DarthTofu

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081023/ap_on_sc/sci_scotch_tape_surprise

Plus I think it falls under the category of "Old Star Wars Games No One Plays Anymore," which already exists. That's where we've shoved games such as KOTOR and Dark Forces, both of which had far bigger followings.

Arrrrgh! Nooooooooooooooooooo! I am not a fan of MMORPGs. I like my normal RPGs. No social interaction beyond killing random beggars and guards and paying my fines and such. Grr.... *Actually bothers to look through the site* ... Force-dammit. Now I'm going to have to shell out some cash for a MMORPEG. That's just way too cool-looking to pass up. Somebody finally chose to do a picture of many Jedi fighting at once with that sacking of Coruscant picture. Edit: So I spotted the Legacy of the Force symbol again. It appears to be a generic Jedi Order symbol, given that we've spotted it both here and in the animated Clone Wars series and in- where are we now? 40 ABY?

... and if you get RebED and give yourself some severe handicaps, the game can challenge you throughout. I recall hearing about how someone was kicked out of the Sesswenna sector while playing as the Imps and had to fight to take it back- sounded like a difficult game to me! Come to think of it, I still want to try to make a Yuuzhan Vong TC....

I'll go ahead and agree with mad on this one- Carrie got pretty bad looking with age. The photos on the article are just very flattering.

We're scraping down to 2.88 a gallon down in Florida. I need to fill up while it's down... Edit: Like, officially.

Oh yeah. I played as Rebels and thought I was doing pretty good. I had a MonCal cruiser, some Neb-Bs and I was starting to roll out my B-wings. And then the Empire showed up with the AI Superfleet with 3 SSDs and a mess of other capital ships. I did get to see the Rebel Lose Game movie at least... 3 SSDs? That's more than I ever got to see; the biggest fleet I ever saw the AI produce was the one around Coruscant my first game. They had an SSD, maybe three or four ISDs, plus a couple of VSDs and, like, twelve Carracks. Plus the usual assortment of 3,000 TIE variants or so. I assumed that the defenses would be way more formidable, so I sent in everything I had, including my home base defense fleet (turns out the Rebel home base can be sabotaged- who knew?).... I had something north of two hundred ships there. It was a slaughter.

Did anyone not get frustrated and confused with their first try?

The rain made a heavy drumming pattern on the plates of my armor, but the water left no mark upon the coating of ash and blood that coated it. I remained a black silhouette of a figure. I sat on the roof of the Crematorium and shut my eyes. It was a stupid move and I knew it- if a Vong patrol saw me, they'd probably throw a thud bug or two my way. But it was dark outside, it was raining, and I was short to start with- when I tucked my legs into my chest and sat against a dark background I looked like nothing so much as another lump of garbage. Even if I could be picked out, I probably looked like a burnt corpse. I certainly felt like one. Micus's blaster attack had left my nerves a bit raw, and the body checks I'd taken hadn't come without bruises. As much protection as my armor offered, it did nothing to negate the overall force of a blow. My HUD gave a small beep and I checked the rear view on my helmet- Omen had come up behind me. Her lightsaber wasn't in hand, but mine were on my blasters in a heartbeat. I didn't draw them, but I kept them at the ready, kept myself prepared to dodge at any second. Omen took no notice of me, however. She simply sat herself down cross-legged. Her clothing was dark, dyed that way. It seemed natural for her- it went well with her features, with her black hair. She seemed to drift into something resembling a trance. I briefly contemplated killing her, but determined that it was a bad idea. Hohass wouldn't like it, nor would Igens. I could probably kill them both with relative ease, but that would do nothing more than waste the charges in my pistols and leave me without resupply runs from the New Republic smugglers. I relaxed my grip grudgingly and stood to leave. I actually pressed off against the ground with the heel of my left hand, a sign to her that I was showing trust. I doubt she caught it. As I walked to the hole I'd clambered up through, she spoke. "Wait a second." Her voice contained a certain amount authority and Hapan egotism to it, but it didn't contain as much as it might. There was malice in her words, but it was masked, shielded. She was trying to keep herself in check. She stood from her stance and rainwater dripped from her ridiculously long hair. "We have to work together. As it stands, you don't like Jedi. I'm not a Jedi. You don't know anything about me." I shook my head and took another step toward the hole. "I don't like Force users. I don't care what you call yourself- if you mess around with powers like that, I don't like you. End of story." "Not the end of the story." An invisible hand gripped me at around the midsection. It wasn't a tight grasp, but it was a firm one. If i wanted to break it, I could. It wasn't meant to be a threat or a display of power- more like a hand placed on one's shoulder. My hands were on the hilts of my blasters when I stopped them. "Force users aren't all alike. It's like saying that all spacers are alike- there are some pirates, sure, but there are also law-enforcers and official military members." "Bad analogy. All spacers aren't alike, but Force users aren't like spacers. They're more like glit-biters. I don't really give a damn why they started on their glitterstim, and it really doesn't matter. They're messing around with matters that are too much for them to control, and they let themselves get lost in it. They hurt themselves and they hurt the people around them trying to keep on hurting themselves." Omen shook her head again, setting her hair to swaying. It was a rather hypnotizing effect, and I focused more on her hair than her words. "That just proves how little you know of the Force. You only know one side- the bad side. There are good sides to it." "The Jedi Side, right? Or is it the Sith Side? Either way, I don't care. You're both messing with the same stuff. We're working together, so that means that I won't kill you until you give me a reason to. The second I even think I have a reason to, though..." I mimed drawing a blaster with my left hand and pulled the nonexistent trigger. "Are you even going to bother listening to what I have to say, or are you just going to cling to prejudice?" I turned away from her and took another step toward the hole and felt her Force grip vanish. "Prejudice, thanks," I called without looking back. I hopped through the hole into an empty room and entered the tiny bedroom I'd selected for myself, leaving her to fend for herself.

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Somebody hasn't seen Tropic Thunder. I caught the reference, but the line is, "I'M THE DUDE PLAYING THE DUDE DISGUISED AS ANOTHER DUDE!" Yes, I'm that much of a stickler for accuracy. When were you last active before you return? No offense, but we don't tend to remember folks who only make about five posts on the site.

lol- my naming varies from game to game. I've had games where I construct fleets on the basis of making a sentence out of the ship names, something like, "Holy mother of God, I have way too much time on my hands." A Death Star acts as the period- then I know that I have too much time on my hands. I usually name for the EU, but I've been known to name ships to lyrics of songs- I did "My Country Tis of Thee" in Latin on one of my fleets. (Te canno patria, candida libera, vox resonet...) Invariably, when I play a hard game as the Rebels and construct my first Mon Cal cruiser to take on the horde of weak Imp ships that are blasting about I name it "The Turn of the Tide." I like the pun, what can I say?

Rather sweet looking- props.

Who's dating me, now? I'm working on a project with my friends right now. One of them has to make a trailer for a book for his English class- he's selected World War Z, which the three of us (the three of us being the other two folk in all of my videos and myself) have all read (most of, in one person's case) and loved. He's apparently got an airsoft team coming in to act as soldiers, plus another twelve folks or more coming in to act as extras and zombies. We're using my camera, but someone else who is far more techno-savy than I (he apparently has and can use Sony Vegas 6. I have Vegas 4.5 or something (thank you again, Mad) and have no clue how to use it) is doing the editing. I'll probably be one of the main actors in it, though, so when it's done, I'll let him upload it on my YouTube account so that you all can watch. It's going to be set to the music of E. Nomine: Das Omen[/i]. (This is the song I was trying to send to you via E-mail, Eagle. ) My friend: I'm pretty sure I have the music that I'm going to use figured out entirely. It's this Ramstein song. Me: Oh. Well I have this song, Das Omen, that's pretty epic. I mean, it's your choice on what the music will be since it's your grade, but it's still a good song. My friend: Okay, but I'm pretty set on the Ramstein song. *We listen to the first fifteen seconds of the music* My friend: Okay, yeah, we're using this. Me: Don't you want to hear the remaining 2 1/2 minutes? My friend: Does it consist of loud, obnoxious swearing or shouting "I'M GAY I'M GAY I'M GAY!"? Me: No. My friend: Okay, yeah, we're using this. Edit: Kill Bill made several times better.

Er, welcome back... who are you, again?

I watched the cutscenes beforehand, but my mate went for Palpy. That ending, cool as it is for cannon, is the less cool one, IMO. I like the Dark Side ending better.

I dunno, I'm kinda hungry for some "rad broth" soup, now. Hehe. I find "Ad Brr Hot" particularly funny if I look at it from a Latin perspective, seeing as the preposition "ad" means "to or toward." Thus, "brr to hot"- hot to cold. Okay, yeah, I'm a nerd. This is like when we were discussing taking second and third derivatives in AP Calc and I started to snigger at a friend's joke about finding the umpteenth derivatives of "e^x" (the derivative of "e^x" is always just e^x.) That or the terrible joke about "Huh... I always thought that function was Russian. Turns out that it's Cubean!"(3x^3-5x^2+2=13)

Okay, so maybe this doesn't belong in the General Discussion area, but this spot's been dead for some time, and I thought it could use some life. So enjoy: http://www.wordsmith.org/anagram/ DarthTofu yields: Draft Thou Aft Turd Oh Rat Thud Of ... among many others. Give 'em a shot with your names, show us the best of the best. I keep wanting to type in "I am Lord Voldemort" to see if it gives me "Tom Marvello Riddle," but I know that it won't.

I've noticed the emptiness as well... too often it seems to be just Rob, Mad, you (Eagle), and myself, with Krytos as a recurring character. When did all of the original cast members become guest stars?! WHEN?!? WHY?!?! *Stops writing scripts and comes back to reality* Er... Nothing to see here. Move along. Move along. I'll probably be semi-MIA as I work on my ****ing college apps.

Heck yeah! The piloting games of the nineties are returning! I still don't know why those games died out... I always loved joystick games. Granted, the Wiimote isn't a joystick, but it's still a cool thing.

Ba-bump. The forums appear to be dead of late, so I'm going to tell a somewhat dirty joke I recently heard, which I found quite funny. I imagine I'll receive a number of facepalms in response, but oh well. A fellow walks into a bar and sees a jar full of ten dollar bills with a sign that says, "Ask how to win this." Curious, he asks the bartender, and is told that he must put ten dollars in to hear how to win. The man shrugs and places ten dollars in the jar. The bartender nods, and explains the contest. "To win the jar you have to completely three trials. First, you have to drink an entire gallon of pepper tequila, by itself, without making a face. Second, there's a bulldog out back with a mean temper and a sore tooth. Using your bare hands, you have to reach into his mouth and pull out the sore tooth without killing the dog. Third, there's a 99-year old woman upstairs who has never had an orgasm. You have to make things right for her." Appalled, the man refuses, and turns to drinking with some friends. As the night wears on he changes his mind, though, and calls to the bartender, saying that he wants to try to win the jar of money. The man drinks the pepper tequila down and, though tears run freely from his eyes, he gets it all down without making a face. Then, stumbling, he goes out the back door toward the bulldog. The patrons hear nothing but a series of loud barks and violent noises, until finally the barking stops and the man stumbles back in. He is cut up and bloody, but still stands determined. "Alright!" he yells. "Now where's the old lady with the sore tooth?!"

I suppose I'll have to reread that one. It has been almost two years since I picked it up... It's so sad rereading those old books now, particularly when I know that a character is going to die/get a crap hand in life. All the same, I still cannot recommend Traitor strongly enough. It looks at the Force and the Yuuzhan Vong in all sorts of new ways, and quite literally messes with your head!

Umm... okay. I just checked the list of characters in Rebellion, and apparently C'Baoth is now one of the galactic empire characters. Did I miss something in my copy of the game, or is Wookiepedia just flat-out wrong like I think it is?

I'd advise you against blasting stuff with the Death Star. It'll just decrease loyalty on your planets, swing more into the Rebel camp, and hurt you in the long run. In the future, I'd advise you to use a small galaxy setting- that's what I always play on, because as you've said, it drags horribly if you don't. To find the Rebels faster, assemble more fleets with fewer ships in them. I like to call mine "exploration fleets." The ship strengths vary, but by and large I send an SSD, two ISD IIs (both with full fighter compliments), and troop transports so that I have sixty troops going in overall. I don't put any characters on board unless I have a bunch to spare, and then I send them out to the unexplored regions and drop troops off as needed to take over planets. I choose the number sixty so that, in a ten-planet sector, I can take over any and all Rebel planets without defenses in that entire sector.

Eh, what? Destiny's Way got it right, you say? I liked the book, thought it was decent and all, but I don't quite see what you mean with that. If you read Traitor, that one really gives the feel of the moral issue with the Vong, which is this: The Vong aren't evil. They're just misguided. They're violent, sure, and they're slaughtering folks, but more than anything else, they're alien. And Traitor does a fantastic job of showing that. The Unifying Force also does a decent job of revealing how the Vong were just alien. I'm going to go ahead and say that Edge of Victory I: Conquest did a good job of it, too, with the Riina personality and Nen Yim and Mezhan Kwaad.