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  1. Ka-Chan
    So yeah, I haven't been on all day, mainly because I've been having a blast for the past 24 hours!
     
    Candy, cake, manly food *burgers and chili, dood*, video games, flashlight tag, and movies. Lots of movies. Only three friends came along: Dylan, Tyler, and Matthew, and only two of them stayed the night. Kevin, Frank, and Jim were no-shows. But Jim said we could hang out some time anyways.
     
    We spent around a quarter of the get-together just hanging out, watching Xar's many antics in a Batman costume, another goofing off with things like flashlight tag *where we all had to act like zombies*, another just eating and the final one watching movies.
     
    We watched Live Free Or Die Hard, which we spent a lot of the time just snickering and talking because most of us had already seen it. Then we watched Army Of Darkness, which started out as one of the most cheesily/hillariously awesome movies I had ever seen until it lost it's momentum and became an average movie. Then finally it was 28 Days Later, which was probably one of the few zombie flicks I'll probably truly adore. We also got Caddyshack, but we had all passed out by the end of 28 Days Later at 2 in the morning.
     
    My brother has given me a Tau Hammerhead Gunship, I got Heroscape from my parents, a suprise phonecall from my girlfriend out in California, and a load of money from my friends *which I'm debating to either buy Dead Space or Crysis:Warhead with* .
     
    But ultimately, I had fun getting back together with my friends and spending a few hours playing Halo3 and co-op on Gears of War.
     
    So yeah, I'm all happy and worn out now.
     
    Not gonna stop me from getting all me other presents though :3
  2. Ka-Chan

    Birthday Madness!

    By Ka-Chan,

    It's a pleasant morning over here, just enjoying the sun illuminate most of my room right now. I plan on taking the morning easy because this afternoon, it's gonna be party-party-party!
     
    It's a tradition for my parties to be move-fests. This year, we've got Live Free Or Die Hard, Caddyshack, Army of Darkness and 28 Days Later. We had to buy them from the 7-dollah bin at Circuit City, since y'know, Netflix has royally slaughtered the movie rental buisness. Shame too, I wanted to rent Room 148 or whatever that movie about the haunted hotel was called.
     
    But anyways, yeah- no sleep tonight.
     
    Just don't expect to see me this afternoon or tommorow morning, okie?
     
    PARTEH~ <3
  3. Ka-Chan
    1. Kativa gets sick.
     
    2. Kativa can't talk.
     
    3. Kativa gets stressed.
     
    4. Kativa suddenly has to kill 7 Vortex Goliaths all at once in Hellgate:London.
     
    5. Kativa fails repeatedly at killing so many gigantic demons at once, and he is only level 12. Since this is one of the few things Kativa can manage to do while he's sick, he has nothing else to do besides fight and fail repeatedly while waiting for dinner.
     
    6. Kativa spews curses at the computer.
     
    7. Hellgate:London gets turned and it's box is promptly hurled across the room, becoming a projectile missle for the cat which barely avoids being vaporized by said box.
     
    8. Kativa attempts to call up two friends to invite to his birthday party. Too bad said friends check their answering machines once every few millenia.
     
    9. It is an epic failure.
     
    10. Kativa gets on Bzp and curses at the lack of anything happening.
     
    11. Kativa attempts to transform Soundwave while waiting for a reply from Orb.
     
    12. Soundwave refuses to cooperate.
     
    13. Soundwave learns how to fly.
     
    14. Tragically, learning how to fly also results in Soundwave becoming a parapeliegic.
  4. Ka-Chan
    I just got back from Borders. I got to meet my favorite author in person, R.A Salvatore. I know that not everyone here is gonna recognize him *seriously guys, maybe you would if you stopped spending your afternoons watching TTGL over and over again or something along those lines* , but he is without a doubt my favorite author- and it shows. Salvatore and his son were really nice guys, and I enjoyed hearing them answer questions.
     
    He may write not on his own but under Wizards from Hasbro, but he has made his arc of the Forgotten Realms book franchise his own with the character Drizzt and many more. I learned many fun things behind my favorite fantasy novel(s) and when I got the chance, I got to ask my favorite author a question of my own.
     
    All I simply wanted was his biggest, most overall important piece of advice he could give to aspiring writers like myself. His reply?
     
    " If you can afford to quit, quit."
     
    He explained to me that unless I was truly devoted and it was truly in my heart that I wanted to be an author, it's best not to try. He let me know that getting published was near impossible and that at the core of it, it is very hard and often not worth doing it. But you know what? I love writing. I love reading- he told me to write and try to get published only if writing was the thing that made me most happy and I was convinced that I had something special.
     
    Did I take this as being put down? No. I did not- infact, I was glad to hear this, because during all my years of daydreaming of being an author, I hadn't thought about that. It didn't matter how good you are at writing, ultimately it's the publisher's desicion to let you by or not.
     
    Furthering this, one of the girls in the audience turned out to be our chashier later. She told me something along the same lines- she loved writing and flourished in high school, but in the end the 15 publishers she had tried all rejected her writings. But even then, she too pointed me in the right direction, giving me an idea of what courses to look for and what directories for writing I should look for if I truly wanted to be an author.
     
    Ultimately, he meant keep on writing, but don't bet my whole life on it unless I was 100% convinced.
     
    In the end, Salvatore and his son alike both shook my hand and wished me best of luck, but not before signing my book with happy birthday wishes.
     
    ^^
  5. Ka-Chan
    Thank God, too. I thought I was never gonna be able to sleep through the night. Ultimately though, it means I'll be better in time for my birthday part which is in... Just over 24 something hours.
     
    Oh, and more importantly, I get to meet my favorite author today! R.A Salvatore! WOOOOTAGE ON AN EPIC SCALE
  7. Ka-Chan

    Quickstroke

    By Ka-Chan,

    The bay doors slid open silently as the alarms wailed overhead. The troopers of Lau'Ra squadron Cichlid poured out from their quarters and dashed down the long corridor of the Tau dropship. Although boasting a thick hull, Shas'la Na'Shon Kias, nicknamed Ripple, found himself wishing his helmet had sound-dampening features. The sound of erupting shells rocked the steadfast transport from the outside was nearly deafening, although the more expierenced members around him barely seemed to notice. As the rest of his squadron pulled their pulse rifles and carbines off the weapons rack, Ripple stocked up on many of the grenades he could, sticking true to his nickname. During the many combat simulations he had participated in while training, he had always stuck to shell-shocking the enemy formations with as many grenades as possible. Grabbing a hold of his pulse carbine, he slipped back into the rest of his squadron. Their Shas' Ui and squad commander Kias Mont'yr took to the front, adressing them.
     
    "Listen in and listen up, Shas'la! We've had Tetra scouts and Pathfinders stuck in the outskirts of this backwater Gue'la fortress for far too long- so I say we make sure it was worth it for the boys and take this compound for the Greater Good!"
     
    Ripple's comrades raised their rifles and cheered in response, and the new recruit clumsily stuck the nose of his pulse carbine in the air. He hoped it wouldn't go off and exhaust itself like that one incident during his firefight simulations. It had only ever happened once and have proven to be a faulty rifle, but the paranoia had never left him. Mont'yr put his helmet over his head and fastened it into place, then made a quick stance and pointed to the back.
     
    "Let's make this swift, Shas'la! We drop down in minutes- get in there, draw the humans out of formation so the Battlesuits can slip in and do what they do best. They've bolstered their defenses with mere conscripts and allying Marines, so keep your heads down!"
     
    The Tau flooded out of the weapons room and loaded up in the drop-bay, rifles cocked and ready. Anxious for his first true battle, Ripple found himself glancing left and right, his concious tuning out everything but the sound of gunfire and flak outside. Whatever it was like out there, he was about to find out. The Air Caste member's voice poured in through their com-links with a clouded accent that fit with his stature.
     
    " Bay hatch opening. Get ready Shas'La, it's going to be rough out there."
     
    With a faint hiss, the large bay door slid open, and the sounds of battle rang through the ship with a ferocity that Ripple had never met during his simulation days. The dropship had dipped down low , only a few dozen feet above the air. Lazfire sprayed everywhere from below the vast Imperial Castellum ahead. The sound of gunfire and the sensation of pumping adrenaline shook Ripple, but at the same time drew him out. Forcing himself to peer outside of the dropship, he was immediately met with awe at the sight of a squadron of Crisis Battlesuits leaping out from the top of a fellow dropship.
     
    Almost immediately the enemy fire concentrated like a horde of wasps, zoning in on the Battlesuits- but the lazrounds merely hissed and dissapated on contact, leaving scorch marks on their armor. Ripple had only seen Battlesuits once before, and that was merely in a hangar where they seemed lifeless. Now, they dipped left and right through the air like acrobatic insects, blue fire blazing from their plasma rifles. They seemed so energetic with their pilots inside, dropping and rising in altitude, escorting an appearently marked transport behind them.
     
    Another shell tore past a Battlesuit's head, just blasting through it's back- the Crisis suit replied by flying out ahead and firing a silo of missles down presumabley at the one who cast the first stone. It quickly zipped back into formation- a moment passed and then all of them suddenly broke off and flew ahead.
     
    A shot whizzed past Ripple's head, making him retreat back into the bay, but his curiosity quickly pulled him back out. As he watched the skirmish unfolding below with Imperial Guardsmen and Kroot auxillaires, another Fire Warrior strode up besides and him, crouching down to avoid possible enemy fire.
     
    "Quite a sight, eh?" the fellow Shas'la said through the comlink. Ripple nodded, his head quickly pulled back to that nearby dropship as another Battlesuit popped out of it. But unlike the other somewhat simple suits, this one was different. It's back was heavily equipped, bristling with thrusters and headlights, it's head equipped with all sorts of antennae and targeting gear. Sporting weapons bigger then those of it's fellow battlesuits, Ripple caught note of the Battlesuit's most shocking equipment. The fire warrior spoke out loud for the first time in almost an hour.
     
    "That one has c-chainsaws!"
     
    It was true, the Battlesuit had a chainsaw bolted to each forearm, looking like those he had seen many Imperial Sargeants wielding in the training holograms. The toothed blades were still encrusted with blood, and Ripple felt himself pale in shock. The Fire Warrior next to him laughed and nodded. "Indeed, I've only seen Quickstroke a handful of times, but those adopted weapons of his have never ceased to suprise me." Ripple just nodded. "T-that's barbaric!" The other Fire Warrior nodded beneath his helmet in agreement. "Indeed, but it's what the Shas'O likes. I heard he got them from his auxilliary of converted Gue'la Guardsmen." Ripple almost took his helmet off, but a nearby explosion knocked a Stealthsuit that he had only now noticed right out of the sky. He fastened his helmet back into place as he watched the Tau's burnt body plummet out of the sky. The image was horrible, but the amazement at such an eccentric commander pulled him back to the subject.
     
    "But why?" Ripple said, looking down at his rifle and fingering it as a few shots singed the hull. The other Tau began to speak, but quickly gawked and gripped his rifle "Oh, wait! Here you go- this is why! Get ready!" As they flew over the walls of the bombarded Imperial Castellum, the armored figures of Jump Jet Blood Angels tore out from behind the wall, soaring straight for the transports!
     
    Ripple muffled a shout of suprise and raised up his carbine, squeezing the trigger and firing at one of the rapidly approaching Marines, the grimace on it's helmet locked in place. His shots went off target and bounced harmlessly off the Marine's massive shoulders, his approach stirring up more feelings of fear in the Fire Warrior. A few of the other Warriors came out in front of Ripple, firing a few rounds of their own at the Marines. As the Marines shouted their cries of benedictions and raised their chainswords, there was a loud thud on the roof of the ship.
     
    The Marines' focus turned upwards as the Crisis battlesuit with chainsaws pounced on them, knocking one out of the sky way with an awkward kick, the other Marine who hadn't reacted yet was blown apart by a Cyclic Ion blaster at point-blank range. The other two marines had already stormed Ripple and his comrades, killing two Fire Warriors with grievous wounds delt by their chainswords even as they stumbled into the bay. "Xenos scum!" One of them sneered and lunged at Ripple. He yelped and scrambled backwards into two confused Tau , barely missing the Marine's flurry of swipes before squeezing the trigger as tight as he could. The plasma bullets hammered the Space Marine, knocking him back. Ripple instinctively pulled his carbine up higher, this time blasting the Marine in the head. The Marine took another step back, dazed from the point-blank barrage. The Fire Warrior didn't hesitate as he fearfully launched a grenade from his tactical attatchment into the stunned human. The explosion cracked open the Space Marine's armor but failed to kill him. The impact of the explosion caused him to stagger backwards- and fall right out of the ship.
     
    Coming back down to Earth, the shaken soldier looked to his comrades- they had killed the other Space Marine, but another 3 of them had been killed- including the Firewarrior who he had been talking to only a minute ago- hewn in half by the Marine before the other 7 survivors pumped him full of plasma from behind. They hadn't even touched down yet and they had lost an entire third of their squad. Blood. So much blood, everywhere- his holographic simulations had never prepaired him for the sight of spilled entrails and other such grisly spectacles... The freshly enlisted Ripple could only turn his head away, convinced that the image he had only glimpsed briefly would be burned into his mind for the rest of his probably short-lived days. He forced himsel to gaze back at unfolding battle beyond them.
     
    The Tau commander Quickstroke flew by them again, this time straight into the fray below as he struggled to shake a dead marine off one of his chainsaws. The distraction nearly proved fatal as another jump-jet Marine rocketed out from behind cover, lunging for the Battlesuit with his melee weapon. The battlesuit threw itself back, his left breast taking the blow in a spray of sparks, exposed wires flailing about. The Pilot responded by diving down- a moment later a missle flew upwards, hitting the Angel as he attempted to storm on board right in front of the already unnerved Fire Warriors. He exploded from the back, blood and some armor fragments splattering the bay's inside walls.
     
    Breaking up the suddenly overwhelming sounds of war was the voice of the Air-Caste pilot.
     
    " Alright, I hope you guys are alright- we're touching down now. Pull it together, guys, we can win this!"
     
    The dropship slowed to a crawl before descending into the blood-soaked streets of the Castellum courtyard. Already a battle had unfolded, for a group of Firewarriors holed up in a nearby tower were raining plasma down on a group of approaching Imperial Guardsmen.
     
    Shas'Ui Montyr grunted and grabbed his rifle. "Alright Shas'La! We lost some friends just now- but now is not the time to mourn...," He huffed as he jumped off the still-unfolding ramp, beckoning for the others to follow. "Our orders are to group up with Lau'Ra squadron Hatchetfish and draw the enemy's fire! Move it! Once we do that, Quickstroke sent in a Devilfish to pick us up and flank around to the back of their forces. Pick your targets and shoot for the Greater Good!" Ripple and the others quickly dashed off the dropship, raising their rifles and firing into the ranks of approaching Guardsmen.
     
    Just then, the wall besides the garrisoned Tau exploded, and a steaming, hulking tomb of a walker plowed through- a dreadnought.
     
    The young Fire Warrior had only been on the field for less then a minute and he was already convinced he was dead. But a break in the clouds resulted in sunlight glittering off the form of Commander Quickstroke dropping out of the sky above them, weapons blazing. Ripple dug his heels in, took heart at the sight of his commander and took aim at the massive human machine of war before him.
     
    Just like the Dreadnought trudging towards them, if he was to die now, he would die for the Greater Good of his people as it would for the glory of it's God-Emperor.
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    Well, I hope that was entertaining. My original goal had been to write a short few paragraphs of fluff for my freshly completed Tau commander called "Quickstroke" , but it evolved into more then that. Here is said Quickstroke:
     

     
    I'm going to make a topic showing the rest of the pix in COT if you want to see more!
  8. Ka-Chan
    *countdown hits zero*
     
     
    Okay, don't get me wrong guys. I like Bzp. It's one of my biggest outlets for social activity, seeing as I homeschool and don't get to see my friends often.
     
    But you know what has really been under my skin for so long now? This festering, chattering, flesh-eating parasite of a carnivore has been bothering me for far too long now. So, let me uproot this little beast and expose it for the monster that it is and how it cheats me out of much and then flaunts it's antics in my face!
     
    I love to draw and write. My friends on here would probably know this. Yet you never see me post any drawings or stories for some reason. Why is this? Because every time I always have, it has usually been eclipsed by this little demon. This little wretch may seem small to many, but for me, it is a raging beast that has it's way in plain sight because so many people are swayed by it's ways. What creature am I talking about here?
     
    I am talking about the drooling monster that is SHEER, OOZING POPULARITY!
     
    I rarely go on the offensive, guys. I try to be nice, but today? I need not scratch this itch, but in fact flay it from my very body! By ranting I may not change anything, but this screaming voice inside my head has longed to be heard for all the years I've been here on Bzp. This is not orbiting around me- I've seen many members with talent who deserve their 15 minutes of fame in the spotlight, but are alas blotted out by the same members who have been hogging this spotlight for over FIFTEEN months!
     
    People, I hate popularity and over-hyped things. TTGL, Naruto, Harry Potter, Chuck Norris, dragons, Jonas Brothers and so on. Well, I also... strongly dislike.... that some members' statures are so bloated, iconic and worshipped that even if they posted a drawing of a stick figure running over a squirrel , they'd have drooling fanboys and kissups from every corner of Bzp flocking to it to worshop it and praise it as though it were made by whatever God they believe in!
     
    And this is just ridiculous in contests. Some of these people might deserve their stature- I won't give names, but everyone knows who they are. They are good, but too good! Give another generation of budding artists a chance and stay out of the way! You're squishing them!
     
    And then there are those who in all honesty are not meant to be artists who post their doodles, and they score over two pages of worshipping, while I on the other hand find my drawings rotting in the back of COT or the art forum with only 8 posts! IT'S RIDICULOUS! It's like Wal-Mart choking out small buisnesses!
     
    And it's pathetic.
     
    Why are these other members who lack the talent behind their creations so worshipped? Because of their appeal. Teenage girls who like Bionicle are almost considered Gods by default, it seems. Because they could spit and they'd have a crowd of prepubescent boys calling it a modern art masterpiece!
     
    The right religion and right gender seems to lock one's popularity into place. I hate it. Don't call it irrational, either. I've been here for practically 3 years now, and I can see it clearly. It's not hard to miss when you look at it from a broken down sense. Yes, perhaps am I still a bit overboard. But you know what? I don't care! I'm screaming into this pillow called my blog, and if I'm lucky I might get a few sympathsizers along the way. At least then I'd know I wasn't alone.
     
    If you look at from the angle I see it, this is something that can never be overthrown and the best one can do is get on with life, just stopping to let off some steam occasionally. But for many of you, I am a raving madman who is just jealous that my topics don't get more posts. That is partially true, this I say and do not defend myself on. But I do believe my reason for being jealous is sound because all the attention is not going to the worthy and instead to those over popularity!
     
    Heck, they might as well replace BBC contests with "Which member Do You Idolize?" contests.
     
    Seriously- go on and do that! Then we might have some real, substance-based votes in all the other contests!
     
    Note: This is not at all aimed at the members themselves. I would never hate someone merely because of the fact they happen to appeal. This has all been aimed at the outcome of said popularity, not the members.
  9. Ka-Chan

    Cloverfield

    By Ka-Chan,

    Well, we rented Cloverfield through Netflix and I'm halfway done watching it with Xar. I mean, I'm probably the last person on the face of the planet to see this movie, but I'm gonna summarize the whole thing for you in spoiler tags just to be safe. Then I'm gonna review the movie itself and give you guys my opinion.
     
    Here's how the movie goes:
     

    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «"OMG PARTEH WHOOO!!" *KA-BOOOOMM "OMGOMGOMG WHAT WAS THAT" "OH GOD MONSTER WE'RE GONNA DIE OH WAIT I GOTTA SAVE MY GIRLFRIEND" " OH GOD LITTLE MONSTERS AAH" "HOMG HER HEAD BLEW UP" "OMGOMG BIG MONSTER" *KA-BOOOOOM* "OMG MONSTER AGAIN" "IN CASE YOU ARE WATCHING THIS, WE GOT PW­NT BY SPAEC MONSTA AND YOU SHOULD START A CHAIN OF MOVIES LIKE THIS-MAKE ONE CALLED QUARENTINE OR SOMETHING" "OMG MONSTER AND NUKES WE'RE GONNA *DIES"
     
    And that's the whole movie summed up right there. Best part was the exploding head. Otherwise, not much. The camera angles and effects where good, but at the heart of it it's just another B- monster movie except through the eyes of one of those guys who you see get stepped on by Godzilla.
     
    ...
     

  10. Ka-Chan
    I've got the makeup, the tools, the gameplan, all of that. All I need now are the clothes and some purple/green dyes.
     
    Feel free to save the images to your computer for reference if you plan as dressing up as Big J for this Halloween! ^^
  12. Ka-Chan

    *grunt*

    By Ka-Chan,

    Eh, I know the rules- but dang. I didn't think that was a violation >,<#
     
    Oh, and as if Kohaku locking it down wasn't enough, Darth Vader had to come along and do it again even though it had already been done. C'mon guys, I get the point Dx !
  15. Ka-Chan
    The streets were drenched in a foul gruel of rainwater and thick Tyranid blood. It had been only a few hours since the Necron invasion had begun, but tremendous damage had been delt to the Tyranids during this battle between two great Devourers.
     
    Having dug their cloven hooves into the central streets, the Hivefleet Blizzard took a defensive positon, cutting into the Necrons within their organic weapons reaches. They struck mercilessly, mowing down the metal warriors with the same feral determination that they would pit against any creatures of flesh and blood. But alas for them, the Necrons were not, and the downed metal monstrosities pieced themselves back together as soon as they were cut down and fought back with stoic silence.
     
    Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the central Imperial city, the brawl between flesh and metal was equally ferocious. Green blood spurted from fatal wounds delivered by the disturbingly graceful Wraiths while Genestealer claws raked sparks on Paraih carapaces. Both sides were utterly massacred, the Genestealers downing all 4 Pariahs in one swift attack. But again, the ancient and arcane technologies of the Necrons won out over sheer monsterous might- all four ravaged Pariahs uprighted themselves and charged into the fray once more, filleting the remaining genestealers.
     
    Things went no better for the Broodlord and his Guard as they assaulted the risen Flayed Ones. The Broodlord and his bodyguard were skilled, but they were immediately overwhelmed by the gruesome, skin-draped monsters that were the Flayed Ones. Damaging one and killing one outright during the intial assault, the two beasts were swarmed by the others and pinned down, then flensed of their hardened exoskeletons.
     
    With few casualties and only their Necron Lord being severly wounded by a rain of Gaunt fire, the nearby Hive Tyrant watched his forces be eradicated from existence. The gargantuan beast let out a roar and plowed through the bullet-raked remains of an old Digestive Pool.
     
    As the Necrons closed in on the last truly living thing in this city, it was only a question of how long the Tyranid could hold out against the Necron's murderous gauss blasts.
     
    This is too much fun x3
     
    But I'm serious when I say Xar could have beaten me in this round- he did succeed in knocking down many of my Necrons. The dice were with me this time on my We'll Be Back! rolls, so yeah. It's good luck, I say!
     
    Especially since my dice are a transparent teal ^^
  16. Ka-Chan

    Oh, Holy Snot.

    By Ka-Chan,

    Three words: Twenty thousand views, baby!
     
    Okay, wait- that was four words. You get the point!
     

     
     
     
    *Oh, and I had to wade through knee-deeps worth of Naruto bull to get a hold of that- so be happy >:/*
  18. Ka-Chan

    Laugh Out Loud, Dood.

    By Ka-Chan,

    Behold, Harlequince- the initial Vessel for the Lord of Laughter.

     
    And don't forget his tiny sentinent partner, Speedeh.*Craptastic first Photoshop ftw*
     
    But once Harlequince has been nourished off enough laughing and pleasure from his pilot, the power manifests and Harlequince is released from his vessel- becoming the ultimate embodiement of his pilot's soul:
     
    L.O.L
     
    Lord of Laughter
     

     
    Being so few humans who even have a grasp on machinery that we would call primitive, who could pilot such a machine? That would be young Donalin, a puppeter for his Lord's private theater. For so long, Harlequince stood unnoticed in broad daylight to the people of a now-thriving village, long thought to be just a statue left by God- also known as a "Vessel" .
     
    When another "Vessel" nearby suddenly comes to life and attacks the village, all seems lost. Until Donalin climbs onto the ancient Jester "statue" to view the chaos down below. He stumbles from a blast and finds himself tumbling into a cockpict *of course, he would not know what that was* of Harlequince.
     
    With the guidance of auto-activated Speedeh, the puppeteer quickly realises how similiar controlling the ancient machine is to controlling puppets.
     
    Donalin suddenly finds himself swept into a trail of destiny way beyond that of an entertainer. With sudden sense that this world is not all that he once thought it was, he and Speedeh set out in his mech to better understand what exactly has happened, and what these "Vessels" really are. But in the end, will he use this power, or will he set out to destroy all the Vessels, including his own?
     
    That's for you to find out when I start this baby. ;3
     
    STEAL THIS AND I'LL TEAR YOUR TONGUE OUT
  22. Ka-Chan
    Imperial citizens can be forgiven for cheering on the metallic hordes of Necrons as they swept into the heart of their desecrated city. The Necrons sudden appearence can be linked to the Tyranid infestation within the shattered city remains, undoubtedly to deal death to those who would steal their "crops" - so whoever won this sudden battle, the cause of man would still suffer.
     
    As the two unrelenting tides approached, the battle tipped in favor of the sudden attacking Necrons as they took their march slowly and cautiously, picking off the forerunners of the Tyranids central attacking force. With the Tyrandid Biovores broken down to the atomic level, the metalic forces uprooted themselves from their alleyways and began their march further into the city.
     
    With dozens of dead gaunts and specialized warriors outnumbering the only 3 or so casualities on the Necrons' side, the Tyranids have so far been fighting a losing battle, charging straight into a well-prepared and positioned Necron phalanx. But in the end, the city's dominator would be decided on the clash in the middle of the city.
     
    As both forces gathered in no man's land, the question is this- who will win? The sheer brawn of the Tyranids, or the unusually graceful Necrons of Ulacant IV who continue to flow between the Great Devourer's attacks and dig in to their weak points?...
     
    'Course, with the attitude Xar's taking by talking to the dice before tossing a few saving throws and being nit-picky about every shot, I don't think this battle will ever finish, seeing as we've been doing this battle since Tuesday. >,>
  23. Ka-Chan

    Urgh...

    By Ka-Chan,

    I need someone to talk to- there's a whole lot of hate and mixed emotions flowing through my veins right now...
     
    *Sets off to draw some deranged image to vent*
     
    Art's *well,if you could call it art- technically it's doodles that could probably end me up in a loony bin if I didn't throw them out immediately* my way to vent- heck, it's morbid, but I feel so much better afterwards!
     
    Yes, my logic side has calmed down and is back to normal, but my emotional side is still pointlessly ranting and raving. I need to flush the feeling out of my system. So demented drawing it is!
  24. Ka-Chan
    The Necrons marched on through the city, the tightened alleyways honing the warriors' firepower and minimizing the chances of full-out Tyranid assaults. The Wraiths zipping through the very foundations of buildings guarenteed this, snagging the genestealers that did not keep a respectful distance from the ancient death-bringers.
     
    Even the Tyranid's massive Carnifex could not match the firepower of the Necrons' Destroyers, hitting the ground dead before it could even land a hit as it charged into their ranks. Even the few Pariahs proved their worth, meeting a full charge head on and downing many genestealers in the intial assualt.
     
    High above the thundering clouds, Hivefleet Blizzard ships found themselves hammered by the ponderous forms of invading Necron tombships.
     
    As the Flayed Ones finally uprooted themselves from the shattered asphalt in the drenched streets behind the last line of Tyranids, it was only a question of how much damage the ravenous monsters could deal to their betters before the battle finished.
     
    Mwuhahaha....
     
    Casualties so far
     
    Xar: Too many.
    Ka: 7 Warriors.
     
    Just a few more turns to go.
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