever bear the weight of that. He would use it to only make him stronger.
Moving X-7 forward, the boy took a moment to shake his head and clear his thoughts. Time to focus back on the battle at hand, as they still had a job to do. Immdiately, the boy noticed the withering and wounded tentacled beast. Raising an eyebrow he looked towards the wounded mech beyond the wounded creature. Rapidly hitting commands, he tried to open a direct comm link towards the other mech. "My weapons systems are still down, I'll try to keep this thing distracted in case it gets up until i get do soemthing. Unsure what damage you've sustained, I'll try to keep it off you." he said before moving a bit closer, aiming to seem more like a threat to the injured thing. "Bring it, you piece of shit." he said to himself.
* X-7 Moves to H1
* Attempted contact with Yeager
* Aiming to get the wounded beast focused on him if it gets up.
@Mr Rage I can't even attack it :'D
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