Transmission to Orillion the first:
Roger that, i expect to be there in 4 hours. My fighters are holding position at there current location, could you arrange for them to land at one of your bases so the crews might get some r+r while there ships are refueled?
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Rule your own country!
This is where you can discuss your homework, family, just about anything, make strange sounds and otherwise discuss things which are really not related to the Lancer-series. Yes that means you can discuss other games.
Wed Jan 07, 2004 9:57 am
H A V E___Y O U___S E E N___T H I S___M A N 
The Craven Tawakalna was last scene looking like this. A bounty for him, dead or alive is issued for $1,000,000 by the IFPP government. The full amount of this reward is backed by precious metals and jewels.
Subject is known to wear dresses upon occasion and often may be seen at a Morrisons.
FOR COLLECTION DETAILS
Contact: High Commissioner
Committee to Investigate Corruption by the Old Regime
Indinskydelplhia, IFPP
Edited by - Indy11 on 1/7/2004 10:22:50 AM
The Craven Tawakalna was last scene looking like this. A bounty for him, dead or alive is issued for $1,000,000 by the IFPP government. The full amount of this reward is backed by precious metals and jewels.
Subject is known to wear dresses upon occasion and often may be seen at a Morrisons.
FOR COLLECTION DETAILS
Contact: High Commissioner
Committee to Investigate Corruption by the Old Regime
Indinskydelplhia, IFPP
Edited by - Indy11 on 1/7/2004 10:22:50 AM
Wed Jan 07, 2004 1:44 pm
ITS A TRAP! DONT LAND! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
heh
My nameless is now forming a military force, as war is inevitable. Anyone who wishes to join my country, there are still many positions to be filled, such as supreme general of the army, and of the air force, and the space fleet, which will cosist of a couple cardboard boxes with stolen laser pointers taped on the side. *chuckles* BWUHAHAHAHAHA! NOBODY CAN STOP ME NOW! I STARTED A DYSENTERY FAFM!
Lets see you try to handle that. Your soldiers will be getting diahrrhea on the battlefield, while mine will run up and crap majorly on them, smearing it into their mouth and eyes, and then your men will be shoved into mass graves, disguized as latrines (porto-pots).
Or we could spray your camp with rubber cement, so your men get high on the fumes, when we storm in with gas masks.
off topic: Orillion, when will you finish the beta mod... its not in my inbox...
Mmmmmm... SPAM... yummy
heh
My nameless is now forming a military force, as war is inevitable. Anyone who wishes to join my country, there are still many positions to be filled, such as supreme general of the army, and of the air force, and the space fleet, which will cosist of a couple cardboard boxes with stolen laser pointers taped on the side. *chuckles* BWUHAHAHAHAHA! NOBODY CAN STOP ME NOW! I STARTED A DYSENTERY FAFM!
Lets see you try to handle that. Your soldiers will be getting diahrrhea on the battlefield, while mine will run up and crap majorly on them, smearing it into their mouth and eyes, and then your men will be shoved into mass graves, disguized as latrines (porto-pots).
Or we could spray your camp with rubber cement, so your men get high on the fumes, when we storm in with gas masks.
off topic: Orillion, when will you finish the beta mod... its not in my inbox...
Mmmmmm... SPAM... yummy
Wed Jan 07, 2004 1:56 pm
It is very strange isn't it........?
A topic on Utopias seems to get to a Cold war Gone Very Hot, While a Rule-your-own-country-and-squander-that-on-a-Holocaust Thread goes all Peacefull and without any notable conflict.
And my Leader the comrad Taw is hiding at my place (any number of the 5,641 safe-houses, Not to mention the 1,534,678,902 bunkers and other holes in the grounds) safe and simple and yet all the luxury he needs. oh By the way I would like to thank the people of the IFPP or more commonly called Indypolis for their funds and the like. They really helped... A lot
__________________________________________________________
Oh, dear, How sad, Never mind!!-Battery Sergeant Major Williams
Plus the newest addition!!-
A topic on Utopias seems to get to a Cold war Gone Very Hot, While a Rule-your-own-country-and-squander-that-on-a-Holocaust Thread goes all Peacefull and without any notable conflict.
And my Leader the comrad Taw is hiding at my place (any number of the 5,641 safe-houses, Not to mention the 1,534,678,902 bunkers and other holes in the grounds) safe and simple and yet all the luxury he needs. oh By the way I would like to thank the people of the IFPP or more commonly called Indypolis for their funds and the like. They really helped... A lot
__________________________________________________________
Oh, dear, How sad, Never mind!!-Battery Sergeant Major Williams
Plus the newest addition!!-
Wed Jan 07, 2004 2:32 pm
To: Orillion the First
From: Grand Emperor Matt the second
My Chief of Staff and along with people from R&D as well as one of my top generals are entering your area now. They will be aboard the Heavy Cruiser that just arrived with our new wormhole engine system. Awaiting Clearence.
From: Grand Emperor Matt the second
My Chief of Staff and along with people from R&D as well as one of my top generals are entering your area now. They will be aboard the Heavy Cruiser that just arrived with our new wormhole engine system. Awaiting Clearence.
Wed Jan 07, 2004 4:02 pm
ah the brave Locutus, how you will be rewarded once I err we are returned to our rightful position of power. You shall have your pick of the young men of the newly-reformed Revolutionary Guard.
I shall deal with the craven usurper and his underlings personally. His price on my head merely indicates the fear which the prospect of my err our return fills him. My err our day will come soon! Together with our brave allies who are already as we speak flocking to support the Revolution (oh yes they are) and my err our Army of Liberation, we shall return to my house err our Motherland and free my dvd collection errr the Proletariat from the misrule of Indy who's drinking all my booze err squandering the wealth of the Motherland on decadent capitalist self-indulgence!
I shall deal with the craven usurper and his underlings personally. His price on my head merely indicates the fear which the prospect of my err our return fills him. My err our day will come soon! Together with our brave allies who are already as we speak flocking to support the Revolution (oh yes they are) and my err our Army of Liberation, we shall return to my house err our Motherland and free my dvd collection errr the Proletariat from the misrule of Indy who's drinking all my booze err squandering the wealth of the Motherland on decadent capitalist self-indulgence!
Wed Jan 07, 2004 5:54 pm
*looks at the wanted poster*
*thinks for thirty minutes or so*
*drools a bit*
*tiny lightbulb pops up above his head*
*chases down a huge mutated boar*
*shoots it a few times to make sure it is dead*
*retrieves the wanted poster*
*staples the wanted poster to the wild boars forehead*
*begins dragging the boar towards distant indytonvillefieldshire with dreams of rich rewards*
Good?....Bad?......I'm the guy with the gun.
*thinks for thirty minutes or so*
*drools a bit*
*tiny lightbulb pops up above his head*
*chases down a huge mutated boar*
*shoots it a few times to make sure it is dead*
*retrieves the wanted poster*
*staples the wanted poster to the wild boars forehead*
*begins dragging the boar towards distant indytonvillefieldshire with dreams of rich rewards*
Good?....Bad?......I'm the guy with the gun.
