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Post by rasmus » Thu 22 Jan 2009, 0:09:46

one truth told to another .. when i get up i will kill you..

this is not a trick, when you look back i will be there to carry u´, and i will carry you back ..back to where dark is ..

1 kg. detonex will change your mind ... boom surprise
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Post by Jaked_One » Thu 22 Jan 2009, 17:52:50

...Bare fordi I sidder i en led omgang skyttegravskriv, midt i en flygtningelejr der fyldes med fanatiske & desperate Regressivister & Afskum... Bare fordi Sasha "has gone abe-shit" og har tappet den sidste good will I havde hos Styx. Bare fordi Hegemoni Æget er noget værre noget & lugter grimt... Bare fordi den data I stjal fra DN i CL ikke er afkodet endnu... Bare fordi I er ved at løbe tør for visse nødvendigheder (alt!)...

Så behøver I da ikke være så negative! Det kan ende med VP! Slaget om DMZ'en er jo vundet! Genopbygningen på TV er jo i fuld gang. Og der kommer ikke flere faxkrævende flygtninge igennem via Six Sectors (pga. nogle få tusinde berserker zombier...)

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Post by Jaked_One » Tue 10 Feb 2009, 10:49:29

I hear Thunder, But there's no Rain.
This kinda Thunder breaks walls and windowpaint.

I hear Thunder, But there's no Rain.
This kinda Thunder breaks walls and windowpaint.

I hear Thunder, But there's no Rain.
This kinda Thunder breaks walls and windowpaint.

I hear Thunder, But there's no Rain.
This kinda Thunder breaks walls and windowpaint.

I hear Thunder, But there's no Rain.
This kinda Thunder breaks walls and windowpaint.

I hear Thunder, But there's no Pain.
This kinda Thunder breaks Walls and SHIVER-chains.


Traditional Painted Horse Prayersong.
Attributed to Saint Ark-Marley of TengSleng
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Post by Jaked_One » Wed 11 Feb 2009, 9:24:47

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16th UT Monarch Rapid Response Unit "Cold Hammer" with DAC-Unic.
In a "Code Red Beta"-type situation: Drunk Female On Mono-Station.
(Operations Camera 6.289 Sublevel 3 Evergreen Sector, UT)

With guys like these who needs SHIVERs...
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Post by Jaked_One » Sun 15 Feb 2009, 11:15:54

There are other regions responsible for making your brain the spiritual amusement park it can be: your thalamus plays a role, as do your frontal lobes. But it's your parietal lobe — a central mass of tissue that processes sensory input — that may have the most transporting effect.

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Post by JT » Mon 16 Feb 2009, 13:51:36

amusement doeth not cometh from acitivties in your braineth

it cometh from the discharge of your rifleth

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Post by Jaked_One » Tue 17 Feb 2009, 22:06:16

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CAF Removable 7.62 MB Drive: "Storing Loyally(tm)" since 897 SD!



(Hold så kæft og køb CAF!)
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Post by Jaked_One » Sun 22 Feb 2009, 0:11:32

... If the B-team had been a hiphop group...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaVf_yrq6Q0

It seems obvious, that the thing called Coke... Must be some kind of Uni...
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Post by Jaked_One » Fri 27 Feb 2009, 15:01:35

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Hvis vi nogensinde kommer til at mangle en skurk i SLA... SÅ CHEK DEN MANDS OVERSKÆG!
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Post by rasmus » Mon 09 Mar 2009, 23:16:42

plz tænk wetjacks mere ind i spillet tak ... ref. dollhouse and more hand-to-hand
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Post by Jaked_One » Tue 10 Mar 2009, 16:03:05

Bah! High Tech ist VERBODEN!

Du kan få et billede af Detlef V. i sit kontor:

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På bordet står der Drum og over spejlet hænger en nylon strømpe.
Når Linda Blue identificerer Detlef, som tyven, dør han langsomt.
Nice One Detlef!
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Post by GM » Tue 10 Mar 2009, 17:15:52

Jaked_One wrote:Image

Hvis vi nogensinde kommer til at mangle en skurk i SLA... SÅ CHEK DEN MANDS OVERSKÆG!
Han er jo med i en musikvideo haha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3 ... re=related
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Post by Jaked_One » Tue 10 Mar 2009, 22:54:00

... Han har... Ehr...

*LOL*

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Post by BZ » Mon 23 Mar 2009, 1:03:41

Sjovt som mange ting bare får en helt anden klang, når man spiller SLA.

F.eks. denne tilsyneladende uskyldige produktbeskrivelse fra det lokale el-selskab:
http://www.seas-nve.dk/Privat/Priser/Lo ... ftale.aspx

"Loyalitets-el"...?! Fantastisk navn; lidt ligesom det der østblok-/kommunisttrip med at ideologien skulle afspejles i ALT, selv den mest ligegyldige hverdagsaktivitet.
BZ var blevet træt af clickbait - du gætter ALDRIG hvad han så gjorde....

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Post by Jaked_One » Thu 26 Mar 2009, 11:27:43

Klasse fund Mix! Loyalitets El... Vand og Luft...

Her har I hvad Yusuf's Avatar fik med tilbage fra Gateway Isle. Sådan ser Avataren omgivelserne.

Welcome to Gateway Isle

A lone sickle-shaped isle, with its lagoon facing almost due east. The isle is situated in a tropical climate belt and is dominated by a mountain that rises from the northern part. The extending the southern tip a dilapidated bunker complex lies abandoned. It seems to be some kind of outpost, complete with radar towers and a small harbour. A sunken vessel sits on the bottom just east of the harbour.

No other landmass is visible.

The beaches are a dreamy white, dotted by palm analogues. The interior dominated by jungle, which creeps up two thirds of the mountain and reaches tentatively for the bunker complex.

The mountain is very steep and jagged, the gravity of the world being only 8/10’s standard. Only movement near the summit is caused by very large vulture analogues.

The sea is relatively salt and mostly clear: very large patches of greenish algae appear when it rains, but mostly a multitude of colourful fish analogues mill about the lagoon: a few of these being larger, the largest being mighty shark analogues. All are still gaily coloured though.

Birds vary from the massive vulture analogues near the peak, to smaller curious sea gull analogues near the sea and a very large/noisy group with common theme “brightly coloured small feathered coward” dominating the jungle foliage.

Insects are less common, a few large butterflies and red spiders are often present. But other than that there is only a large carrion fly with a characteristic drone. In the jungle soil a myriad of different worm analogues and millipedes composte the dead leaves.

The jungle is predominantly dark and smells of wet wood. The rustling of leaves is almost hypnotic – the noisy alarm calls of nesting birds are all that breaks the silence.

Lots of different fruits and parasitic fungi line the branches of the jungle. Most are edible if not tasty, some cause nausea or cramps. Very few are poisonous, but let those who ingest alien fungi beware.

Corals dominate the shallow waters, giving way to massive dark green algae-tubes as the dept increases.

There isn’t a single mammal, snake or lizard analogue to be found.

On nights after storms strange St.Elmo Fires parade about a mile out. They bob around, affecting the surface minimally.

The weather is fiercely tropical. Clear days are hot and picturesque. Rainy days are monsoon type calamities and when it storms the mountain shivers, lightning ravaging its sides. Subtle earthquakes and related mini tsunamis are weekly occurrences, but don’t really seem to bother the mountain. The jungle birds just fall silent for a while – but quickly forget why.

The sun burns bright and true, seeming a standard life-friendly G-type star. There are 3 visible moons, two larger ones and a smaller. The larger are yellowish and grey. The smaller is a dark green.
Tidal patterns are suitable irregular because of this.

The denseness of the stars in night skies suggest, that we are near the core of a galaxy: a starry night is a sparkling wonder to behold. Only on overcast nights it becomes truly dark.
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Post by Jaked_One » Wed 15 Apr 2009, 17:57:09

Referatet fra forrige gang. Tilføjelser og fejlrettelser modtages gerne.

“In the last days of the Grave Yard Age, the Seers, the Readers, the Heralds and the Light Weavers shall All be blinded, by hunger, by fear, by undbound senses and by utter consumption. In the Ruins of that cursed Age, the Spawn of the Warden-Keepers shall battle the Black Mans Minions, their corpses feeding only the Thinking Dead.”

Warden-Keeper Prophecy
Translatable part of the Zirkont Blade



After a “clear moment” by Yusef, the group realises, that “green door” from the DN’ Imbued’s readings is of great importance. Some how those who breach the green door get to Vespa Sector first. And this is of supreme importance.

But Glades Sector is faraway and hiring a Folding Prop proves difficult & expensive – but using Vermeris does the trick and the team ends up with the orange haired Sparks.

The team folds hard into an LUT Everglade tower, sent massively off mark by what Sparks calls “interference”. The top floors of this tower seems home to a few clubs and the team quickly finds a cargo elevator going down to the basements. The locals are drunk, high and civilian. Hitting the basement the team runs into a Kiestas outfit’s distribution site. The locally much feared “Los Tigras Negra” have the worst night of their entire existence. Their puny CAF and drug fuelled heroics no match for raw Belter might. The Belters quickly plunder the fallen and the local stores of canned goods. Belter thoroughness, LDT desperation and heavy weapons mix well.

Gaining entry into the walled up parking basement takes but a small amount of Detonex. But by now a DN Peoples rope are hot on the heels of the team. The basement is completely deserted and a quick recon gets the team to the green door. But enroute a DN PR team and their stealthy DAC-hounds need to be removed from the equation – The lightly armed PR team is no match for the concentrated firepower of Styx’ close support team, but a single lucky shot overloads Sasha’s shield. That could have killed.

And the room behind the door holds nothing – just a hole. It looks like that somebody with a neat high-tech sonic drill dug up from below: That’s 5 yards of maxicrete – not bad for a hand held device. Fearlessly – If not elegantly- the B-team climbs down the hole.

Below they find a parking complex, undisturbed for all these years – save for the maxicrete dust, that has cloaked everything in a fine blanket of grey. What ever drill used its no longer present and has left no sign, other than the hole & dust, of its passing. And that means high-tech in a big way.

As a part of the parking complex a DepTrans Logistics Depot is located in the back and the tracks lead there. Inside the scene of a crime has been preserved, behind the airtight gates of the depot. Ripping local workstations Detlef and KH find clues, that explain the mummified DepTrans workers with professional bullet groupings in their chests & heads and the burned out/half melted DepTrans truck in the loading bay. Slobodan drowe the smoking truck here – he exited the vehicle in the bay and methodically slaughtered all witnesses. Then he dragged a CorpMil crate from the wreckage and into the depot proper. Slobo is a big man, a Belter and mercilessly efficient killer – no way he could have cut off the heads of the Jönsson family. This man is a soldier – not given to bouts of sadism.

In the depot proper mummified DepTrans works line the halls and from a corner a strange bluish silvery light flickers. Here the heat from the crate finally caused Slobo to abandon the crate – it looks like a spill of mercury on the floor. Above it hovers a small silvery orb effortlessly – it emits a deep bass humming.



Approaching the orb in his armour Yusef is grapped by the Zirkont with in and it hauls it self out. From the small hovering sphere a dump truck sized Cosmic Horror emerges, its naked fingers straining the hyper compressed ceramsteel of Yusef’s armour. So much for Company Quality.

The Zee seems talkative and friendly and agrees to leave the area with the Belters, who suspects that Peoples Rope might be right outside the door. And they are almost right.

A PR striketeam lead by MASS Imbued Specialist Dieter Swartch blocks their way out of the DepTrans Depot. To their praise it should be mentioned, that the Zirkont causes them to retreat – to leave in an orderly almost military manner. The team flees into the towers still used parking basement, steal an SUV and drive towards the mono station. Job done.

In the dim light of the Chai Dai Street Lightning the Operatives sleep deservingly. While the mono humms deeply the strange silvery orb of the Zirkont awakens Detlef. It hovers in front of his face. His reflection distorted by its ripples. A tired operative, one of the last QZ Augurs known to man, stares miserably at the marvel of space-time manipulation. “Let me sleep”, he mutters – his aching, starved body craving sleep. The Zirkont , uncharacteristically, actually does as told.
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Post by Jaked_One » Fri 01 May 2009, 19:10:22

Rest Loyally: J. G. Ballard

Forfatteren som har været afgørende for en af de få vigtige "geografiske grænser" i SLA, de massive mure ind til de 5 Cannibal Sectors, er død.
I kender ham måske ikke, men hans enestående øje for misforholdet mellem civilisationens- og naturensstemme i individet er afgørende for SLA-universets karakterer og mere end et par af "klasseskellene".
Hans første "Verden under vand (1962)" er grundstenen for først Sector Cannibals/Carrien... Og en forbandet god SciFi.

Tak for hjælpen Mr. Ballard (SCL3A) .
DepPlot requests solemly that Operations grants You Peace. The fax has been sent.

Ballard anså mennesker for at være voldelige primater med anlæg for glimtvise udbrud af civilisation, som dog hurtigt viger, når vore primitive drifter igen vil hævde sig. For Ballard er mennesker som chimpanser, der har taget butterfly på og medvirker i et teselskab til ære for kameraerne. Vi ser nok charmerende og velfungerende ud, men der går ikke længe, før vi begynder at kaste kopperne i hovedet på hinanden og defækere på bordet.

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Post by Jaked_One » Thu 07 May 2009, 20:09:41

Referatet del 1!

"The Gravity of Evolution is War"
Truly Ancient Iln-Ulm Saying.
Represented by the Johanna Glyph "Unforced Will".


Garden Domes Reception Rewamped
The reception at Garden Domes Monostation is all but kind. Elsa would be disappointed. An SichDien Officer tells the team to relinquish their gear and weapons and to go directly to the office of SichDien Officer Liebermann for “reception & questioning.” With only 36 hours to Egg Entry the team hopes for a speedy process... Trusts in the efficiency of Arayan officers... Don't.

Clearly the situation in the GD has deteriorated. The entire monostation has become an Arayan refugee camp – but its still more "Arayan" than "refugee". Calm and order defines the place – but the presence of armed Arayan troopers is heavy and most adult look tired. And they are all in uniform: the grey of Waffen Gruppen, the brown of Stützen Gruppen, the blue of the Specieller Dienst Gruppen and the black of the respected Sicherheits Dienst Gruppen. As a sure sign of the climate all carry a weapon and a metal helmet. In their colourful streetwear, complete with prints of Company cartoon figures, the children look almost like another tribe entirely.

After seemingly endless waiting Liebermann arrives at his office, which is an old CorpMil container containing a desk, a chair, a sofa and a light bulb. For an Arayan officer he cuts a poor figure: balding, slightly overweight, sweating like a sector pig, chain smoking and obviously often sleeping in his ruffled uniform. He offers smokes, coffee and more than two hours of more or less meaningless questioning. He is obviously disturbed by their presence… Then some one mentions Styx and Liebermann leaves the team for another couple of hours.

And when he returns the talk is of SHIVER sgt. Pillage, who happens to sit in one of Liebermanns cells. The team insists to be taken there and that probably saved two lives… The cells of the SichDienst is a horrible affair in the partially flooded basements of the GD monostation and Pillage is clearly showing signs of torture – but Liebermann ignores it. By the looks of it Pillage is one of the more fortunate prisoners on the cell block… Strangely there are very few Johanna prisoners.

Not even freed from his chains Pillage mentions that they got Mengele down here too… and then things get a little complex. Liebermann insists never having heard about him until Yusuf says the name Bundtmann. Again Liebermann leaves the team, which tries to patch up Pillage... They have actively tried to kill the beefy SHIVER - but failed... Pillage's gleam in his eyes still the warriors, not the prisoners. His freedom surely a debt to be repaid the Belters in blood.

Fortunately time flows slowly in the dungeons and slaughter pens of the proud and efficient Arayan… When Liebermann returns there is but 21 hours till Egg time, but at least he contacted Bundtmann and he is coming over from another block.

Swayed by the relations to both Styx and GeSug Liebermann takes the team to see Mengele even deeper down in the complex. Mengele has been caught and accused of selling an explosive producing algae to the Johanna and has been treated worse for it. The team finds him in a torture induced coma, only his implants keeping him nominally alive… And when his body gave out the Arayan installed a wetjack in him… so they could continue their interrogations. Seeing his old friend and pusher Oberon makes the Belter choice –he ransoms the comatose Mengele for the nasty sum of 200.000 Unis. The team complies with little resistance – let the Arayan do what they need, Belters will always do what they must. Even Sasha coughs up the 100.000 he intended to pay Styx with, but at the same time he makes clear that Mengele now owes him at least 150.000 and that he better get out of his coma, ‘cause Sasha will be claiming interest and Olik will feel fatherly pride.

Crossing the between the domes Bundtman han his APC got stuck in traffic or rather hit a mine and got ambushed by Armoured Saint Regressivists. Liebermann quickly contacted the local ranking officer, strangely enough called The Admiral, and soon after the B-team was running around the local trench system crawling with ARS’es, kids strapped with explosives and mines. When they finally got to the APC Shasha simply stormed the 8 or 9 armed Johannas attacking the APC, cut them down and allowed Bundtmann and his crew to escape. As the team retreated towards GD monostation Blade called in mortar fire on the wrecked APC. Easy out , easy back in. But the clock just kept ticking.

Now there was less than 16 hours to Egg Time.

Yusef took tings into his own hands, went to the Admiral and negotiated some kind of truce. He explained their predicament and asked for a place to enter the Sphere in peace and security. Bundtmann and the Admiral quickly agreed and secured a sickbay. Prior to entering the team was hooked up with monitoring gear and given a solid meal. A nervous Pillage watched the proceedings.

The Admiral pulled Oberon aside and asked for a favour: he wanted a substantial rapport on all that transpired Sphere-side. Seeing the need to answer the extended Arayan hospitality Oberon agreed. Better that than waking up wetjacked like Mengele.

Meanwhile DW asked one of the Admirals bodyguard, the so called Praetors, to hypontise him to remember an image. An image of DW in an armoured vest holding a rifle. Reluctantly the Preator agreed.

And then it was time to enter the Egg.

The Gateway Isle (again)...
The blinking team arrived in the lagoon and waded to the beach. The change of scenery absolute: clear skies, warm sun and the abundance of life: colourful tropical fish and their airborne noisy counterparts. From the beach the the tanned pregnant teen girl Gateway Isle waved them into the jungle. Hardly had she greeted them before the Zirkont appeared, exactly like massive dump trucks never teleport in. GI panicked and disappeared in a blinding blue chaos into the depths of the woods. The Zirkont looked slightly puzzled and mumbled something about “Damned Plasmoids, they get in every where.” Oberon just stood there mouth agape. He thought he saw a myriad of blue shining tentacles emerge from the sex of the pregnant teen and forcible drag her? into the woods. He felt like retching. The small jungle birds were strangely silent during the entire debacle – a quick vote amongst them decided, that they couldn’t intimidate the Zirkont – not even with their numbers, not even a little. Big Zee babbled something about Hegemony Rules, Unity of the Eggs and the massive need to learn in order to escape the Egg. As the Zirkont seemed leaving Obie regained the ability to speak and asked the Cosmic Invader Dump Truck: “would you do me a favour, please kind CIDT? Would you please go to the Man in the Stone Garden and tell him, that I have no intention of honouring my pledge to that cannibalistic, insane, son-of-a-radsick-nomadinfested-goat-bitch-sorcerer-demon, please?” Oberon blinked, the young Belter fearing the Zirkont’s certain counter favour. It just shrugged most alienly and said: “sure, cool.” (A statement often misrepresented by the Johanna glyph " Much Wanted Destiny). Then it simply ceased to be within the range of the Belter’s feeble senses and the reality intruding reach of the Hegemony's Egg.

The team nodded solemly, clearly Obie had a good grip at dealing with highly evolved alien monsters: a good, clean demon snupping deal!

Way To Go Obie!

The team turned and follwed the trail of broken branches of the fleeing GI into the jungle. They found “her” covering near a small stream. She told that she was actually a Plasmoid and that she was just hiding with in a droid, that look like the body of a teen girl, out of practicalities. Oh, and that everything the Zirkont said about Plasmoids was true. The race has a bit of a relations management problem. But no matter, she directed the team towards a nearby cave and they entered, enjoying the cool calm of the mountains embrace.

And from there they stepped out on a ripe if untended cornfield, to be greeted by the cooling wind and the almost warming sun of autumn. A murder of crows took flight from the field, their harsh voices the teams only welcome to the cursed land of Novogorsk, south of the abandoned city of Bresk.

And like Kadath before her, Bresk had fallen to an enemy within. And I mean that as in... bodily with in...

Walk proud young Belters! Dynamik Spedaskograd!
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Post by rasmus » Fri 08 May 2009, 4:09:26

well done storyteller
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Post by Jaked_One » Fri 08 May 2009, 9:34:20

Takker,

Jeg er desværre nød til at poste resten i punktform. Jeg når næppe at få det skrevet ud inden jeg rammer toget.

Der var jo vildt meget gang i den sidst. :D

The Wahllendorf Farmhouse, Novogorsk 248 after first landing.

Environs, Climate and mood!

The scrounging and those yellow and orange tarp-like sacks.

YO falling off the roof, spraining his ancle.

The car, the gun and the wardrobe.
Off in a northern direction towards the bigger farmhouse.

The Romanov Farmhouse
The old veteran and his merry goats.
Conversations over cabbage
The Stars above: The Myrmidons Belt (Far, far away from home)
The exchange of gifts: information and bullets for flies.
The Exodus from Urth following the CW.
The UAN-arkships
The Transhuman Wars
The Hegemony does not approve of Transhumans
The Collective Wars
The Great World Peace
The Infection
The Cullings
Infector Mechanics

The rare patrols & the near environs
The almost naked black girl hiding in the bushes

Leaving the Romanov Farmhouse

The Row of abandnoned cars, forsed off the road into the ditch
Scavenger hunt and the Infector that jumps YO.

A brief fight and more running after KH.
Shotgun vs. Infector 4-0
YO’s new shirt design

The No. 31 Grain Silos
The faraway contact
The contact with Mth.-Lt. Iliana and her wounded
The “capture” of Yuri.

The conversion of the War Trabby to War Train Trabby

The Train Stock Yard No. 11.

Breaking & Entering
The dead railworker, his pistol and the locked door.

The Stock Yard proper – the song of the Nomad
The Infector Bag Man
Graced by a bullet spewing infectors.
Controlled Flight

The Nomad Drones & Infectors at the fence

The very first Comandeering of Novogorsk Workhorse Engine No.311

The Surfer at the Tower
The walk into the small hamlet
The song form the general store
The Knapsack at the tower
OB scans the country side: The city, the fire, the ship and the big black bird.

The Attack on Engine No.311
Southern Collective Deserters?, Straglers?
Beating up KH.
The stealth approach over the wild fields.
DV lighting a fire while shot at,
The Rest closing like sharks
Tombstone vs. SC Troops
The rifleman shot first, the fleeing soldier shot in the back.
OB gets his first rifle.

Entering the suburbs

Entering the grave of minds
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Post by Jaked_One » Wed 20 May 2009, 21:53:30

The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.

Creative Manifest of DepPlot
Attributed to Tee-Pain of Reason, noted Urth Ultra Progressivist
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Post by Jaked_One » Thu 02 Jul 2009, 21:58:03

Identity is a dream that is pathetically absurd. You dream of being yourself when you have nothing better to do. You dream of yourself and gaining recognition when you have lost all singularity. Today we no longer fight for sovereignty or for glory, but for identity. Sovereignty was a mastery; identity is merely a reference. Sovereignty was adventurous; identity is linked to security (and also to the systems of verification which identify you). Identity is this obsession with appropriation of the liberated being, but a being liberated in sterile conditions, no longer knowing what he is. It is a label of existence without qualities. Now, all energies--the energies of minorities and entire peoples, the energies of individualisms--are concentrated today on that derisory affirmation, that prideless assertion: I am! I exist! I'm called so-and-so, I'm Loyal!

A hopeless affirmation, in fact, since when you need to prove the obvious, it is by no means obvious... Nothing can change this and thus The Company FAILS!


Pawlow R. Styx, Corp-Mil Captain-Specialist.
After his 3rd Sentencing for Progression-Crime & Willed Subversion 881SD
DepCoPo Sanctioned Recording: Not for Public Use
There is inherently no silver bullet...

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Post by Jaked_One » Wed 15 Jul 2009, 14:34:00

For Your Loyal Listening Pleasure:

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There is inherently no silver bullet...

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Post by JT » Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:03:54

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"A problem well stated is half solved."

Charles F. Kettering

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Post by Jaked_One » Fri 18 Sep 2009, 12:27:26

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Red Dynamo Says:
Humans & TransHumans Unite! The Nomad must DIE!
There is inherently no silver bullet...

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