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Subject: Running wild.
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I believe she is hidden somehwre on the planent so i think we should set up a strong military presence to detter her. Also we should try to find snipers body to comfirm he is dead.

  • 07.29.2004 6:34 PM PDT
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"Immersion is playing Half-Life and not noticing your house is burning down."- Paul Barnett

The most awesome thing ever!

My other post didn't work so I'll say it again.

Night all!

  • 07.29.2004 6:40 PM PDT
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Good night

  • 07.29.2004 6:41 PM PDT
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Good night,see you later.

  • 07.29.2004 6:42 PM PDT
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I am also going see ya guys tommorow hopefully then xerah and exco what they plan on doing.

  • 07.29.2004 6:47 PM PDT
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Okay,goodnight.

  • 07.29.2004 6:55 PM PDT
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A lone, mystical figure robed in black emerged from the mist. He stood before the cohorts of the many spectral warriors, alone, stalwart in defiance.

The overlord turned his wispy head in the direction of the stranger protruding through the mystic fog.

Hoisting a brilliant sword into the air, the dark figure screamed, “The time has come my Templari! The greatest war is not to be fought on the mortal plane, but here, in this wispy realm!” Muffled and distorted by the dense fog and altered physics, the war call was raspy and potent.

The host of unearth creatures drew their weapons, beckoning battle.

Behind the dark figure, a dark legion slowly materialized, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, but yet a mere fraction of the opposing ethereal army.

Sword still raised firmly above him, the robed figure screamed, “FOR THE END!!”, this war cry energized by bloodlust. He charged towards the foe, legion following close behind. The spectral warriors returned the gesture, charging headlong into the dark onslaught.

  • 07.29.2004 7:07 PM PDT
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Can anyone fill me in?

  • 07.29.2004 7:25 PM PDT
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Pretty much everyone left and Ex posted his post.Thatt's about it.

  • 07.29.2004 7:26 PM PDT
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Wow. I geuss i just missed a huge battle.

  • 07.29.2004 7:27 PM PDT
Subject: THE COOKIES ARE MISSING!!!

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I'm still here. I'm just waiting for an enemy to show up.

  • 07.29.2004 7:27 PM PDT
Subject: Damn cookies
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What was the battle about.

[Edited on 7/29/2004 7:28:58 PM]

  • 07.29.2004 7:28 PM PDT
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There wasn't really any battle just waiting and then goodnights.

  • 07.29.2004 7:30 PM PDT
Subject: THE COOKIES ARE MISSING!!!

Posted by: CANNON 117
I'm still here. I'm just waiting for an enemy to show up.


Heh, after I left I thought there would be world peace. At least, that's what I was shooting for...

  • 07.29.2004 7:42 PM PDT

Five Tenets of Bungie.net Forum Life:
1. Trolls will always be well fed.
2. Blame-ability thy name is stosh.
3. Bungie has no control over retail prices.
4. Watch out for low-flying defense drones.
5. Seven is not optional, but rather, an inevitability.

Posted by: Banshee Barron
Posted by: CANNON 117
I'm still here. I'm just waiting for an enemy to show up.


Heh, after I left I thought there would be world peace. At least, that's what I was shooting for...


Hippie. Jk.

  • 07.29.2004 7:43 PM PDT
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*lobs plasma nade into the room* "heads up" *dives for cover* "well banshee u shot wrong" heh...

  • 07.29.2004 7:44 PM PDT
Subject: WHY THE COOKIES!!!!
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I think you missed Mr.Barron.

  • 07.29.2004 7:45 PM PDT
Subject: THE COOKIES ARE MISSING!!!

Aww hell, I've had enough of this war.

And thus the overmind killed itself, and all of The Swarm went bat-blam!- insane.

So now you know what happened.

The End.

  • 07.29.2004 7:46 PM PDT
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wait! theres a sequel! dund un duuuuuun....

i hate sequels too

  • 07.29.2004 7:51 PM PDT
Subject: But I love COOKIES!!!
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It really sucks to come back to this after a huge war just ended.

  • 07.29.2004 7:52 PM PDT
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But my fleet will be ready to fight all nite (or at least for a few hours)

  • 07.29.2004 7:53 PM PDT
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Posted by: HunTERminator
But my fleet will be ready to fight all nite (or at least for a few hours)


Same here,now it's just time and waiting.

  • 07.29.2004 8:02 PM PDT
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I think that I'm gonna leave now,but I'm not too sure.

[Edited on 7/29/2004 8:22:37 PM]

  • 07.29.2004 8:21 PM PDT
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u better not leave, we'll need ur infantry and supplies t last us the night...i know im not going to be able to handle it with out u capt.!

  • 07.29.2004 8:25 PM PDT
Subject: You and I are reborn...
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On your feet.

The dull command echoed in his cold and placid mind... The lukewarm breeze assaulted his senses as if it were a shockwave from a volcano. Which made sense, considering that up until then, he was encased in a protected chamber, pressurized with liquid nitrogen at almost 400 below. As his eyes flew open from the jolt, glossed over with uncounted days of dormancy, they slowly crystallized into a form of grey, which almost emanated a green light, a subtle tribute to what lay just beneath his human frame.

Cold. I feel... cold.

First these thoughts came, forming in turn a chain reaction within the returning mind to consciousness; faster and faster they came, until at last, he was aware. No, not of his past, that would be too dangerous -too risky- He was a tool, a weapon, the ace in the hole, the trump card, the tactical strike, the death of his enemies. This, he knew, and knew well. Already his functions were asessing the room around him, finding his next objective: orders. Trained to follow, programmed to kill, created to protect. A strange paradox, elusive destroyer, hybrid, the unbound. His instincts drove him to the interface he noticed in the wall directly ahead of him. He noticed the familiar symbol illuminated on the screen and placed his right arm in the appropriate slot.

Good day my friend.
Cruel term, is it not? Ah well, I'll not lose you on words. I love obedience. You have a job to do. Suit up and get moving. We haven't much time. Briefing later, just follow procedure. I'll fill you in planetside.
–Dolorous

The voice echoed in his head, and as the console dimmed, he removed his arm. The wall before him slid aside to reveal what appeared at first glance to be a simple environment suit. He knew better. The neural enhancements within the suit would kill anyone but him, simply put. The human body runs off of electrical currents, and while they are subdued quite a bit, they still remain vulnerable to magnetic and electrical interference. His body, and his suit were both powered through a series of altered electrical currents that canceled each other out, rendering him invulnerable to forces such as electric shocks, magnetic fields, and even electromagnetic pulses. It also made his life sign virtually undetectable to any standard bio sensor, and his motions were masked to an extent from motion sensors as well. Any and all forces of energy in the known universe are run by the electrical charges in matter, and with the suit's capabilities, he was able to repel many sources of this energy with impunity, such as high velocity projectiles, plasma weaponry, or the like. His suit would literally stop the momentum of these conventional weapons dead in their tracks, rendering them all but useless. His primary combat offensive weaponry consisted of a "gun" for lack of a better term that behaved almost nothing like it's common human counterpart. Externally, it appeared an ordinary assault rifle manufactured on earth, while in reality, it drained the very energy from his suit in order to project a disturbance in matter to the appropriate target. The result caused the resulting target matter to "scramble" and become highly unstable, resulting in a variable explosive shockwave that can cut through most matter short of a neutron star. Once he had donned his appropriate gear and moved to the standard teleportation grid, he took one last look at the miniscule holding chamber he had resided in for so long, the closest thing he had ever known to home. It had no more effect on him than any other place he'd seen in his life, the fullness of which seemed but a misty dream. Hard, cold, dim reality told him to follow orders. And follow them he did, and within a moment of time that would otherwise have occupied the fall of lightning, he was gone...

I have returned.

  • 07.29.2004 8:25 PM PDT