BadSamaritan

It really boils down to 'The guy who prepares and loads the trucks'.

Vagina Smoothies? I laughed....

Assistant Supervisor of Technical Logistics and Transportation Management.

Well, I rarely use it for the web browser, although it is a very nice thing to have when I need to check email and such and I am not near one of the several computers I use on a daily basis. But for the most part, I play MP3s on it at work to keep my mind busy, and avoid having to listen to the mewlings of the poor schmucks that work under me, and to keep in touch with people via long phone calls and constant text messaging.

I have a Nokia E70. I can do so much with it, it blows my mind, and the mind of anyone within a 3 block radius of me. Best damned phone ever created, screw Steve Jobs and his iPhone BS.

We couldn't post before? Defender and I could not, no.

Can we post again? is it true?

I laughed. I cried. THen I laughed some more. Offensive or not, its still funny.

Today, after several years of failing health, the father of the RPG passed away. Most well known for co-authoring the famous game known as Dungeons and Dragons, he also helped form TSR Inc, a well known gaming company. Thanks to Gary, we have hundreds of different RPG systems in the world, and more being created each year. We also have many many collectable card games, such as Magic: The Gathering, Star Wars and Star Trek card games, the Pokemon card game, and a few other lesser known games. If it were not for Mr. Gygax, roleplaying as we know it would not exist. Thank you for that, sir. And may all your dice in heaven roll High when needed, and low when needed.

I scored a heigt of 6315, but only a distance of 96503

Actually, the storyline for Babylon 5 is actually really really good if you watch it all. Its like DS9, where it starts out as just random adventures aboard and in the B5 universe, and then slowly moves into the steady storyline involving the 'First Ones' and the massive war between a overly corrupt earth, Babylon 5 and her allies, and the increasingly violent Shadow and Vorlon species. There are many underlying messages about military dictatorships, religions, freedoms of all beings, and several other little things. All in all, one of the few REALLY good sci-fi series to come out in the 90s.

I am.... Kosh A reclusive seer shrouded in riddles, you reveal very little and only what is deemed congruent with your plans. Understanding is a three edged sword. Your side, their side, and the truth. http://www.tk421.net/character/kosh.jpg

There is a distinct reason behind this. Ever since books about the EU have been written, we have been dropped hints about the Clone Wars that made it seem just awesome. The Old Republic had a strong military, made up largly of clones that eventually either went insane, or rebelled bringing about the Clone Wars. The Jedi were not everywhere, but were common peacekeepers that worked for both the Senate, local governments, and the military when they were needed, but had absolutely no qualms about kicking butt and taking names when they thought it was needed. Coruscant was the brain of the Old Republic, but Alderaan was the soul that everyone looked to for guidance. The Senate wasn't a bunch of nitwits that could be duped into forming an Empire, but was massively corrupt and prone to bad decisions. Lucas' version of the Clone wars is really nothing more than a Civil war. The Old Republic had to use clones for their military, as they didn't really have one to begin with, which is just short of completely unbelievable. The Jedi were turned into a bunch of tools there were being used at every turn by the Sith, were overly worried about interfereing to much, and were more worried about a prophecy than ending the war. Alderaan took a backseat to Naboo as the planet to look to for moral guidance. And they made the Senate outside of a few people look like complete idiots that could be duped into believing anything. See the massive difference in badassery?

Overall, the only Star Trek movie I want to see come out is one having to deal with Deep Space 9. I hated the last series with a passion, and Voyager came to a beautiful end, leaving next to no room for a movie there. But the final episodes of DS9 left a few things unanswered, which is just enough for a movie. Finally watched Transformers, and that movie was a disgrace to the original series. They screwed up Bumblebee and Optimus, ruined any chance at a good sequal, and left out so many Autobots and Decepticons that I almost cried.

All in all, we pretty much have beaten every topic into the ground that would last for more than a half-dozen posts. You can only scrounge up so many topics before you have to realise that we have talked about it all. I think a lot of people lurk around waiting for the next new discussion to pop up, or the latest story post in the Story forums. Hell, even the RP forums are pretty much dead now. Eventually, however, someone will throw us a bone and give us something new to discuss. Until then we must be like the Sith, and simply wait for the right moment.

All in all, very nicely done. I like the whole viewpoint of the game being displayed via Holonet news.

Why is it when I read that, the first thing that popped into my mind was 'he downloads tentacle porn'? Because lord knows that is some funny stuff to watch.

Overall, I like most of the new layout. But what I do not like, however, is that there is no real devider line between one persons post, and the next so it all seems to flow together making it a bit harder to read for me.

Sadly, this election will be a clusterf*ck of republicans stabbing themselves in the back and screwing themselves, Democrats trying to decide who woudl screw up our country less, and Independents liek myself deciding if Harvey Birdman or Skeletor deserves my write-in vote more. And here is why. Conservative Republicans dislike McCain, for several reasons. So much so, that they are actually talking about running a third party canidate instead of actually trying to win. Why? Because they think that by doing so, they will HELP the Democrats win, and in four years, be able to retake the Whitehouse because they believe that the majority of US voters will by then realise how bad a job Clinton or Obama have done. However, by doing so, they risk losing the conservative majority on the Supreme Court as more than one Judge on the court is due for retirement soon, and they are banking that Obama or Clinton will do a bad job, which they may be wrong about. On the Democrats side, you have Obama, who while charismatic, lacks the overall experience to be an effective president. Clinton on the other hand, has the expereince, but votes with the Democratic party line so hard that she will struggle to get anythign accomplished other than making herself look like a fool over the course of four years. In the end, I think McCain will barely win it. But after four years, he will get ousted from the WHitehouse in a easy win for the Democrats when the Republican party tears itself apart trying to prevent him from winning yet again.

Pash shook his head, and then looked up to Han carefully, a look of determination on his face. "No. I am sorry sir, but there is no way I am going to trust the lives of my pilots to him." he said, and Han sighed. "Pash, I know you are not happy about this. But he is one of the few people that can get this job done. You know that." Han said, and Pash stood up. "I know that sir. That still does not change the fact that he is a smuggler, a pirate, and not to mention wanted across most of the galaxy these days for many many reasons." he said, and Booster stood up from the other side of the table, seeming to be oddly comfterable in his new Generals uniform. "Most of the New Republic leadership was once the same way, are you saying you would not have followed them?" he asked, and Pash shook his head. "I woudl have followed them, becuase they were wanted by the Empire. You are wanted by the Empire, and many Republic worlds for crimes that far surpass what the rebellion ever did." he said, and Booster let out a powerful bark of a laugh before looking over to Han. "He has a point. You mayhave to pull rank on him." he said, but Han raised his hands carefully and shook his head. "Oh no, he is a General just like I am. You have to convince him. I don't feel like going all the way to Ackbar just to pull rank." Han said, and Pash looked over to Han carefully. "Ackbar knows about this? And he approves?" he asked, and Han slowly nodded. "I have told him about all personel changes, so yes. How else would I have gotten the Venture cleared to go to Sluis Van for an overhaul?" he said, and Pash sighed a bit before looking over to Booster. "So, you get to destroy Republic Hardware, and risk Republic lives, and get a shiney new Destroyer as payment? Seems like a bad trade to me." he said, but Booster shook his head. "No, the Venture will be joining us once she is up to fighting shape. And by that time, we will be needing her, as I plan to raise as much hell as I can until we get her to back us up." he said, but Pash shook his head. "No, I still don't like it. This goes against far to many regulations, to many rules. My father will have your ship impounded and commisioned in the Navy before he lets you keep it anyways." he said, and Booster smiled and then looked around carefully. "The Venture will always be mine. As far as he knows, the Eternal Dream will be getting a much needed refit for front line duty. Which is true, considering its now part of a debris feild several systems from here." he said, and Pashs' eyes sharpened quickly. "You would use the name of a ship that died protecting the galaxy from the Empire? Thats low, Solo. Even for desperate times." he said, and Han nodded slowly. "I know. But just because Ackbar approves, does not mean your father will not try to give me trouble for this. Also, because you now know the intricate parts of this plan, you are now sworn to secrecy about it. This mission is top secret." he said, and Pash sighed a bit, and looked back and forth between them. "I may not approve of this, but now I can't really see any other choice. Booster, I will go along with this. But if at any point I think you are endangering any of us foolishly, you have my word that I will pull my fighters out and head to Sluis Van to personally vape this ship." he said, and Booster suddenly got a very hard look to his face. "You do that boy, and I assure you that not even your father will be able to protect you from me." he said, and Pash walked over to him and nodded. "Good. Just so long as we understand each other. I will go tell my pilots to pack their fighters, and write their goodbye letters. I hope we will not need them." he siad, and Booster nodded. "As do I, general." Booster said, and he watched as Pash turned smartly and marched out of the room. Booster then turned to Han and raised his eyebrow. "Ackbar? He woudl never approve of me taking your ships." he said, and Han shrugged his shoulders. "I told Ackbar that the man in charge of this operation has large experience in using guerilla warfare, leading forces with limited resources, and took part in the Thyferra campaign. He assumed I was speaking of Wedge, and I just failed to correct him." he said, and Booster chuckled a bit. "And by the time he finds out, we will be buried behind enemy lines, and you will be unable to recall us. Very smuggler of you Solo. Good to see you still have it in you." he said, and Solo chuckled. "Oh, I still have a few tricks up my sleaves. Not the least of which is smuggling you to the front lines, and your toy here into Sluis Van." Han said, and Booster nodded. "Well, thats good to hear. But I need to transfer to my new command. And you need to get back to work, because my sources tell me the Imps are planning something big again, along with Kayne and his CSA ghost ships." he said, and Han nodded. "Thanks for the heads up. Good luck to you Booster, you will need it." Han said, and he walked out of the room quickly. After he walked out, Booster walked over to a comm unit on the wall. "Ek, let everyone know the plans. Code four is in effect till you get back to me. Get everyone who is renting space off the ship, and call back all our friends. We will need all our people on this ship once she is under way." he said, and he heard the growl come back from his current bridge commander, a elderly Togorian who spoke very little basic, but ran a tight ship. "You got it. Get the uniforms out." Booster said, and he sighed, looking down at the uniform he was now wearing. "Even if they do look like Bantha crap."

Pash Cracken stared out the canopy of his starfighter, and he watched the trio of new cruisers move in formation to join up with the rest of General Solos' force. He flew his starfighter closer to the vessels, admiring their lines, and noting where the gun emplacements were on the hull, along with launch bays for starfighters. As he did so, he heard a voice come over the comm, and he snapped his mind back into where it shoudl have been. "What class are those ships, sir? Never seen one before" came the voice, and Pash smiled. The voice was from Kav'Ch, the latest addition to his rebuilt squadron. A relatively green pilot from Ryloth, he had scored high enough in the sims for Pash to have givien him the chance to be in his squadron. But Pash had a feeling he woudl have to school Kav on some of the rarer vessels that were making their way into the fleet. "Those are Nebulon-H cruisers, top of the line from Kuat. They are also our new home, so get to know them." Pash said, and he went back studying the ships carefully. Far longer than the elderly Nebulon-B frigates that had been the backbone of many rebel and New Republic taskforces early on in the war, these vessels erased many of the problems that had plagued their older brothers, including the spine that was a favorite target for larger vessels on both sides. It also held more starfighters than the -Bs, and had a far more powerful weapons package. But what had bothered Pash about the ships was the fact that for the most part, they lookid like they had been built by the Mon Cals, because of their overall ovoid shape and smooth hulls. Pash felt that wold cause Imperial vessels to pour more fire into the ships, causign them to die just as fast as the older versions. But for now, he could only hope he was wrong. "General Cracken, please bring your flight in for the briefing, and to meet your mission commander. He is getting impatient." came another voice, and Pash smiled a bit. "As ordered, General Solo. Clear the bays, we are coming in hot." Pash responded, and he turned his A-wing hard to port, and goosed the engines to the max. Flying fast over the hulls of the new frigates, he lef his flight towards the Star destroyer than had arrived a few hours before the Frigates. Another relatively new vessel, it had just been transferred to Solos' command from elsewhere in the fleet. but as Pash approached the mighty vessel, he noticed that many of the weapons banks sat empty, and a few of the turrets he did see looked worn out and heavly modified. "Eternal Dream, this is General Cracken Alpha flight requesting clearance to land." Pash called, and after a moment a voice came back, but spoke in broken common, and far harsher than he would expect from a Naval bridge. "Alpha flight, you cleared to land in main bay, wherever you can find room. Watch the paint." the voice said, and Pash frowned a bit. He would have to have a talk with the landing bay commander about whoever that was. But as Pash guided his starfighter into the main bay, his eyes widened at what he saw. Instead of a fighter bay filled with top of the line starfighters and mechanics working on them, the bay was filled with run down freightors of various types, and the fighter racks were mostly empty, outside a squadron of uglies and a few random X- and Y-wings. "Sir, what kind of ship is this?" Kav asked, and Pash sighed gently as he moved his fighter to land in a corner that seemed to have enough room for his flight. "A special kind. Keep your sidearm on you at all times, and hide your credits. This will be an experience." Pash said, and in the back of his mind, he had to ask himself was Solo was thinking bringing this ship anywhere near the front lines. http://www.rpggamer.org/shippics/nebulonh.jpg ********************************************************** Corran studied the landscape of the planet they were flying over carefully, and he felt his hope of escape sinking quickly. The entire world seemed more dead than anything esle. There was an atmosphere of sorts, but he landscape was seemingly void of life. but as they had flown down, he had spotted several cities that looked long since dead. "In case you were wondering, their was once life on this world. Whoever they were, they wiped themselves out centuries ago in a massive war. The cities you see are the only remnants left of their species. The bio-weapons they used actually managed to kill every living thing on the planet." the man said, and Corran nodded. "I assume the world is safe to inhabit again though?" he asked, and the man nodded. "Oh yes. The atmosphere is clean, and breathable by humans. All traces of the bio weapons have long since vanished. But the soil is simply dead, so no plant or animal life can survive here. It is the only world that we know of where an indigenous species randered their own world completely dead." he said, and Corran nodded. After a few more minutes, Corran noticed a massive installation in the distance, and he motioned towards it. "That looks like it doesn't belong here." he said, and th man nodded. "You are correct. We built that, then abandoned it. It is desgined to look like a failed mining installation, which is what records on several worlds will tell you. Along with the fact that there are no deposits of valuable minerals on the world worth mining, and that the world is under a level 7 quarantine due to biological threats. Not even pirates come here anymore. So it is perfect for Delta." he said, and Corran looked over to him carefully. "That is the second time you have said that name. Who is Delta?" he asked, and the man looked oer to him. "Delta is Admiral Pellaeons top secret intelligence agency, not to mention his elite bodygaurds. We are not part of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, nor are we part of the Imperial fleet. We operate independently from both, and work with neither unless is suites our needs. We mostly ensure that the Moffs stay in line, and we keep tabs on New Republic fleet movements from within the fleet itself." he said, and Corrans head snapped around when he heard that. "You hae agents in the fleet itself?" he asked, and the man almsot laughed. "Of course. Just like you have agents in ours. All is fair in love, war, and Intelligence gathering." he said, and he then moved to look out the windscreen once again. "Of course, assuming you make it back to the Republic, anything you tell them about this place will send them in circles trying to locate it. We have hidden this long from them, so i am fairly certain we can hide longer." he said, and Corran nodded. "I figured as much. If you hadn't thought that, you never woudl have told me all of that. Or, you don't expect me to live through whatever you have planned for me." Corran said, and the man shrugged his shoulders. "Either way, we remain safe. But I do hope you survive all of this. I have followed the Rogues for years, and I am a rather large fan of them. I woudl hate for them to lose you." he saidk, and Corran turned to look at him carefully. "YOU are serious." he said, and the man nodded his head. "Of course I am. Just because we are enemies, does not mean we cannot respect each other. Not stap in, we are about to start the landing approach." he siad, and Corran moved to the back of hte small shuttle and sat down in the chair there, noting that from here he coudl not see out the viewport, and woudl be unable to even identify where the entrance to the base was

It retails for 0$ in the world wide web. Why do people actually pay for movies anyways? Not like its hard to find them all online.

(Editors note: First and foremost, Blizzard can go fuck itself for ever making that abortion of an MMO called World of Warcraft. That game ate my soul for well over a year, and I am finally free of it. Secondly, a certain friend of mine is now paying the price of his idiocy for taking all my notes, and ruining most of them. And finally, lets get this show on the god damned road!!) Wedge looked over the proposal, and then sighed a bit, a smile on his face. He looked up from all the datapads, and acorss his small desk to Han, who had watched him read them for almost an hour. "You are serious about this. You want to break part of the fleet off, send it into Imperial territory, and leave them wihtout any support except for what they can steal?" he asked, and Han nodded. "Exactly. Straight on tactics are wearing us out, and the Imps are getting bolder. We need to get them looking over their shoulders again. This is the best way to do it." he said, and Wedge looked down and picked up a single data pad. Looking it over again, he looked back over to Han. "You sure about these ships though? They are brand new, right out of the yards. If we lose them, the Council will have your head. Not to mention it will be a while before we get anymore, with the shape Kuat is in." he said, and Han shrugged his shoulders. "And? Who else are they going to find to lead the fleet? Oksvald is running scared from the CSA fleet, Ackbar is tied up on Coruscant dealing with the senate, Iblis and the First fleet are moving to deal with some issue in the Koornatch. I am the only person they have really to handle the whole fleet." he said, but Wedge shook his head. "Han, there are more and a handful of Admirals in the fleet that would love to take a stab at running this. You are hiding something, aren't you?" he asked, and Han sighed. "I am, but that is not your concern. On the record, at least. off the record, the Council trusts me because I am one of the few commanders they have that will do what I have to do without caring about how my name comes out. No matter what happens, I will always be Han Solo, hero of the Rebellion." he said, and Wedge nodded slowly. "The council wants you, because you remain clearheaded about the final picture, no matter if getting us there can get a bit... ugly." he siad, and Han nodded carefullly. "You got it, basically. My tactics may be risky, but I use them because I know that they must be done. A green commander will try and impress the Council by winning outright, which will not win this war right now." he said, and Wedge leaned back in his chair. "You intend for this to be a suicide mission?" he asked, and Han pointed at him carefully. "Wedge, you know how I hate that phrase. If anything, I want a commander in charge that knows how to play this game. One that will keep the force alive and moving long enough to cause trouble." he said, and Wedge sighed. "I'll pack my stuff." he said, but Han shook his head again then then stabbed the finger into the desk they sat at. "No, you will stay right here, running the Rogues and helping me. The guy I am bringing in stays off the radar quite well. And he knows how to command. " Hand said, and he slowly stood up. "Who is it?" Wedge asked, and Han smiled a bit. "Once he gets here, you will know. He is the kind of guy to demand attention. Just look at his...." Han stopped, and then chuckled a bit before continuing on. "Yacht. Lets go with that." He said, and he turned to walk out of the room. As he was about to leave, Wedge suddenly stood up, and shook his head. "Han, you are not bringing in who think you are, right?" he asked, and Han turned to him and smiled. "Of course not. Just tell yourself I am putting Lando in charge." he said, and Wedge simoply sighed, and sat back down. He placed his head in his hands, and shook his head slowly. ************************************************************* Corran looked around carefully, studying his surroundings. He knew this was not how things were supposed to work. He shoudl have been in a small cell, in prisoners uniform, awaiting interrogation. Instead, he found himself in what looked like standard imperial quarters. Granted, there was nothing more than a small bed and a fresher station to keep clean, but it still wasn't a cell. He wasn't even sure of how long he had been here, as he had been out cold since ejecting since the last battle, and had no memories of anything since then. But most disturbing was his new appearence. His hear had been cut to more imperial standards, and he was clothed in a sort of Imperial uniform he could not identify. But most oddly, Whistler was with him, albeit deactivated. He was simply at a loss as to what was going on, but he certainly hoped that he would get answers soon. Quietly, the door opened, and Corran stood up, unsure of what to be expecting. As he watched, two helmetless Stormtroopers entered and flanked the door. After a few seconds, another man entered, wearing the same uniform that corran found himself wearing. The man looked him over for a moment, and then nodded. "Lieutenant Korvash, follow me to the bridge if you will." the man said, and he turned and walked out of the room. When Corran failed to follow him, the man looked back into the room, and pointed to him. "Let me repeat myself. Lieutenant Korvash, follow me to the bridge. That is your name until further notice. Understood?" he asked, and corran slowly nodded, quite at a loss for words. As he walked out into the hallway, he once again began studying his surroundings. The hallways looked like the standard hallways from any Imperial ship, but each of the doorways seemed to be under a sort of lockdown. "I will keep this brief. You are aboard the Imperial vessel Shadowburn. However, we are not part of the Imperial fleet at this point in time. We are attached to a section of the Empire known only as Delta. And as of late, we call ourselves imperials by name only. We managed to steal you away from the Admirals interrogators for reasons which you shall soon know." he said, and Corran quickly took this information and churned it in his head quickly. "You are no longer Imperials, but don't wish to defect. A revolutionary group?" Corran asked, but the man shook his head. "No. We are loyal to Pellaeon. But not the Empire. There is a difference." he said, and Corran nodded. Thoughts swirled through his head, and he wondered if perhaps the Empire was not as united as they had thought. But before he could ask another question, the man stopped, and turned to look at him carefully. "Listen carefully. You ar here for a reason. If you resist, or try to escape, my men will shoot you down, and we will send you back to standard Imperial Intelligence. We tell you what you need to know, when you need to know it. Follow these rules, and we will see to it that you make it back to your wife alive, assuming circumstances allow. Understood?" the man asked, and Corran nodded, finding his mind suddenly whirling with thoughts. After seeing him nod, the man turned, and walked through a door to what was obviously the bridge. Corran followed, and looked around carefully. He could tell know that he was aboard a Carrack clas cruiser, thanks to the cramped and oddball bridge layout. After he took in the sights of the bridge for a moment, he noticed that all the crew members were wearing the same uniform that he was. As he looked around, a man at one post looked up, and spoke quickly. "Captain, we are coming up on Home Six. Reversion in thirty." the man said, and the man who had brought Corran to the bride nodded. "Excellent. Once we revert, follow course seven-oh-oh-six-one, and transmit package Alpha-Four." He said, and the man turned to Corran and smiled a bit. "What you are about to see, no member of the New Republic has ever seen, nor have they ever heard of it. You should feel honored. " he said, and the man tunred back to the viewport. After a moment, Corran nodded, and took a step forwards. "I will, once I know what is going on, sir." Corran said, and the man turned to look at him again carefully. "You catch on very quickly. it is best that you treat me that way until we get you settled in a bit more." he said, and the man turned back to the viewport. After a few more minutes, the ship reverted back to realspace, and Corran stared out of the viewport, looking out at the world in front of them. It seemed to be devoid of life, but judging on every other part of this trip was more than it seemed, he doubted that the world was uninhabited. "Lieutenant, welcome to your new home." the man said, and Corran nodded. "Thank you, sir. I certianly hope I enjoy it." Corran responded, and then man chuckled a bit. "I doubt you will. But it is for the best. Now, Lets get to the shuttlebay. I need to introduce you to your new CO within the hour. He will debrief you on where we are in this situation." the man said, and he turned to leave the bridge. Corran followed smartly, and let the man lead the way out of the bridge. As he did so, Corran had to wonder what was going to happen next.

This here be a screenie picture of some of deh in-game footages from this upcoming vid' gamer thing called Soul Calibre the Fourth, or some such. http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2008/01/sc4-darth-yoda.jpg Just thought y'all would like to see it.

Best Movies: 3:10 to Yuma, Benders Big Score Best Music: Hard to say, I listen to older stuff most of the time. Best Console Game: Halo 3 Best PC game: Orange Box Worst Movie: Superman: Doomsday Worst Music: Anything promoted by MTV Worst Console Game: Lair Worst PC Game: You Are Empty (Already a contender for worst game of the Decade, of not ever)