QUOTE(Captain Benjamin Maxwell @ Nov 12 2009, 03:53 PM) [snapback]3469[/snapback]
As some of you may already be aware, the Tidewater Virginia area is dealing with some
severe flooding as a result of the Nor'easter that recently hit the regi
Ben: I have my forum admin powers (deleting posts etc) but I am missing the site administration powers that allow me to delete spam accounts. It's not a big issue though. As for the test email, I'm afraid I didnt receive one.
Glad to hear things are fairling up a little better your end. Stay safe!
I'm willing to chip in! I had problems with Pay Pal last time though. I'm willing to send $30 directly to you if I am unable to get around the problems I have with it.
The issues I have with Pay Pal is, it wont allow me to do a direct debit from my bank account. In order to use pay pal, I have to pay money into my account via my bank. The problem I have is, every time I use Pay Pal (which is very rare) I get questioned by pay pal because I am a Brit living in Germany using a German bank. So what would normally take 3-5 working days to process becomes a 14-21 day pain in the ass of confirming who I am.
Oh how I love banking over here... lol!
Just changing the subject slightly - I spent about four hours rewriting and even redrawing the picture I used in my latest post. Rather than letting the old one go to waste, I've decided to link it in here.

Originally, I wasnt going to factor in Kintaro meeting with Vivi G straight away, so I drew this picture as a place hol
Ben - My admin powers have come back now. Thanks for sorting that! Also, I'll be trying out Pay Pal sometime this week, so fingers crossed! I'll update you as it happens.
Talus - thanks for the comments matey. I'll be doing more sketches in the future!
Alex - Nice job on the picture! Keep on drawing - I'd love to see more of your work!
Ben - I'll be paying a visit to my bank this Thursday to try and get my donation transfered to my PayPal account. You should be seeing my donation sometime next week or the week after depending on whether or not my bank is wearing an asshat at the time.
Also, the SMF forum, while I appreciate it is free, feels a little bit of a downgrade. Don't get me wrong, its nice, I
Ben - I went to the bank on Thursday and transfered some money into my Pay Pal account, however I'm still waiting for it to process. As soon as the money is in my Pay Pal account, I'll be forwarding it to you!
Sorry for the double post - I will be posting in the OP tomorow as my network is continually being shut down by Vista. After constant PC restarts, I have about 10 mins before the network will shut itself down. I've been trying to sort it all day, and I think I may have finally cracked it, but to be honest, I'm sick of looking at my computer after spending about 4 hours trying to fix it.
tl;dr - I'll be posting tomorow.
Just a quick question guys - now that Dash/Wedge/Retard's past two posts have been confirmed as a drug induced hallucination, should I edit my last post to reflect this?
Cheers, Keith
P.S, I have been laughing intermittenly over Dash's and Wedge's last post for the past 5 and a half hours. Will Sawbones be avaliable for a quick 'depressant' shot? When I say I'm laughing intermittenly, I mean that I'm laughing so hard and loud that people from wit
QUOTE(Commodore Benjamin Maxwell @ Nov 25 2009, 08:38 PM) [snapback]3658[/snapback]
Folks, I know the long Thanksgiving weekend kicks off tomorrow - should we go on hiatus until Monday?
Sounds like a plan!
Happy Thanksgiving, you wacky Americans!
It wasn’t long before rain ran thick off my slicker. My hurried footsteps splashed puddles and kicked up mud and dirt from the poorly kept road. The pitter-patter of smaller, faster steps weren’t far behind.
Here, in this vermin ridden slum, now more than ever, I realised these were the all-or-nothing days. Good and bad days had become a muddied and blurred mess. On this tired work horse we called the Inner Sphere, onl
Later, after two hours of rest...
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Tired and greedy. If I could sum up this place in two words, they would be tired and greedy. A fitting choice for a forsaken slum.
The sky continued to cry acidic tears over this wounded slum. The soles of my boots ground into the wet and discarded roads as I made my way towards my destination.
Now that I had comp
The hotel door clattered closed, sounding the electronic chime a second time. The diaphragm inside the speaker had been perforated long ago, causing the 'welcome' jingle to sound strangulated. It suited the god awful tone of this run down hell hole.
“Was he any trouble?” I asked the porter. His wrinkled, grizzly fa
It had been little over twenty minutes since I left the hotel. I decided to read over the forged papers I had received earlier. The bus shelter we were sitting in provided enough shelter to stop the documents from getting wet.
The reports detailed a fairly average background on myself. I had graduated from a fairly average and unheard of mercenary school with slightly better-than-average grades. It was exactly what I want
The cockpit opened with a struggled, ripping sound.
“Dear god...” I nearly muttered aloud.
“Don't look so grim handsome. It's not all bad news.” Vivian chirped, commenting on my grimacing face.
Legionnaires' Compound - April 14, 3067
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“Well, here goes…” I muttered, standing outside the Legionnaire compound. The heavy rain had begun to subside slightly and had become a cold, lazy drizzle. Even the rain got tired and weary in this city. I anxiously pressed the intercom b
I couldn't be sure if it was either pure luck or sheer desperation on the Legionnaire's part that had secured me a position in their ranks. The fake paper work seemed to do the trick and, after some persuasion and grovelling, I decided Vivian would look after Near until my return. When I offered to explain the events that had led me to come into contact with Near, she declined. In this case, she said, ignorance would be bliss
Hyperspace. It always made me feel sick to my stomach. I could never understand why. Perhaps it was akin to something like seasickness, but I could never fully grasp what exactly caused me to react against it. Yes, hyperspace always churned my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the unexpected turn we had encountered.
I was a man of war. I had seen enough bloodshed for two generations of my kind. Still, I had been curs
The red hue of the standby lights flickered into life, filling the cockpit of my Stinger. The rocking and clattering sounds of the Thorin seemed far too distant right now and became near silence as I began to reflect on the past few days.
The atmosphere on the ship was dismal, and I had found myself in a strange position. Corporal Schuster's actions had divided many. Some viewed it as mass murder. Others viewed it as
“Acknowledged Omega – Engaging the two Havocs.” I replied, throttling up the Stinger. The two Havocs separated themselves from formation and began a quarter circle to Maxwell’s right.
“Oh no you don’t…” I mur
Rockets scattered and collided into trees and undergrowth, sending deadly shrapnel and debris in every direction. Laser fire scarred and singed the battle zone, causing smoke to dance lazily from the freshly created craters. At this point, I could only hope and assume Celina Santos had managed to escape the brawl.
Things weren't looking good. The large oak tree I was using as tactical cover was slowly becoming ripped
Holy Christ monkey balls! I forgot all about Bushidolord!
In fact... this has inspired me...
Oh, and I presume that Dash Rendar is the rebirth (read - afterbirth) of Bushidolord?
Oh man I'm confused now. Still, I find the level of retardation hilarious :3
That's right! I remember the uncovering, the shame and the massive lolcow that walked into the room on that fateful day we descovered the truth.
It still wont stop me from doing more Bushidolord drawings :3
Also - expect something epic, possibly tonight or tomorrow.
That is insane... It would be interesting if we compiled all of the old stuff into one novel. It would probably end up filling a book shelf. LOL!
From the Land of the Rising Pitchfork comes a l33t warrior who controls his own destiny. Not afraid to deplode everything within his sight (even his emergency parachute), he conquors everything, all while 'adjusting' his sword. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... Bushidolord!

Wearing his dungerees of justice an
Also he has a cigarette in his corncob pipe. He's THAT l33t!

The Destiny Hummer, in all of its glory. Please note the .600 cal pitchfork machine gun.
Stand by for epicness, T-Minus: wh3n 1t g1t5 d0n3!!!
cl1ck nao!!!1Also, please accept this as my post for the day...
Don't you mean 'dePLODment' ?
Oh Ben, when WILL you learn? AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! *sigh*
In all seriousne
QUOTE(Captain Adam Wolf @ Nov 24 2009, 11:04 PM) [snapback]3645[/snapback]
Wow absolutely hilarious. You know how hard it is to be reading that in the college library and trying to not bust out laughing, LOL.
Your brilliant man, I can't wait to see more of it.
You know, I us
QUOTE(Lieutenant Commander Marcus Brad @ Nov 24 2009, 11:54 PM) [snapback]3648[/snapback]
Oh man that was good for a laugh. I had trouble sitting through the voice it was that... intensely annoying.