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Maybe they're something like employees, since they get free room and board in exchange for basically standing around, being milked and eating grass. Part of their own Workers Union or something.

Pigs, which serve as garbage disposal in-universe.

I baked you a pie! Oh boy, what flavor?

"Eustace had to go and do something stupid. Marsinta is going to kill me..." said Roam as the gunnery crews set themselves out on their task to defend the Valiant. The two mediumish heavy cannons berth at the top and underside of the frigate swiveled to face the Corvettes, firing off a salvo of their enormous shells towards the flight. The deft motion of the Glain Nedir smashed through the flight of the Janzars, obliterating one of the Corvettes and disabling two of the other nearby craft, dazing their electronics with the energy-sapping bombs. The enormous rounds of the Shadow Spear shredded through the armor with a violent explosion of another one of the Corvettes, making it look like it had been hit by an asteroid of equal size, leaving it a smoldering hulk flying off in a strange direction. The large shells of the Valiant failed to make true and sped off away from the flight, dissolving in a puff of aborted charge some great distance beyond the battle. One of the Corvettes, the pilot obviously noticing he was fighting a losing battle, began to flee back towards Carina Station in a sort of wobbly flight path, either being an experienced dodge pattern, or a very nervous man jiggling the control stick while frantically looking backwards.

That HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA would be the National Anthem of the Accursed Farms, will forever be my greatest regret.

don't care

I'm Anarchemitis. It's my username on Youtube and on the Escapist Magazine.com.

I love good medics. Ones that can spread the love and manage their team well. My main grievance in the game is with people who are actually good enough to contend at my level or better, that obviously only play the game to win. Their play style doesn't ebb or flow with the average skill level, they just dominate without relent. It pains me when I'm the most skilled player on my team, and that one guy who plays to win entirely chomps down at all times on a bunch of newer guys below me.

The Xielumbus flight maneuvered itself inbetween the Janzars and the Valiant, hovering in a slow strafe to one side, firing on the five corvettes as they closed in on the carrier Frigate. The Laser fire shredded into the paneling of the front of one of the heavy corvettes, pecking away at its armor. Another one was slammed by one of the shells from the heavy cannon, deflecting off and detonating late, making a massive explosive burst just off to one side away. As a result the other corvette began swerving downwards in a tightening spiral pattern, trailing a thick gray smoke and small bits of debris.

My first video game was Super Mario World. Does that make me old?

Finishing off my first beer for the evening. Uncoincidentally, it will also be my last. I'm not a drinker and unless I make a point of drinking the darn thing, I will by habit, nurse that single beer for as long as three hours or more.

That's actually pretty proficient.

First time whipping out the ol' digital pen in a while. Fight those Combine, Gordon! Where-ever and whenever they may be!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH HAA HAA HAAA HAAA >8D

I don't want to get Xbox 360. The games don't interest me enough, and for the multiplayer, I don't want to have to pay for online usage in addition to my internet bill.

Probably ended up filled with lots of crazy jealous unsexed women and one oversexed guy that could hardly think straight.

Yessir, you are most graciously greeted, welcome! I heartily hope you'll like it here

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Star Wars. Assuming I'm on the side that wins and in the era where heroes are. That or I'm a decent Jedi. Would I make a decent Jedi?

I feel like I must come up with some kind of brilliant and incontrovertible proof that 1ups' Rainbow Dash but I am at a loss. +Rep

TG&P Trixie is a spy. Her mannerisms (apart from the whole murder bit) are entirely within line of the Spy. "You are all incompetent cowards!"

The ensemble of Spaceships formed around the Valiant, which had been largely hiding in the cast shadow of the planet Carina III, rendered entirely black by the contrast of its faded cyan atmosphere. One of the engineers on the bridge console popped up a spritely voice in a cautioning tone. "Helmsman, we're getting a weapons trace." a deep booping alert started coming from the screen that read 'Local Combat Comm'. Darril jerked up in his seat, throwing his Rubik's cube behind him without regard to where it was going to land, staring intently into his screen. "Engines set to Ready, Maneuvering to face heading." he said in a suddenly serious manner. "Silhouette matches previous record... it's the Janzar." said the weapons officer. "Horte.." said Darril under his breath. He tapped a notification on his keypad. "Captain, report to the bridge, ready for contact, amber." The Professor, who was sitting nearby on the edge seat of the bridge with a console of his own, turned and furrowed his brow at the change in atmosphere Darril's voice brought. In the Captain's quarters, richly adorned with velvet drapes and a fuzzy carpet, Roam rose from his bed at the notification, dreary eyed and dazed from a deep sleep which he had very much enjoyed. 'Amber' was the word that prevented his end to his his slumber from being annoyed or humored. Within moments he had straitened himself out from his bedclothes and into his Captain's suit, sporting a vivid maroon coat hung over the shoulder and draping down one side of his body. He strode onto the bridge in an attentive and somewhat frustrated manner, but still with a somewhat insincere smirk on his face. "Morning fellows." he said in a cool and swarthy voice. "Captain, we're being approached by a 'Vette, the Janzar." said Darril. Roam's face dissolved from his smile into a rather embittered expression. The Professor looked up from his use of the datapad to his sudden noting of Roam's presence. It was the first time he had seen him what appeared to be 'angry'. "Sir, they're opening communication, shall we contact?" "Well it's only polite." He said, somewhere in-between a jovial serious statement and highly annoyed sarcasm. The main display screen on the wall offered forth the picture of a man sitting in a large metallic chair, somewhat spindly in size with a rounded chin and curly hair. "Richard Roam, how have you been?" His self-satisfied voice came through oily and partly nasal. "Eustace." greeted Roam. "I see you're still on the down-low since that affair with the Palakkis Clan, not even coming in to dock at Carina and choosing to hide out beyond sensor range. What are you up to these days?" "Treasure hunting." "Oooh, what fun. Say- if you tell me where you're off to, maybe I'll let you keep a cut of it after I report you to Palakar." "Horte, you never could read a poker game. Do you even see these other ships?" said Roam, gesturing on the holo-display to the signatures of the other vessels around him. The Captain of the Janzar suddenly went quiet, not realizing the situation of the ships's rendezvous. "I'm not going anywhere, and the Palakki's aren't going to hear a word of it, unless you want to see your precious dinky little ship breaking up and icing out, here in the middle of nowhere." "I'm not scared of you, Roam! And it's about time we'd meet up like this anyways; you've had it coming since that stint on Ogfo! Get him, boys!" Four other equally sized corvettes uncloaked immediately beside the Janzar, swooping towards the Valiant. "Battlestations, arm all weapons and maneuver to avoid." said Roam, taking instant strides towards his seat. He activated a Convoy-wide comm. "Alright new guys, this is your chance to prove your stripes. Engage the Janzar squadron, destroy them."

Or anything that implies boom. For example: "'Launch Abort for Terminate Sequence', Fuel Dispersal on Crew Jettison" -> Boring "Self Destruct and Eject" -> Exciting! "The whole damn thing blows up" -> Better still

You find lint and a throat lozenge in your pants pockets. You find a ballpoint pen in your shirt chest pocket.