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it's better than having our emotions and desires twisted and hosed up by Slaanesh, but not by much. let's see, what antibiotics survived the collapse of society and are still utilized? is there anything left in the galaxy that's susceptible to penicillin, or has everything gone resistant? if all else fails, bathe everything around you in holy isopropyl alcohol. edit: I can't believe I forgot to mention LOOKIT THE BABIES HOLY poo poo THEY'RE SO WEE AND FLUFFY! The Kittening has begun out here, we acquired three feral moms in the same colony and their teensy litters. I held a beautiful calico today who looked like a baby guinea pig and was so chill, she just looked around curiously and nuzzled my neck. I'm gonna go see them again tomorrow when I help a couple of cats through recovery, and this time I'll try to get pictures. cat_herder fucked around with this message at 08:04 on Apr 27, 2016 |
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And because timey-wimey poo poo, and Telepathica messages getting lost in the Warp. A young Administratum courier barrels through the halls of Alpha Deck, skidding to a slower stride as an Excoriator squad marches past, staring directly at him. He reaches the secretarial foyer adjunct to the Upper and Lower Council chambers, heading directly for the Majordomo. "Sir, sir! A massive influx of messages just arrived via the Choir. I... uh, I'm not quite sure what to make of them. There are no messages by or for the Lord Sire though, which I did find strange." He held up one of several sheafs of papers, this one with yellow tabs. "Several of these are timestamped for decades ago. At least two have timestamps implying they were sent centuries ago." The Majordomo's face slowly melted from perturbed to curious as the boy spoke. "How many centuries?" "I noted the most egregious time gaps with each outdated message, but in one case, over seven hundred years, sir. Anyway, these are the most pertinent, but there are another hundred that we still haven't found recipients for." The Majordomo's face then went from curiosity to irritation. "What do you mean, no recipients? What kind of idiocy is taking place up there?" His voice hardened. "Need I send someone?" "The Choir has several sages poring over the ship's genealogical record to try to find them. Then...well, there are several very disturbing ones, I've marked those with red and purple tabs." The Majordomo took the sheafs and pored through them, musing "I see you included replies too. Good. There's hope for you yet, boy. Go away, and bring me recipients for those other messages." =============== Anomalous Time Gap - 742 Terran years [RE: Tyranid Bestiary] To: MagosKieraBoTraal@aatnode.001.SegSol From: MagosSebekh@aatnode.XXX.XXXXX Greetings, Magos. Of course, I'd be happy to show you the new entries, provided you are in a similarly giving mood. The usual dead drop satellite orbiting Korbin VII will contain a data sliver comprising the more recent breeds. I heard rumours about you dabbling with the Biologis discipline, you never cease to surprise me, Kiera. ------ To: MagosSebekh@aatnode.XXX.XXXXX From: MagosKieraBoTraal@aatnode.001.SegSol Magos Sebekh, Yes, I've been experimenting with Tyranid biology of late. As they encroach on the galaxy it makes sense to break them down and understand them from the most fundamental level. Those entries you sent me are impressively exhaustive. I take it you've been using human or at least near-human stock to attain such intriguing results. It's a shame these collaborations have to take place so surreptitiously. =============== Anomalous Time Gap - 441 years [Congratulations, uncle Fredrik] To: lordsirefdm@aatnode.001.SegSol From: counterikdm@aatnode.954.SegUlt Oh my Throne I can't believe it. Holy balls I can't believe it. By all that is holy do me a favour and swing by Dayne's World already, this fat sod your predecessor left behind is a right lemon and he's already talking about food tax and secondary consumption tax. Cousin Erik, 79,462nd in line, so please don't execute me. ------ To: counterikdm@aatnode.954.SegUlt From: lordsirefdm@aatnode.001.SegSol Cousin Erik, There are many draws on my attention right now, seeing as my investiture ceremony is only an hour past, but executing you is certainly not one of them, especially after the assistance you gave me with that little problem involving that cowardly bitch Olesya. I owe you one for tracking her down and dismembering her just like I swore she would be. You ensured I did not break an oath, and that means something. I'll see what I can do about modifying the pilgrim's route but it's one of those "should I shouldn't I" things. Could cause problems. We'll see. Lord-Sire Fredrik di Muzio =============== [Requisition Request - Again] To: adadreq7752@aatnode.350.SegSol From: EleonoraBoTraal@aatnode.016.SegPac Dear Sir/Madam, I must yet again stress the need for contact with your supervisor or the sector Quartermaster General. You are impeding the continued operation of a Rogue Trader vessel and several of the items on our requisition list are critical water and reclamation components. Should this situation persist, my Lord Sire has instructed me to inform you that her vessel will arrive in orbit within one Terran week of the receipt of any further communiques inferring a delay or denial. Respectfully, Eleonora Winterswijk, Seneschal, The Beast of Traal ------ To: EleonoraBoTraal@aatnode.016.SegPac From: adadreq7752@aatnode.350.SegSol Thank you for contacting Adeptus Administratum Requisition Office 7,752 servicing Segmentum Solar. I'm afraid your ship is presently not located within Segmentum Solar. Your flight plan places you within Segmentum Pacificus, so I must redirect all future inquiries while you are there to an Adeptus Administratum Requisition Office within Segmentum Pacificus. Kind Regards, Requisition Advisor Roger Pettiford. =============== [I don't like this one bit] To: limosaBoTraal@aatnode.001.SegSol From: amacitaBoTraal@aatnode.735.SegTemp Me again, Look I know I keep messaging you about this but I really think we need to talk. I've trusted Ohone all my life, but not only is she neglecting the Dynasty and its mandate, she's putting the entire ship AND Dynasty at risk constantly. I'm scared, not just for myself but for everyone else aboard. You included. Talk to me, I need you right now. ------ To: amacitaBoTraal@aatnode.735.SegTemp From: limosaBoTraal@aatnode.001.SegSol Ami, you really should try those meditation exercises I showed you. This worrying is going to play havoc with your digestion and you've already been losing weight. I worry for you. The rest of the ship will take care of itself, and I have it on good authority that things are going to have to get worse before they get better, but they WILL get better, I promise. Chin up sweetie. P.S. you really need to start using ship comms, she doesn't read EVERYTHING, and sending this into the depths of space only to have it sent back really is ridiculous if you think about it. =============== [I'll have that warrant soon] To: RexAranea@aatnode.001.SegSol From: DevriesOnceAndFutureK@aatnode.725.SegPac My Lord, When I come into my realm, I shall not forget those who helped me, those who made themselves friends to me before I had anything. I have several intrigues aboard percolating quite nicely but there are several things I will need from you to assist in as smooth a transition as possible. I require at least one kilolitre of each of the following. I know they are hard to find, but their obscurity is a boon in this instance insofar as I can then maintain an absolute stranglehold on their supply. Transmethylfentalate Dextrosynthagramine Fenwick's Decoction #2 Astrapsyklomine I will also require that key personnel (including the recipient/deliverer of this message) be pre-emptively conditioned to complete addiction to at least one of the above, aforementioned substances, in addition to the standard family psychomodifications and conditioning. The full list of names will be delivered in a separate missive. Additionally, for your enjoyment, you should be receiving a simsense package within the next month or so containing my experience of strangling that idiot. You know whom I'm referring to. ====== [Materiel and Personnel Update] To: DevriesOnceAndFutureK@aatnode.725.SegPac From: RexAranea@aatnode.001.SegSol The barrels containing the requested materiel will be delivered with the rest of the requisitioned supplies for the ship so as to draw the least attention. Look for container G.8301.A6.5. Usual cipher for the locks. Agents have already ensured your list is compliant. Just remember, when your reach exceeds your grasp, you'll lose more than your hand. =============== The Majordomo flips through several more sheafs of paper and flips open the purple tabbed ones. [F*DNJFSKFH&#] FHUFDHF(*#BIUBF&E*BF >>Hungry. Preysign detected. Potential compatibility unknown. Tendrils reach and shall grasp the closest. ------ [(_)J#*(FEH(H#@] N*(@#H*F(H*FH&(#G#F@ >>It screams. Tender protoplasm shrieks wildly beyond. Prey incompatible. Prey diminished in presence of our mind. ------ [)JHF*#(ADSBAHJYJ] VN*(VBDEVSDJBQ >>Fungal prey bites the whole. It screams beyond and dies the same. It is endless. A tide of plasm. ------ [)CE(HV*(H&VEGYE] (JN@#B&*VV@#UTRR#*&GF# >>Such light. We taste it from outside. We feel our others to the far side. We shall feast. ============ The Majordomo throws the lot down on the pile, glancing back at the pile of purple tabbed papers with a sense of disgust and dread. Finally, he looks at the last item, covered with several sticky overlays reading REDACTED and INQUISITORIAL EYES ONLY However, he has been granted special authority by the Lord-Sire to view special missives, and tears the cover off. =========== [=][= Inquisitorial Requisition - Authcode Viridian Six-Niner-Alpha Caelum =][=] To: sctrqtrmstrgnrl@aatnode.031.SegSol From: Inq.Athena@aatnode.001.SegUlt By Inquisitorial Mandate and under the Authority of the Inquisition and Lord High Inquisitor Karamazov I hereby requisition the following items. You will also note that I have filed a preliminary flight plan herein with you as Sector Quartermaster General, given I will be operating within your Sector, and expect immediate, unimpeded assistance from the Administratum whenever requested in the completion of this operation. 1 (one) Imperial Guard Battalion, to be supplemented by Inquisitorial shocktroopers. 1 (one) Endeavour class light cruiser 4 (four) Sword class Escorts 5 (five) Transport ships carrying the supplies outlined in my previous missive. Aforementioned vessels will be fitted with full Inquisition livery before delivery. I also expect a full 100AU no fly zone to be established surrounding my final destination, and I expect it to be enforced. Inquisitor Athena =][= ------ To: Inq.Athena@aatnode.001.SegUlt From: sctrqtrmstrgnrl@aatnode.031.SegSol Noble Inquisitor, forgive me for saying this but, uh, your flight plan takes you to Koreedan IIb? That system was declared dead centuries ago, and the moon itself classified a Dead World, and Quarantined by Inquisitor Lord Barathur, Ordo Xenos. The materials you requested are also exotic and will take time to source. Please do not take this as a refusal to co-operate, but I must ask that you consider delaying for at least a month. For the ships, I'll have to talk to the Governor, as there appear to be several conflicts demanding naval attentions at present. The no-fly zone however, I am happy to tell you, is well within reason and eminently doable. Finally, as a personal note, I am a faithful man, and I have heard the most terrible stories about the Ghosts of Koreedan. Tread carefully, and know my prayers are with you. Sector Quartermaster General Leonid Brel. Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 09:15 on Apr 27, 2016 |
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Slice of Life: Ohta "Blackfinger" Tembo. Location: The Eminent Domain, The Warp Blackfinger set the dataslate down with a grin. "Dead world full of ghosties AND a no-fly zone? Timestamp puts that message having been sent only about two weeks ago. Where would you go if you wanted to lay low for a while and wanted nobody to bother you?" "A dead world full of ghosties, gribblies and a no-fly zone, boss?" Marrow answered with a question. The flame-haired pirate captain grinned at him, nodding slowly. "You aren't half as dumb as you look, Marrow. Sometimes you even surprise me in a GOOD way." "Oh gently caress off." Marrow snorted with a laugh and poured the captain and himself a pair of amasecs. He handed Blackfinger the one with the much larger portion, metal fingertips clinked against priceless crystal and he raised it in salute. "Question is, what does Athena think she'll find buried there. Thoughts?" Blackfinger's words addressed the slender brunette in the corner and she turned slowly, shaking her head. "I couldn't say, but if she's making openly-filed requests through easily intercepted channels she must be in a hurry. She does nothing without reason, and nothing this brash without drat good reason." Menerwé responded. "I know, you've had me chasing word of her ever since I met you." He pauses. "Bridge, tell Sarkoz I want us heading for the Koreedan system, Ultima Segmentum. Best speed." Then he looks at his Eldar companion again. "Ever going to tell me why?" Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled. "One day."
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LowellDND posted:Today’s music: some Bey  [Intro] What happened at the Beast? Bitch, I'm back by popular demand [Refrain: Ohonecé] Y'all haters corny with that Eldar Craftworld mess Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless when I rock my Titan 'mor dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock Fabs' Rock necklaces My daddy Omnissiah, Momma Carmilliana You mix that Trader with that Rossette make a Maiden bama I like my baby heirs with awesome hair and death blows I like my gas mask with ten thousand gas hoses Earned all this money but they never take the Forge world outta me I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag [Interlude: Big Fabiyan] Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that I did not come to play with you hoes, haha I came to slay, bitch I like alcohol and Divine Emperor, bitch Oh, yes, you besta believe it [Refrain: Ohonecé] Y'all haters corny with that Eldar Craftworld mess Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless when I rock my Titan 'mor dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock Fabs' Rock necklaces My daddy Omnissiah, Momma Carmilliana You mix that Trader with that Rossette make a Maiden bama I like my baby heirs with awesome hair and death blows I like my gas mask with ten thousand gas hoses Earned all this money but they never take the Forge world outta me I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag [Chorus: Ohonecé] I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, banishing plague-makers El Titano with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (take what's mine), That's my star (That's my star) Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay) I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated [Verse: Ohonecé] When he gently caress me good I take his rear end to Agatha's, cause I slay When he gently caress me good I take his rear end to Agatha's, cause I slay If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my Space Hulk, cause I slay Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, cause I slay I might get your song played on the video screens, cause I slay I might get your song played on the video screen, cause I slay You just might be Rogal Dorn in the making, cause I slay I just might be Rogal Dorn in the making [Chorus: Ohonecé] I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, banishing plague-makers El Titano with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (take what's mine), That's my star (That's my star) Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay) I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated [Bridge: Ohonecé] Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper [Outro] Girl, I hear some thunder Golly, look at that water, boy, Ohmnissiah!
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Tran posted:Plague marines just don't get enough screen time. Guess they kind of double booked the quiet and near indestructible horror slot when they made necrons. Prefer the green dudes to screaming chainaxe khornates anyday though. Is there a 1 weird trick that plague marines hate?
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poor life choice posted:Is there a 1 weird trick that plague marines hate? Giant cans of RAID turned into flamethrowers?
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poor life choice posted:Is there a 1 weird trick that plague marines hate? The Omnissiah-blessed bottles of Purell next to all the doors in the ship?
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I'm getting kind of a Mass Effect 2 finale vibe from what's going on now - maybe we just had a moment where it was either sacrifice Eduard, or weaken everyone/risk defeat/lose someone else when this plague marine dunks on us. But if he kicks our rear end how will we beat Huron. 
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Well thats why we throw a paranoid, neurotic Travis at Huron instead. Neither may be aware of the meltabomb taped to Travis's appendix, but they would know soon enough.
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The Meltabomb in his gut is nice but it's just cover for the critical fusion core Adelaide is going to dunk on Huron's head from behind. Cmon and Slam
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poor life choice posted:LowellDND, it is now important that Ohone at some point savagely dunks on some chump xeno or AI. File that away for some climactic scene where she has to plug a MacGuffin in somewhere to start/stop an apocalyptic event reminder to Do This
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USE THE VOLCANO RING, PURIFY
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HiHo ChiRho posted:
Oh my god Im smiling so hard right now 
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Current: 444,149 You gave a half nod. “Lord Typhus.” Typhus, the Herald of the Plague Lord. Responsible for the worst viral outbreaks in the galaxy, depopulating a thousand worlds with the Rot, the pox, the sickness. Worse things that had no name, for they left no survivors. Even now you could feel your armor signalling a dozen warnings, biohazards of the worst sort. The slightest breach would liquify any organics you had left. Edourd was on the ground, languid and dull-eyed. Limosa was laughing quietly, while Athena and Fabiyan watched the Herald with narrowed eyes. You could feel the faint tingling on your skin of before combat, before the lethal contests where you had no assurance of victory. No minor daemon or band of cultists, this. The most favored of the Plague Lord, striding over the pestilence of a million rotting battlefields. The great creature - perhaps host would describe him better - shifted his massive scythe from hand to hand. You could hear the faint gurgling of his parasites, his thousand symbiotes. Daemonic things, some the size of a human fist, wriggling and leaping inside his armor. You could hear the tens of thousands of insects and psuedo-insects, breeding and growing and dying. Ready to emerge in a cloud of flies and death and decay. His voice had odd undertones - the result of creatures crawling in and out of his mouth as he spoke. His loving family. He chewed and swallowed and spat them, and they crawled gleefully through the rot that was his body. Even his armor looked sickly, the ancient runes of the God-Emperor defaced with the sigils of the Plague Lord. On anyone else, it would look like he was on the verge of death - but with Typhus, his posture showed an unholy vitality. Host to every disease that existed, still he advanced through the ages. “You were hard to find, you know. Harder than we expected.” You chuckled despite yourself. “You can’t imagine we were looking for this.” “Hm? No.” The great hulk gave a sigh, a deep sloughing laugh. “No. But since you were crawling through my innards, I thought it would have happened faster.” His voice took a turn towards the sentimental. “I know every little darling that squirms through me. Their names and their natures.” Edourd vomited on the meat of the floor, curled in on himself. Little mouths in the floor opened, lapped at it eagerly. You could almost feel the Herald’s smile. “He’ll be one of mine soon.” You hefted your drills. “Is this what you came for? To talk?” Typhus chuckled. “Well, yes. The fever takes time, after all. Call this … the incubation period. Before you inevitably try to … fight the inevitable.” You glanced at Fabiyan, Athena. They were both moving to flank the monster. Surreptitiously. Best to keep him talking then, get a better tactical position. Villains did so love the sound of their own voice. “I bet you talk to all the girls like that.” Another low chuckle. “No, madame. You are special, as well you know. It is a rare person who can even stand in my presence without their organs turning to sludge.” “Really? Flattery? This is what you are going with?” “And why not? You gave Abraxus his chance.” You shook your head at the flash of images, horrid memories. The smell of ozone, the taste of bitter honey. Bit the inside of your cheek hard. Tasted blood. “Can’t say I’m excited about getting STDs. Been pretty good about dodging those so far.” “Indeed, you have. Trading your body for metal, living in your ceramite cage. Never leaving. You are becoming one of the Iron Men in truth.” “As opposed to what? A barely coherent figure of slime?” “Love.” You laughed despite yourself. “Can’t picture you bringing me chocolate.” “No, we offer better. Acceptance.” His voice was oddly insistent. “You’ve been exiled from your species, your Family, locking yourself up in both emotion and form. Dear Ohone, so alone. Grandfather Nurgle loves you.” Images. A polluted wasteland, rot and vomit. The smoke of fires, decay. And yet, acceptance. A love that accepted all things, all forms, without hesitation, without demands. Loving you for what you were. Figures walked that landscape, uncaring of their appearance, how their bodies were rotting away, their frames filled with parasites. And above them all, the bloated form, Grandfather, ready to hold and love all that lived. 
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"I gave Abraxus his chance to seal his fate, to embarrass himself before I did away with him. You have done the same, and now I grant you the same fate..." Open Fire with our ring. "CLEANSING"
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<loel> I thought of you while I wrote cat_herder  <cat_herder> aw thank you LowellDND posted:“No, we offer better. Acceptance.” His voice was oddly insistent. “You’ve been exiled from your species, your Family, locking yourself up in both emotion and form. Dear Ohone, so alone. Grandfather Nurgle loves you.” if you're trolling me I stg yeah on retrospect trying to slog through this place full of parasites and obvious gross poo poo was a bad call. let's get the gently caress out of here and get Edourd and Limosa into the ship infirmary, stat. We need our badass psykers alive, thx. edit: still think we need to douse ourselves, Typhus, and everything around us with rubbing alcohol. let's find out how long it takes to modify one of the cannons for this.
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Nurgle being all and just being ridiculously happy is one of the best 40k things.
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Arkanomen posted:"I gave Abraxus his chance to seal his fate, to embarrass himself before I did away with him. You have done the same, and now I grant you the same fate..." Like this, what's the collateral damage if we do?
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Toughy posted:Like this, what's the collateral damage if we do? Hopefully as much of this wretched place as possible.
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LowellDND posted:“No, we offer better. Acceptance.” His voice was oddly insistent. “You’ve been exiled from your species, your Family, locking yourself up in both emotion and form. Dear Ohone, so alone. Grandfather Nurgle loves you.” I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ... IS ANYONE ELSE NOT CONCERNED BY THIS CHOICE OF LANGUAGE?! I mean really now. (Alternately, Let's try unleashing a variant of a virus he CAN'T control on this place and see what happens... a memetic virus.)
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Love is Papa N's thing. It's not that suspicious....right? RIGHT?!
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I think Nurgle seems like a pretty cool guy and that whole scene is just the Nurgle version of someone saying "Slaanesh" and everything getting really sexyweird/people shooting themselves in the face because it's just too much.
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Oh, he loves everyone does he? Then take heart! He'll still love you as atomic vapor! Proceed to eliminate Typhus with all the thorough exactness that only love and acceptance can provide.
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paragon1 posted:Oh, he loves everyone does he? Then take heart! He'll still love you as atomic vapor! It's not like we can kill a rotting corpse held together with plague ooze.
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There Bias Two posted:It's not like we can kill a rotting corpse held together with plague ooze. Bleach kills everything.
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Mamacat!
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mepstein73 posted:I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU But what if he can? I reckon ionising everything nearby us is for the best.
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mepstein73 posted:I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU Lord Typhus is one of the few NPCs confirmed in 40k fluff as having used a memetic virus. If there's any connection in the language, it'd be because the virus used was his creation. Whether he released it or not would be moot, the very acts of creating and spreading viral life are pleasing to the plaguefather. Because as the man said, Papa Nurgle loves you.
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Tomn posted:I'm going to guess that what happened was that she finally lost her temper. People have emotions and desires and can act irrationally when placed under enough stress, what a shock! First sane defence of Amacita couping the ship and dissing Ohone in public I've found (well, up to that point in the post). Suffice to say, I don't know why so many readers, including Lowell (first time in 450 pages or so I disagreed with any characterization), think Amacita simply 'guessed wrong' and didn't betray Ohone, when she clearly lacked professional, personal or even basic respect for the possessions of Ohone. The way Amacita couped the ship and talked down to her would have gotten almost anyone fired from a job. She basically stole a company from the CEO/Owner, dissed her when she returned and said "it was for the best"! Sure it was, but she could've sent Ohone an email at any point in time, acted as her hand rather than stealing her title, and she would have gotten. Or at least she could have shown basic professional courtesy and respect when she came back if she believed Ohone would say no and that moral exigency demanded she not take the chance, but nooo, let's be rude! I would of course not have executed her irl (though it being 40k I would've been tempted to, but instead exiling her to a big planet where she can do her thing). It's just a pity the avatar of good in this Galaxy had no sense of hierarchy, wisdom, common sense, or even basic teamwork. Sincera may have been the lawful good version of chaotic stupid Amacita, but at least she had common sense. --- The difference between Limosa and Amacita is Limosa is polite and takes initiative in Ohone's stead, whereas Amacita is publicly rude, and steals her title and ship while doing so. It's the difference between a seneschal and declaring independence, and mocking your overlord while doing it. RA Rx fucked around with this message at 05:28 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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GIVE MOMMA CAT SOME GOOD CAT FOOD!
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Arkanomen posted:GIVE MOMMA CAT SOME GOOD CAT FOOD! She's shy, but we leave plates for her and the kittens
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There Bias Two posted:It's not like we can kill a rotting corpse held together with plague ooze. You should note that I did not use the word kill!
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LowellDND posted:Mamacat! Awwww, this is adorable! You've probably made sure already, but don't let the Daddy cats get in there. Also, apropos picture, I vote Team Catgirl, I'm tempted by the Federation, but Team Catgirl seems rabidly pro-Athena too, plus it's more innocent and joyful, and might try to socialize more with Athena outside of the military, and other people too of course. Huh... I believe that puts us at 20-20 at this critical juncture, not intended... but oh well. --- Man, we didn't immediately vote to let Athena act temporally beyond 3 seconds, or even pop a statis field (to keep all the good people safe (maybe even the baddies)). It's kind of her fault for not spending more time cultivating Ohone as a friend on the emotional level. Will still vote aye though, with a small precondition. RA Rx fucked around with this message at 02:33 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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LowellDND posted:You can press it at any time, but I will need twenty five (25) votes to do so. There is no time limit to that vote. I vote Aye! RA Rx fucked around with this message at 04:25 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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RA Rx posted:I vote Aye! You know, I have no idea what the vote count on that is Anyone wanna check?
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