Padishah Mehmet II

Sadly, logic dictates that it probably is. -Dovydas

Here's hoping for an FCG rebirth. I mean, if I crawled out of my caves to hear these news, so can everyone else. -Dovydas

you forgot a "senpai" at the beginning of the blog post man -Dov

Flynn, hey, hi, mate, it's me, your old friend, the guy who mercilessly slaughtered your characters for rulebreaking in his TBRPG a way, way, way long time ago without an ounce of regret and MUCH, much more than an ounce of pride. I have bad news and bad news. First bad news is that you have not changed a bit. Second bad news is that you are a step away from repeating your cycle of misfortune, and all the carnage (for you) and entertainment (for us) that comes with it. Self-deprecatory morons have a habit of saying that history repeats itself. I await this particular repeat with trepidation, I must say. -Dovydas

you -dov

do you dream about green eggs and ham -Dovydas

IC: Roland Hamilton "Pleased to be making your acquaintance then, Gaven and Wulf," I said, smiling slightly. "So how's life on this ship of yours?"

IC: Roland Hamilton Picking up my food, I proceeded down to where another newly found comrade called out to me and sat down next to them. "Uh, hello. As I suppose you know, I'm Roland. Don't have the pleasure of knowing your name yet."

IC: Roland Hamilton "Alright. Souper, I'm Roland. New guy, apparently. Can you make me... I don't even know, a hamburger?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "Uh, alright. So if I want to eat, I just ask xir to make something?"

IC: Roland Hamilton I can't say I really even noticed when I ended up at the mess hall. Everything happened so disturbingly fast. I was incredibly glad to stand on solid ground again when I did, though.

IC: Roland Hamilton "God, yes. Please. I'm starving."

IC: Roland Hamilton I think my eyes grew three sizes at the kindness in the greeting. That was a quick and very welcomed change. Certainly an excellent change from the typical demeanours varying from open hostility to professionalistic coldness. "Hi, Ashley. I'm Roland Hamilton, and I'm glad to, well, be here. I suppose. This is as good a place as any. I understand you're to show me around?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "It's not a topic I think I'd particularly enjoy either. Even if for completely opposite, just as personal, reasons," I said, trying to say that in the most conciliatory tone possible. "That said, bygones is bygones. Can someone show me around? I don't have a lot of personal effects to put where I'll be sleeping, but I'd like to know where I'll be sleeping regardless. Also eating, thinking, and working, as well as other mandatory bodily functions."

IC: Roland Hamilton "Seems fair enough. Is there anything else I should know?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "It's always lovely to hear I'm not the only new recruit found just lying around in space discarded. What's the main task of our mission? I know 'fighting the Mantis', but other than that?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "Aye, I suppose," Roland replied as he took a gulp of water. "Federation member species. Have the peculiar habit of generating energy as if they were, I don't even know a suitable comparison, walking nuclear plants? Very mysterious, too. We know comparatively little about them. All the things they teach at school, really, I know. So what about them, Colonel..?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "You said it yourself. The war is over. There are no enemies." I wasn't sure what prompted me to say that. Maybe the lack of a goal in my newly reborn life. Maybe the dangerous pathological need to defy the clearly hostile aura radiating from that girl whose wrist was held tight by that other, pink-haired gal. Maybe no reason at all. Maybe just sheer dumb gratitude for finally getting water. "As long as I finally am told the names of my new superior and, well, everyone else, I'll be glad to join. You did drag me off that derelict wreck, after all. There's a debt of gratitude I've to fill."

IC: Roland Hamilton "Helping my case is not what I care about. I wanted to make sure you know the context. That said, I'm glad with your decision. Now can I please - seriously, please - get some water. For reals. It's been five long years without water."

IC: Roland Hamilton "I might have just been doing my duty, aye," I replied, some devil spurring on my tongue despite it perhaps being wiser to stay a bit more quiet. "But it doesn't irk you at all that I did it eagerly? Not the killing, that is. But I didn't fight on the rebels' side due to an order. I fought as a volunteer. I willingly joined the rebellion and I willingly fought for my planet's independence. Somewhat incompetently, as you say, but I did believe in what I was fighting for and I still believe now. Are you so tolerant as to forgive not just duty, but also conviction?"

IC: Roland Hamilton "Look," I began, knowing that this might well possibly be my last public speech, so I had to make it a good one. "I know how you military types work, and I'm going to appeal to your better nature despite that. Please don't space me. Like, even if you decide to execute me, Cardea is just a system away and my soul in Heaven or maybe worse than that or wherever would be eternally grateful if you'd let me die on my own land. Failing that, shoot me and store me in the cargo bay and just sort of drop my body off to my parents, assuming they're still alive. They've thought I've been dead for so long. I'd prefer they know there's at least something physical left of me."