DarthTofu

Yess! YES! Spectacular! Quiting smoking may become that much easier for the world, now! Splendid! About the PS3: That is why I prefer old games on old consoles that don't involve other people playing unless they are either A) Directly connected or B) Playing on a free, third party website.

Wow... I can't keep up with half the stuff in this thread. I suppose that's a bad side effect the most recent games I own being Oblivion, The Battle for Middle Earth, and Morrowind...

I'll have to snag a copy of National Geographic to see your pictures, Jahled! Congradulations- now every nature magazine will be fighting over your work and 1337ness!

I always assumed it was "Eyechiwawa!" and have used the phrase ever since... The Ewoks weren't entirely chierful, though- there was that one bit where it showed them all getting blasted by chicken walkers and stormies with lots of the little furballs falling down and not getting back up. Lucas tried to make the movies cheerful- as a result if anyone or anything had to die they were typically an undeveloped-style character, like a Rebel Pilot or an unknown Imperial. The only developed characters to die were bad guys like Vader, the Emperor, and Tarkin. Maybe even Ozzil (sp?) to a certain extent. ROTJ represented Lucas's darker side- killing fluffy things!

I don't think the Empire has any morals Tofu. They are "an Evil Empire", you know? Now, if you mean morale (the popular support of the people)... Eh, shut up. I have two times periods: Too early to function and too late to function. It was one or the other when I wrote that. Right now it's too late to function. *Runs off to sleep*

OOC: Erm, what planet are you on, Krytos? I don't think you mentioned it.... IC: Another Vong soldier fell, smoke rising from the eyehole in his mask where what had previously been an empty socket retained after that eye was sacrificed had become a carbon-scorched hole leading directly to the warrior's brain. I ran on as quickly as I could. The sewers were crowded, now- almost as crowded as the streets had been. They were dangerous, too. At least five of the people down there has already made a grab for my weapons; anything to fight the vong. I gave them weapons. Vibroblades. It wasn't my fault that they couldn't catch the electronic knives before they went through and punctured their jugular veins. But that was in the past. I was running, now. Or rather, I was still running. A thud bug crunched against the wall to the right of my head. It made to come out of the small crater it had created in the aged curacreet but a stab from one of the same vibroblades that had defended my heavy pistols dicouraged the motion, shredding both of its wings and leaving it to thrash out juices in the sewer water. I glanced at the used vibroblade and noted that some of those some compound in the bug was eating away at the sharpened part with a vengance. A small rivulet decended toward my gauntletted hand, and rather than risk finding out whether the effect of that compound was the same on my armor as it was on my knife wasn't high on my to-do list. I dropped the blade with a splash and rounded a corner. Another hunting part faced me, their ampistaffs still dripping blood from the remains of three smugglers- at least I thought they had numbered three in life - lay facedown in the murky water. I swore for the third time in as many minutes and dived at the party headfirst, keeping my profile toward them narrow and experiancing a moment of pain as a thudbug skipped off of my armored head. I hit chest-first as the dead before me lay and was about to meet the same fate- for one of the warriors before me had already raised his ampistaff in a two-handed grip to impale me - when I fired the winch built into my jetpack. Designed to smash its way through ship hulls, the spike at the end had very little trouble penetrating Voduum Crab armor. It entered just above the warrior's groin, errupting out his back and pulling shards of spine in its wake. With a sickening squelch the warrior's skull shifted downward to wrip through the skin that had held it since birth. I dissengaged the grapple at its connection to my armor, leaving chord and hook behind but retaining the powerful launching equipment as I continued forward to grasp an access hatch into the next level down. I yanked it open forcably. The result was for all of the water- and all of the things floating in it- to begin a rapid decent toward the next level. It dragged me with it seconds before an ampistaff came by in whip mode to spray venom in a broad area over where I'd been mere seconds ago. The smugglers and a vong who I could only assume had been knocked off balance by their movement followed me into this new, deeper water. It came up to roughly two meters- more than deep enough to encompass my fairly short frame, but only enough to force the warriors behind me to wonder if they should be swimming or running in this level of water. I chose to swim, trusting in the polloutted sewage to shield me from prying eyes and thudbugs. It proved more than capable of the former, but as the projectiles began to smash through the oily liquid around me I realized that it failed at the latter. The bugs swam toward me, using what limited visibility they had to surround me and make a beacon of my progress. I swore for the fourth time in as many minutes and redoubled my efforts to make it out and back to my ship, assuming it hadn't been eleminated by Vong already. After twelve seconds in which I was certain I'd find myself dead in the next I reached a ladder- a glorious, rusted, dimiutive ladder - leading back the way I came. I gripped it firmly and clawed my way back up, breathing shallow and quickly as I propelled myself to the hatch. Another thudbug flew by, this one smacking me in the small of my back and locking the armor in the farthest position it could bend back. It hindered me for a moment, and that moment was quite nearly all that the warriors below me needed. I twisted the hatch open and, realizing that I didn't have enough time to climb to the surface, activated my jetpack, burning a limited amount of fuel, and sending me out of a wave of thudbugs and razorbugs. I kicked the hatch back down and locked it in place before removing a motion-sensative mine from my small arsenal of tricks and placing it on the hatch. I took off running through the sewers again, my only emotion a grim smile as I head the explosives detonate some distance behind me. OOC: Okay, now I have to go do some homework... And restore feeling in my fingers.

So most everyone does the same as I do... Here's a question- galaxy-wide moral for the Empire drops when you take Coruscant, right? System-wide moral raises for the Empire when you abandon a planet. Thus if you take Coruscant while it supports the Empire strongly, leave it, and take it again a couple of times will it promote uprisings throughout the galaxy?

Erm, I'm thinking of finally trying multiplayer with Rebellion (Le gasp) since I'll have to instal it on this computer to test the RebED beta, anyway. How exactly do you connect to other people? That is, what's the process that you go through to do it? @Anyone who responds: Pretend that you're talking to someone who's always assumed that the interior of a computer works through the process of magic rather than a series of executable files, etc. Give ever little detail or I will likely start badgering you with posts about "Wait, where's that file? I can't find and I checked all over the C drive!" when it's in the game file or something.

How do you go about taking over the Seswenna (sp?) sector? I typically go in with three or four good-sized fleets from around the galaxy timed to arrive all at once, whipe out the Coruscant fleet, take out the defences at every planet but Coruscant that's lost faith in the Imperial cause, then finally return to a very friendly Coruscant to liberate it. How does everyone else do things?

I was young when I saw the flick and, as a result, liked the Ewoks and thought them funny. Then again, I was all of eight or nine in 1999 when TPM came out and I loved it. My understanding with the battle: The Executer was being used as a key point in the cut-off of Alliance troops. The fleet was ordered not to attack, merely to prevent the Rebels from escaping. The Emperor wanted word to travel of the true power of this second Death Star that was blowing the crap out of Rebel ships. When the DS blew up that A) Modified the gravity in the system, creating new hyperspace routes and B) left a large gap in formation. When the Executer (I always forget if it's Executer or Executioner) went down that also created a gap. The Rebels were thus able to get away. At least that's my surmission.

Good to see that there are fewer round numbers in the carrying capacities of ships, now... Got kinda annoying in the original game.

Hoo yeah we agree. Things I dislikes: 1) The podracing... Dear FSM, the podracing... 2) The fact that Natalie Portman was chosen over Kiera Knightly (sp?) to be Padme when she's much sexier in my opinion. 3) Same as number two... Damn Kiera is sexy.... 4) Zam Wessel's stupidity in shooting the droid instead of Obi-Wan at the beginning of AotC. 5) Battledroids that talk. They're much more intimidating if they don't make jokes. 6) The Clone Wars in general- totally not what I had in mind. 7) Count Dooku... Just... Bleh. 8: (Edited from the that it was before) Developing Dooku in Ep II and killing him right away in Ep III 9) The fact that Lucas chose only the crappiest actors for the part of Anakin. 10) The central theme for all three prequal movies being "Lots of stuff blowed up real good!" 11) That one line in Ep. XI about Wedge taking the North tower when they're in the second Death Star. Which way is North in space, exactly?

Chris Eccleston? The former Doctor Chris Eccleston? Or am I thinking of someone else? I may have to actually watch the show, now...

I've wanted to watch that movie for so long.... I'm watching Superman Returns in small instalments right now. Quite good. Superman (To the passengers pon stopping their flaming plane from crashing into a baseball stadium after they have just fallen from a very low orbit in space): I hope this doesn't take any of you off of the airlines. Statistically speaking it's still the safest way to travel. (Flies away) ... Okay, so not an exact quote, but still rather funny.

Its not odd Tofu... I'm not a sims lover.. so why would i know it?.. It just seemed like you were an involved gamer. I never got particularly into the Sims, either (I fooled around with the first one and I eschew the second), but I still think Spore looks like a marvelous game... @Ikalae: Hell yes I am! @Eagle: He blew the living daylights out of guys in tan uniforms. They were easy to kill. The dogs were slightly harder to kill. The guys in blue uniforms were a pain to kill. The guy with the gattling gun- hoo, boy, he was damn near impossible to kill.... He was a war hero who blew up Nazis in the games. Oddly enough I saw a Gameboy game featuring Wolfenstein a couple of years ago, well after I thought the series was over.

Hehe... I'll have to post a vid of myself being double jointed. It makes for some rather fun reactions when I show my abilities to people in real life.

Odd- Number six was one of the few that I did get right. Primarily because of my research into the Spore game. I got a six out of twenty... I haven't played the majority of those games, and the ones that I have are the old ones. Rollercoaster Tycoon, Airport Tycoon (Only briefly), Kings Quest III (Actually kinda entertaining), and the original Wolfenstein 3D... Well, a demo of it at any rate. Granted, few people can actually tell you who Wolfenstein was nowdays.

Did I? Oh... My bad. Sorry- sleep has become something of a rare commodity, lately... College is going to be fun.

Can you give us the stats for all of the new ships? I like to use the poster that came with the game as well as a sheet of paper and some calculations to determine whether or not I want to take part in some battles...

I have a perspective job as a kayaking tour guide for Space Coast Kayaking... So hah.

I'll test... Does "ModDB" stand for "Modifications database?" I dunno... Oh, and I'm downloading Audacity right now. I'll try to do a good voice or two for some of the characters.

A tutorial on creating irregular objects (Say, parallelagrams, maybe making a simple irregular object, like a pen or pencil) would be appreciated, Krytos. That is, assuming that you have time. BTW: Your 3D stuff looks awesome. My toaster pails by comparrison...

History... Gah, not history again! I thought I was done with that for a year?!? Ah well: My two pense worth is to side with Rob's initial argument. While the British increase in taxation did not feature any form of representation for the colonies it was, fact, justly based. That having been said I'm rather glad that we're our own nation, primarily because we changed the historical views and greatly influenced the world from then on out.

A wierd kid in my English class was talking to me about Heroes today... Something about the cheerleader having a metal spike in her somewhere and how she couldn't come back to life with it in there... I flipped through and saw it once. Some guy made some girls shoot herself, and two Japanese guys were talking about how the fate of the world rested on the survival of a cheerleader...

If someone would like to make a nice tutorial... *Nudges Mad and Krytos* Wink wink, nudge, nudge... *Falls over fast asleep from too much homework*