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I feel like the calves (middle part of the leg) are too skinny, and, conversely, the ankles (part just above the foot) are too thick, at least in proportion to the leg as a whole. That's pretty much my only gripe though, I really love the design otherwise.

And Mega Bloks shall inherit the earth. *shrug*

To be honest, it did kinda get weird after they left behind the original theme of robots dealing with weird metaphysical/mystical stuff on a tropical island. Like... the Bohrok weren't too far or anything, but it was definitely a weirdening/departure from that idea. And then Makuta as A Dude who can be stabbed by Another Dude? Like, tbh, I think the original, clever theme might have happened by accident, for all the effort they put into sticking to it.

All of this. Just 100% of it.

Princes Of The Universe - The Protomen I have no rival / No man could be my equal

The secret entrance to an incredibly well-hidden tunnel into Fort Knox's gold vaults.

Alright, I'm game. The Empire's first mistake was in making martyrs of dissidents. Their lives could be snuffed out, but names were harder to erase, and by 1984 there was a litany, a great list of names - my army of the dead. In the end, it did not matter what they had stood for, as long as their execution, their murder, stood as a black mark against the evil of the Empire, their willingness to spend human life in exchange for shiny toys. With these proofs of the Emperor's crimes, and the growing toll taken by the callous disregard many state-sanctioned research facilities showed for the lives of their test subjects, it was all too easy to amass an army of volunteers, living guerrillas to march under the banner of the dead. Even with my ghastly mementos sprayed over the walls of the cities and seared into the minds of the people, though, it would be madness to face the Imperial armies on the field in open battle, suicide to challenge the strength of the Empire - so we attacked its weakness instead. In the great cities, it was all too easy to disappear; firebomb some outpost of law and order, terrify the soldiers within, and vanish - most times, by the time reinforcements arrived, we were hundreds of feet above or below them, and in the confusion of the bombing, they never could figure out just who had done it. So confused, and so frightened were the soldiers, that they began to look upon the people with suspicion, and, when some of their chums bought it, it became all too common for them to take their revenge on some civilian suspected of sympathizing with my rebellion. I allowed this, hard as it was - the butchers, in taking their vengeance, were doing my work for me! For a rebel, truly caught, would indeed have hurt my cause - but some innocent baker's son, given to the firing squad for looking like he might have done something? Oh, his mother's grief and rage would be terrible to behold, and in the fearful outbursts of those tasked with keeping the peace I found my most effective recruiters. Simply amassing an army of inflamed bakers and clerks could not be enough, no, of course not - but in that army I found eyes. I found agents who, through happenstance, were positioned to inform me of the identities and movements of many of those tasked with commanding the enforcers of the Emperor's law, or - much more importantly - with finding out the ringleaders of the rebellion. So exposed, any one of these key men could be treated to knife, bomb or bullet at my convenience, and I was generous indeed with these gifts. With each cut down, the enforcers - and, I learned, the Emperor himself - grew more furious, and their retribution bloodier. When the Emperor, incensed at the death of some favored cousin, authorized the neutron bombing of a stadium, I knew the time had come for an open declaration of war. After the deaths of millions for the simple crime of being in the same city as one of my assassins, even many of the Emperor's soldiers turned upon him, refusing to fire on my rebels as they stormed hundreds of armories across the planet, seizing the arms required to take back our planet. I personally directed the assault on the Emperor's Palace, for I knew the men and women under my command would accept nothing less. With my own eyes did I witness his soldiers either lay down arms or join our ragged ranks as we marched to the butcher's throne room. With my own hand did I pull the trigger that ended the Emperor's life - for, as I announced, to my troops and the world, no one who had tasted such power and had it pulled away from him could help but reach for it again. --- After the war ended in 1996, reconstruction became our first priority. Full pardons were given to all political prisoners, bans were lifted on all religions - though many, sadly, lacked any living adherents - and political power was devolved on a regional basis, giving cultural groups autonomy so long as they upheld the rights of all people - to autonomy of the body and mind, to all of the resources needed to live, and to the pursuit of a better life - while maintaining strong economic ties across the globe. Steps were taken to restore the wild places of the world to what they had been a century before, using the cybernetic technology of the past decades to stabilize ecosystems ravaged by war and by misuse; in this project, the zoos established by the Emperor served as an excellent starting point. The military was almost totally eliminated, so that no group could so effectively hold the threat of violence over another again; I burned the very tools that ensured my victory over the old Terran Empire, for I wanted to avoid such an uprising against any member of the Global Federation of Free States, and I knew with absolute certainty that the only way the Empire could have stopped me was to have acted, above all, to preserve human life. This he failed to do, but as I reflect now upon the world I have built, upon the patchwork governments in which a soldier like myself no longer has any place, I believe that we will not be so weak. - - - This is fun. Now, do your worst. EDIT: Oh, and I would recommend a rule that the same player can't use the same complete strategy twice - elements of it, perhaps, since so much of the work of tearing down regimes of the same general type is pretty much laid out for you, but not the whole plan.

Grand Parade - Blind Guardian I need this album so badly

I really love the way everything fits together, gives it sort of an organic look. Especially fond of the construction of the arms and legs, though the head deserves all of the praise it has attracted.

Solid Rock - Dire Straits finished writing that drum solo why did i write a drum solo

IC: Einbora Týr shook slightly as the shots pinged off of its back, but the hail of bullets gave Fairuza all the information she needed to turn and look up in time to see the brilliantly painted Raptor soar overhead, bank to the left, and vanish to the southwest. Týr pumped its fist in the air as its pilot laughed, pushing the throttle to follow her new dance partner through the city. Fairuza's piloting was a touch more careful now that someone had shot at her; she hugged the edges of buildings, making sure to leave as few clear shots open as possible while still looking out for another glimpse of the Raptor. Just in case she did see something, she kept Týr's left arm raised, ready to return fire. "You certainly can make an entrance, stranger. Make this battle glorious, and I'll pay for drinks later, yeah?"

Been alternating Under the God - Tin Machine with I - Black Sabbath. Helps me think while I'm trying to write this drum solo. I don't even play the drums I'm a bleedin' flautist

Stare right back. Two can play this game, and I don't have eyelids.

So, I liked X-Men Apocalypse. Haven't had more than a few hours for it to sink in yet, but, you know, so far so good. I like how the main villain's early actions make it understandable how someone could choose to follow him without personally desiring the end of the world. I mean... nuclear disarmament? Good start, buddy! But What if What if there were a story where some mighty immortal, trapped under rocks for literally thousands of years, woke up, got to see the world And had an overall positive reaction at first? Like, They saw cars, and were impressed with the speed at which a machine, unaided by any beasts of burden, could move And they saw trains, and got excited about trains, because trains are exciting And then planes. Wow, planes. Planes! If I were that old, and had been asleep that long, planes would blow my mind. And then someone tells them that smallpox isn't a thing anymore, and oh my good golly gumdrops, smallpox isn't a thing anymore! Again, coming from that far back in history, I'd be blown away. So they're impressed by that, and by the scale on which people live now (because Cairo ca. 1984 is much, much bigger than Cairo back when there were still working out the issues in pyramid-building), and at first this mighty, immortal ruler, this ancient world-ruler, is just walking around, taking in the sights, and they're thinking, y'know, this is good. I like what you've done with the place. A+ work, kids. And where they go from there kind of depends on the tone you want to set. Do they remain impressed? Do they decide that humanity, while it has progressed, still needs them at the helm for some reason? Do they see something, some darker side to this advancement, that convinces them that they need to do something big to change things? Can't really get into that last one without discussing what it is that would convince them that the world needs re-making, and I'm not in the mood to make it something ridiculous like Adam Sandler movies (though, to be fair, "burn the world" is a perfectly understandable reaction to Adam Sandler's financial success), so... yeah. Fun thing to think about.

IC: There comes a moment, when sitting safely behind cover, watching for someone to make the first move, that it becomes obvious that everyone else is doing the same thing. As Fairuza saw it, such a thing would be fine in a genuine combat situation - but a bit of a mood-killer for a sim tournament. Unless there were some protocol in place for dropping fuel-air bombs on the locations of randomly-selected pilots hiding behind cover, the situation could, in fact, never break. Which would be a shame, really. Sighing, she eased Týr out of the bombed-out shell of the building, walked the 'mech into the middle of the street, and keyed the comm to transmit on all frequencies. "Last one to Valhalla buys the drinks, but only if one of you starts shooting already!" A brief pause, then she rattled off her coordinates, followed by a snarled "Get some" as she started scanning rooftops and the openings of streets for an approaching challenger.

I'll give this about a 4/5, I'm not super into it but it's nice, definitely like the sort of dreamy instrumentals.

I've been listening to quite a bit of Blind Guardian lately - mostly the four most recent albums, because I've been feeling sad about not actually owning those four albums. This leaves Follow the Blind as the only one of their albums I've literally never listened to. Beyond that... mostly pining for the Miracle of Sound albums I'm not in a position to buy yet.

I get the feeling that everyone playing it cautious in the sims is killing this thing. If nothing has moved by the 27th, I volunteer to have the first bad idea. EDIT: Forget it, I'm not patient enough for this. Hats off to whoever takes the first shot.

If you're suggesting that there's a more perfect version of The Room or Birdemic, you need to bring it to me. Anyway, I'd just sort of... crinkle space-time a bit. Pull in corners of universes until they get all tangly somewhere around Cornwall, and then spend the rest of my time figuring out the effects of that.

Punch my 14-year old self in the throat, to be perfectly honest. Or give dog biscuits to dinosaurs, I guess.

IC (Isariah): Isariah chuckled at that, shaking her head, "See, I hadn't even thought about that." More quietly, she added, "Been doing too many legit jobs lately, I suppose. It's a good thing you showed up, else I might have forgotten why Khorshid even has hidden compartments, eh?" Still smiling, she pushed her seat back and walked over to the bar, giving the Wookiee behind it a quick wave. "Hey, how's it going? And while we're talking, what've you got to eat - hot food only, okay?"