Anlysia Gregoire
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OMG just realized we have the same antec case Anlysia :D
My other case is an Antec Sonata. >.>
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*sappy bullshit* :sadfrown: *grabbyhands* Nooooooo mah Gunau.
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Oh great, the new bastion of sex and promiscuity <_<
[insert generic "lol furries" joke here]
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I bet Faril went there and accidentally melee'd someone.
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So, having transitioned to the new edition of 40k, I'm left with the conundrum that my army's (Blood Angels) new Codex is absolute ass. Like, even people who don't play my army are going "Wow, you got totally dicked." So, I'm moving to different rules. Yay! Which means I have to justify the characters I have under new rules.
Blood Angels used to use Chaplains about, uh, 100% of the time. No lie. So I'm keeping the same character of mine as my Commander, only changing up his role to uh, not be a Chaplain. But be the same character.
So here's the little bit of fiction I've written about it. I wrote this all in one shot just now so it's likely not overly-well-proofread, but, eh, I want someone to actually read it.
It's also mildly unfluffy and will make lore-purists >:( at me. But who cares.
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It began as a red haze. Always in the corner of the eye, always crawling. Ebbing, flowing, growing, receding. Sometimes there more than others. The Red Thirst. The accursed Children of Sanguinius knew it well.Every moment of their lives, every second in service to the Emperor they felt the hunger, the lust for battle. The crawling prickle in the back of their minds, the worry that this battle may be the chosen one, may be the one where their Lord brought them to his fold, gave them the strength, the might and fury that only his Chosen might receive.The Black Rage.Those brothers gifted with the Rage became near-beasts, driven mad with visions ten millenia past. Frothing and muttering of betrayals, crying out for those dead thousands of years previous. Once again fighting a war gone like dust so very long ago.Armour painted black, striped with red like gore. These maddened Children of Sanguinius were herded towards their inevitable death in the glory of battle, led by the ones who could control that which could not be controlled otherwise. The start black and bone white of the Chaplain, the lone one to control these juggernauts of bloodthirst and hate.The Chaplain knew better than any the power of Sanguinius's fury pounding through their veins. He would shape them into a tool, drive fear into the hearts of the enemies of the Imperium with these fearless warriors. To the last breath they would fight for the Emperor, for Sanguinius. And then they would fall, taken by their Primarch, the Golden Angel.Xaland knew, he knew all too well of the Death Company. Of the Black Rage. The Chaplain had seen many brothers succumb. As all would, unless merciful death took them before the Flaw did. He had seen the flawless artisans, cool strategists, quick and sure Apothecaries...all of them, rendered into beasts, creatures who cared for nothing but tearing limb from limb in the name of the Emperor.All succumb to the Rage eventually.And this is the reason Xaland sat silently in the dark, listening to the soft thrum through the ship as he lay awake. The room was unlit, but he knew every inch of it by touch. The worn rack where rested his badges of office...his Crozius Arcanum and Rosarius, the ancient pistol that had been handed to him by his predecessor.Xaland felt, rather than heard, the presence at his door. His eyes already open as the panel slid open silently and light filled the room. "Lord, battle approaches," the hulking crimson figure in the doorway spoke softly, reverently.The prone Marine's eyes travelled to that familiar, worn rack and a moment of melancholy slipped over him as his eyes paused to linger upon the missing Crozius, his badges of office replaced with a pair of wickedly-bladed gloves that glowed faintly with power. And next to them lay the bone-white ceremonial helm of all Chaplains. And atop the brow of that helmet, stark in relief against the pale white...a red "X" dashed across it. Mark of the Death Company.He stood, eyes finally lifting to the brother in the doorway who looked uneasy, perhaps slightly fearful of the figure before him as Xaland grasped his helmet and claws, bending to pick them up and softly intoning "Though all may fall to the Black Rage, brother Marine, some may master it. Perhaps this shall be your fate. Perhaps not." He stepped forward, the light of the hallway falling across his body and revealing the black tattooing criss-crossing every inch of his flesh from the shoulders down. The Litanies of Hate marked upon his flesh, mantra of all Battle-Chaplains.Xaland stepped forward into the hall, past the awestruck Marine, and closed his eyes, feeling the familiar tingle of battle-lust begin to wash over him. Xaland, former Chaplain of the Fourth Company of the Blood Angels Space Marine Chapter. Now something more, the Blade of Sanguinius...to be set loose into the hearts of the enemies of the Emperor and the Chapter, and to return to fight another day. Urging the Death Company into frenzy from the front of the fray.Perhaps today would be the day Sanguinius took him. Perhaps not."All is as the Emperor wishes," he spoke softly, to himself. "We do his bidding."The Blade of Sanguinius placed his helmet upon his head and once again prepared for the Rage to take him. -
For those of us who aren't hip to what to look for as to what are copybotters and how we might be exposed, please explain, in detail if necessary, what "be mindful" entails.
I'm dead serious. I have no clue.
Don't ever rez anything on the ground. Ever ever ever. That's the biggest.
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Your years of dealing with furries will serve you well!
^ This.
Take care of your new baby, Gulliver.
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Entertainingly, this is the day I was going to STAY OFF THE COMPUTER and get some Warhammer 40k stuff assembled. And here's this post. :P Good thing I decided to check. <3
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Agares, how the hell do you see ANYTHING with that preset? Looks great, but you can't see past 20m!
Now you know why he's always using the Fury of Saints.
"I know there's SOMETHING over there and the law of averages states that EVENTUALLY I'll hit it!"
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I think it's like a sign of age, Gulliver. You have to be a certain amount of oldness to do that. ;o
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I can't ever help but read the phrase "Hey you guys" and hear it spoken by Chunk from The Goonies.
Now I will associate you with that, Jason. Welcome~
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My atmospheric preset is Ctrl-Shift-Y.
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That's what she sai- oh forget it.
God I could make such bad jokes here. So many tasteless jokes.
Example:
"Nobody ever gets tired of grinding MY 'rep'."
Aaaand...that's all before Kitsy burns me.
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I've already ground enough WoW rep, I'm not grinding Ordo rep.
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Most of the time I get shot is because I'm a dumbass and rocket myself up and into fire, and I laugh about it. Or I rocket myself, in the face. Rei knows all about that.
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..."graduated"?
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That makes it look like two Blazes are about to climb into a Nemesis or something.
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As an example...I have a click-script in my helmet, a frosty breath particle thingy made by Niiya in my gas mask, a twitching tail, blinking Kani eyes, Demo's new MP5N, my AO, and my Ordo HUD that are scripted and my script time is only about... .154 I think, slightly over half the limit.
On the other hand, I have a sword with two colour change scripts and three particle prims in it, and it sits at .296. By itself.
So check your gear.
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I guess he'd just have to bring his real gun, then.
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Tavor anim is atrocious on small avs. And it says so right in the notecard for it. x.x You basically wear it through your stomach.
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After I ban PADI321 from the Ratin store:
[2009/03/23 19:11] PADI321 Arida: whyd you do that?
[2009/03/23 19:12] Anlysia Gregoire: By order of the Lord Imperator Aryte Vesperia, Eternal Commander of the Ordo Imperialis, you have been hereby banished from this land.
[2009/03/23 19:12] PADI321 Arida: From the titan industries store?...
[2009/03/23 19:13] Anlysia Gregoire: His gaze watches over many places, searing all those whom it contacts and deems unworthy.
[2009/03/23 19:13] PADI321 Arida: ....
[2009/03/23 19:13] PADI321 Arida: Im one of arytes very good friends why would he ask you to ban me....
[2009/03/23 19:15] Anlysia Gregoire: Perhaps he wishes you to take this as a challenge, to grow stronger, and re-prove your worth in his eyes. Take this challenge upon yourself, and become more than you are.
[2009/03/23 19:15] PADI321 Arida: And what am i right now?
[2009/03/23 19:16] Anlysia Gregoire: An E-2 in Chaos. GTFO out mah store.
[2009/03/23 19:16] Anlysia Gregoire: <3
[2009/03/23 19:17] PADI321 Arida: E-4 actually and for you to ban me from a place you cna make money from baffles me but w/e
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The only set of people who aren't a couple, and you make this remark?
That kind of seems the point. :o
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I used to DJ a small shoutcast station outside of SL. I'd gladly kick in some tuneage.
It's worth noting, however, that I have pretty...eclectic taste in music.
o/` ...in that polka-dot bikini giiiiiiiiirl... o/`
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900s are nice. My next desktop (instead of the HTPC I'm using because my desktop [in the Sonata] died) will be something like that. Or at least something _bigger_. The Sonata was nice, and quiet, and pretty-looking and...tiny. I could barely get my hands into the damned thing.