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.
Whelp. Somebody better get Serah outta there, because I'm definitely blowing that station in two.
... Can we sync firing controls among multiple mechs?
Also I know the extra stuff that Blackstar and I have can be detached if damaged. Is it possible to detach and get them to another frame? Longshot I know, but I think somebody else needs my shield more than me.
Looking at the layout of the battle, Jason wore a frown as he looked at the situation. He was about to say something to the others, when a warning screen appeared before him. Not even a second later he felt pain tearing through him, as the crystal shard slammed through the mech. His controls suddenly felt significantly more sluggish, and anger flared. "Paladin, Hou-Yi. That mist needs to go down. Suggest we fire energy-based attacks to destroy the mist itself." He said into the comm channel they had previously opened. Jason fired up the ATS system again, as he loaded another round into the Moonbreaker. The explosive shot should be able to hit the mist itself, thanks to the area of effect. The moment he got a lock, Jason pulled the trigger. In silence, the shot tore from the railgun and towards the mist. With a small sigh, he turned his attention back to the layout of the battle. They needed to get rid of that mist, especially given the crystal shards it had picked up.
With a light sigh, Jason tried to figure out what to do. "Sarge. If things start going south, I might be able to set up a shot using the planetoid's orbit as a slingshot. Should give me more power, might be able to target and damage the station itself. Do we have an update on how infiltration team is doing?" He asked, wanting an opinion on his idea, as well as hoping for some information on how Serah was doing. Hopefully they were fairing a tad bit better than things were out here.
* Fired an explosive round at E6, the mist unit should be in range since that's an energy attack technically.
[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>
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