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Post by RedCuffs on Aug 6, 2017 10:19:38 GMT -5
*throws a "Concerned Paramedic" glance at Nutty and Chem* You have had your rabies shots haven't you ? Is everyone sure they don't feel like they're being watched
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Post by cheminhaler on Aug 7, 2017 6:30:24 GMT -5
The eye in the sky is watching us all..
*points to the zillions of cameras built into the airship ceiling and the floating arena cams, the personal body cameras and the extra kameraz dat da Orkses installed in the brief period that they conquered Da Arena*
I'll put the Halfling back in the kitchen. Lets hope there aren't any ratz in there.
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Post by RedCuffs on Aug 8, 2017 11:13:00 GMT -5
Oh ... well maybe I'm just being paranoid ... *not just trying to give RT a Segway into interacting with the SS Argo Lictor* Chem, get your man to knock up another batch of those curried meatballs ... the gunnery deck has run out of ammo.
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on Aug 23, 2017 15:07:45 GMT -5
*Releases the horde of floating, exploding pineapples*
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Post by nutty on Aug 23, 2017 17:36:14 GMT -5
"Aaaargh! Mineapples?"
*bounces a leftover meatball towards the clowder of floating fruit*
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Post by RedCuffs on Aug 30, 2017 1:22:13 GMT -5
*catches bouncing meatbal in his mouth (border collie stylee) 'cos he cant get enough of them* Does anyone know how to make alcohol out of these Mineapples ?
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 30, 2017 15:51:23 GMT -5
I continue to observe, content, from my icy perch; alone in the void. Maybe someone is trying to reach me. Curious. There's not much here to help me; write my book, rediscover my humanity, achieve my goals. Not even simple pleasure. But still, I can't think of a graceful exit from this place.
The phone rings, utterly silent. It speaks a few invisible words, in an ancient tongue. The lyrics of an old song spring to mind: Jason Webley, on the subject of death. So I sit, content, in the darkness, to think on death, and loss. Repeat one of the ancient words.
Beneath me, the SS Argo Lictor shifts, imperceptibly, as her orbit begins to decay.
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Post by cheminhaler on Sept 3, 2017 6:26:35 GMT -5
Quickly! Horus has lowered his shields.
Arm up, bring the beer, tie up Trickstick's body to a horse like El-Cid and meet me in the teleporter chamber.
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Post by RedCuffs on Sept 6, 2017 16:34:01 GMT -5
Weapons, Beer, Tricksticks world famous animal/human bondage tricks, One of my "Top Ten Favourite films that I'd happily watch when there's nothing else on", The random, "who knows where" Russian roulette by telleporter drinking game ...
COUNT ME IN !!!
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Post by nutty on Sept 13, 2017 3:18:32 GMT -5
"Everyone knows that drunken teleportation is the best kind of teleportation. I've heard it's the only way Space Wolves do so."
*checks the teleportarium cupboards for volatile fruits and vegtables*
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Post by RedCuffs on Sept 25, 2017 17:05:30 GMT -5
Listen right ... will someone please make a phukin decision ?
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 26, 2017 3:53:41 GMT -5
I pour myself another coffee, and put my feet up. Time has passed; time enough for love, as Heinlein would write, or has written. Time is an odd thing. Life is better. I am better. A different song plays. Blues Saraceno: The Dogs of War. The Argo Lictor has begun to slip her moorings, and fall towards the planet's ionosphere.
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Post by RedCuffs on Sept 26, 2017 9:58:10 GMT -5
Well if we're going ashore I suppose I'd better put some clothes on *takes one last lingering gaze at himself in the full length mirror*
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Post by Trickstick on Oct 10, 2017 13:48:02 GMT -5
*Trickstick's eyeballs stir behind their heavy lids, as his mind begins to quicken. The pain of consciousness is returning, and his physical form is slowly stirring to life.*
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 31, 2018 16:34:13 GMT -5
The teleporter is working now.
Oh hi Trickstick. Sorry for tying you to a horse.
NEIGH!
*CRASH!*
*BANG*
Erm. It looks like the horse activated the teleporter, went back through time and destroyed the teleporter but then escaped again through a time wormhole and ended up on Abbadon's ship, but in 1989.
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