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Subject: I am teh awesom
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"Immersion is playing Half-Life and not noticing your house is burning down."- Paul Barnett

The most awesome thing ever!

Anyway, thats as far as I'll go with the whole evil crusade from Hell thing tonight.

Night all!

  • 07.30.2004 7:24 PM PDT
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MasterGrunt hearing of the new threat prepares himself for another war,this one he knew would be different than the usual.Now was when being only mortal sort of sucked.

  • 07.30.2004 7:25 PM PDT
Subject: Darkness falls; hell freezes over
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My religious leaders set about flicking they enternal flame of the gods across every weapon, every ship, every piece of ammo. Each solider has there religious symbols emblasened on there body with heated metal heated by the enternal flame.

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  • 07.30.2004 7:26 PM PDT
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My fleet heads towards the gods forsaken planet. The men hardened for war. They wait in the hangers of the troop carriers clasping there weaopns as if they were holy symbols to ward of evil.

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  • 07.30.2004 7:29 PM PDT
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Tango now really piss off leave Xerah and Xeroh on his Cappitol planet of St. Tango and prepares his nation of Humptopia for war.

  • 07.30.2004 7:29 PM PDT
Subject: Reborn
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And now I feel guilty for not coming sooner... ah well, perhaps there is some fun still in this...

With a burst of light, he stepped onto the alien world, one of countless ransacked by the carnage that seemed to spread with every new war. He did his job well, but this... this almost overwhelmed him at first with the sheer disordered chaos of it all. It seemed as if someone had rent the very crust from the planet and none too gently shoved it back down to bedrock. After an hour of menial reconnaissance work, he moved to his next target... and then the next, and the next. There seemed no end to the line of decimated worlds, heaped with mountains of slag and rubble. This was not a war, it was the apocalypse... His mind, just for a moment, broke out of it's normal shell, it's martial thought pattern, and thought of the dead. Almost involuntarily, he slipped to one knee, a stance of defeat he had never shown to the living... What was this he felt? Pity? No. He had a job to do, he needed to move on.

"Yes, I feel it too. The Consciousness within me rebells against the very concept of this slaughter. Do not come to doubt it, such vice will be avenged. That is our purpose. Our call. Come back, we'll get to work."

He sighed and looked upward into the sky, which even contrasted with the battlefield before him to look burned. He beheld a craft, of proportions that would match the girth of a small moon, yet sleek and deadly, angled in a rough wedge that looked as if it could slice through the stars themselves.

the Celer Manus Dei

"Yes, I'm coming, Dolorous."

He pictured almost a compassionate smile accompaning his commander's previous words, though he knew computers couldn't do such a thing. Yet this... he vaguely remembered the A.I., as if from an old dream. He remembered his story, or at least the one he'd told him when he'd been brought aboard. He knew of the mighty Praetor, emissary of the ancient ones who fell protecting the universe itself, while sacrificing himself to seal off a great evil. He knew that before he left on that fatal quest, he imbedded a seed program within his flagship's A.I. that would eventually spurn it to consciousness, and eventually rampancy. The result: a shadow of his personality, constantly growing and adapting, carrying on his mission in his name. As he lost himself in momentary thought, he realized he was on the bridge of the ship above the planet, now looking down at it's marred visage.

"Do not worry, they will pay. That's our task."

The voice came inside his head, resounding as if through a vast hallway.

"Tell me, why should we help here? What is there left to save?"

"It's not like you to question–"

"I know, I'm not, my choice is gone, it has been for longer than I remember."

"Oh no, on the contrary, my friend, you are the only one left to choose..."

"What do you mean?"

"My path was decided for me, I've been given a task, and no easy one at that. You on the other hand, you countered the fate of a thousand worlds, you escaped the great closure and forged your own path into this plane, this existence. Few can claim such a thing short of the Ancient Ones themselves."

"Yeah, I'm a big hero, aren't I... Everyone's little pet, their tool. They're never the ones to wade through the blood just to live another day. It's fine, don't say it, I know, I'm focused, it just wears on me sometimes... Right now, we just need to make them pay. My lifetime ended a long time ago. Any time is my time to leave, as far as I'm concerned. Until then, I'm just here to keep the peace. Such a paradox... peace for me just means shedding someone else's blood, their life. Will it always be this way, Dolorous?"

"I don't know, but we're not called to answer that. All we are tasked with is to keep fighting, but if there will be a victory, it won't be ours to win. At least, not in this lifetime. Take some time off while you can. I'll tell you as soon as we have another target."

"I don't sleep."

"I didn't tell you to sleep."

"Right... back to the sim."

The ship indeed seemed to cut a wake across the stars as it plummeted through the endless sky, seeking it's next opposition, searching out injustice to merit retribution.

Yet all was empty; empty and quiet...

  • 07.30.2004 7:30 PM PDT
Subject: Darkness falls; hell freezes over
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My forces touch down on the planet ready to create a beachhead for the allied forces. Only a few km away a dark cload forms towards them. Below the cload walks countless undead spirits and other such creatures lay scattered amongst the undead. I set about placing mental and physical barriers up.

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  • 07.30.2004 7:31 PM PDT
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Ah one of the saviours of old has come back in this time of great nead. but due not that thou you are powerful i will only follow my own orders my own path for now our paths are linked...

  • 07.30.2004 7:35 PM PDT
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A great fortress barge lands on the surface of the planet to serve as a temporary base.

  • 07.30.2004 7:38 PM PDT
Subject: The story begins!
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"Immersion is playing Half-Life and not noticing your house is burning down."- Paul Barnett

The most awesome thing ever!

Hey all, last post of the day, check out my written version of the war, the Tale of Laser Wars!

  • 07.30.2004 7:40 PM PDT
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I already did its good but you should state it is a story and not the game.

  • 07.30.2004 7:41 PM PDT
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Tango's fleet enters slipstream head towards the planet where the demons where last spoted. With his new found power he senses Dolorous rentry into this dimesion. He wonders what has brought him here?

  • 07.30.2004 7:43 PM PDT
Subject: The story begins!
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My base complete my sappers set traps to keep the enemy at bay till tommorow or till all my allies come.

  • 07.30.2004 7:44 PM PDT
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Deep in mediatation i see another vission i am in the middle of a field on my left is one great the other side another i am caught in the middle and about to be caught in the middle og great conflicts i must learn to ride this storm and stay true to my ways.

  • 07.30.2004 7:47 PM PDT
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Tango's fleet appears above FS base. It slowly desends into the planets atmosphere. The massive dock just half a klick away from FS's base. Engineers pile out quickly forming a base Marines file out tanks, mechs, helicopters, fighter jets, the works all unload in a brisk five minutes. The fleet procedes to leave, now floating in space.

  • 07.30.2004 7:52 PM PDT
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I welcome a well needed ally to help me in this war.

  • 07.30.2004 7:53 PM PDT
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Snipers and artillary barrage the army hoping to keep them at bay till the allies come alone my forces are completely outnumbered at least 20 to 1

  • 07.30.2004 8:00 PM PDT
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An Messager of God fighter fly to FS's base.Out of it files a squad of Elite troops they stand shoulder to shoulder. All of FS's psyhics can feel a strange power coming from them. Then, a large white cloacked figure emerges for the fighter his power easily engulf that of the troops.

  • 07.30.2004 8:01 PM PDT
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I walk up to the figure my red eyes reflecting the image of the figure.

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  • 07.30.2004 8:02 PM PDT
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Oh and just to clairfy i got a post from exco this not hells army it is a army of souls seeking vengeance.

  • 07.30.2004 8:04 PM PDT
Subject: Here we go again...
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The Celer Manus Dei abrubtly shifted direction in slipspace and accelerated at a rate that nearly tore into reality.

"Long range sensors picked up a disturbance coming from a nearby planet. Results are scrambled at best, but it appears to be some sort of assault by a cloaked invasion force. We're deploying, but watch yourself down there. The CMD will remain in orbit above you to provide support. You know the rules, so we're going by the book except in an emergency. Fire when ready."

He nodded and depressed a button on his suit, instantly flashing him planetside. He had only to look up to understand what was happening, and it wasn't long before some of the invasion force took notice of him. As the first waves reeled towards him, he opened fire on the horde, which threw them back for a second, but barely stemmed the tide.

"I can't get a lock on these things! I just seem to be drawing them in!"

"Confirming, I have visual... they seem to be operating outside our dimension, phasing their life sign in and out to avoid conventional weaponry. However, I've noticed something. Each one of those creatures seems to "tug" at reality, so to speak; they use some physical matter to mobilize. if you could lock on to that signature, I could collapse their portal and trap them here, where we could deal with them individually. Actually, their phasing technique is not all that different from that of your suit... Stand by–"

"Could you hurry it!? These things don't exactly take a hint!"

"Yes of course.... frequency achieved. I'm uploading the stats to your suit now. I suggest reversing the polarity of your weapon to implode matter instead of repel it. You may get the chance to trap these creatures, though I'm not quite sure how to neutralize them yet. Targeting the wormhole now."

A brilliant flash of light penetrated the cloud cover on the planet and pierced the gateway that spewed forth the demons. Slowly, it began to fold inward, consuming itself until nothing remained, and the light retracted above the grayed sky. He clicked the firing mode on his weapon and commenced firing once more. A similar effect took place to the spirits around him as the warp gate, slowly imploding upon themselves until their material link to this universe vanished with a blinding flare and a crack that sounded as if solid rock had split open. As he mopped up the last of the demons around him, he noticed other troops doing the same across the terrain.

"Permission to establish contact?"

"Granted"

He disappeared with another flash of light and reappeared beside the friendly troops.

  • 07.30.2004 8:05 PM PDT
Subject: The story begins!
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i walk in and find myself thinking that a donut would be good right now, but Trogdor the Burninator stole it from me. So i watch the war, get shot, and call the Alien Queen because she might want to lay some eggs and create an army of Aliens.

  • 07.30.2004 8:06 PM PDT
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Dolorus there is no demons they are just spirits seeking vengeance. My forces have done holy rituals to allow our weapons to send the spirits back to their realm.

[Edited on 7/30/2004 8:09:54 PM]

  • 07.30.2004 8:08 PM PDT
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The cloaked figure walks towards FS tent the troops following him. "FS what exactly are you planing to do here?"

"We are easily out numbered 85 to 1. Do you think some snipers can hold them back? That's laughable!"

  • 07.30.2004 8:10 PM PDT
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any amount of time is good tango. My pychics are learning to use there powers within there own realm our powers my be usable against them. Also i shall not allow these souls to escape this world. I glare back at fire team with my red eyes tempting him to say that i am not right in that we have to hold them here.

[Edited on 7/30/2004 8:14:58 PM]

  • 07.30.2004 8:14 PM PDT