Someone forgot that they were from Helsinki, and therefore it should be spelled "finn-ished". They are doomed by their lack of spelling accuracy. Misspellings could be dangerous, missing, ms'ing, and mrs'ing their targets (what, no mr'ing? okay, that too). Unfriendly fireballs and all. The targets weren't doomed. They were vaporized and rubbed out by Vic's Vapor Rub, promoted by none other than Darth Vapor himself. They tried doing mysterious mystical things three times and failed, but succeeded on the fourth try. That's why it's called the Fourth (also the name-coiner probably was lisping almost to the point of capsizing at size 16). Poor thing. Just isn't as big as the Whole. But at least it's bigger than the Sixteenth, the Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Sixth, and the Sixty-Five Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty-Sixth (a collection of 64 k's). Anything smaller, it would be doomed to failure.
(archaeological site -- digging up the bones of extinct doomosaurs)
"Do you think any have survived into the present day?"
"Oh, of course not. Don't be ridiculous. Do you realize how doomed we'd all be if even one of them had survived?"
"We'd be dead meat?"
"If not, we'd at least be past our sell-by date."
"Bad news, then."
"Very bad."
"So -- no exploring in unknown corners of the universe."
"Correct. Especially since it has no corners."
"Or beginning or end."
"However, we could always shut down the Federation Assembly for two weeks."
"Is that worse?"
"Difficult to say. Starfleet Daily News seems to slant it in that having a dozen doomosaurs would be the lesser of two evils."
"And the greater of them?"
"Last name Knevel. Tends to jump across to conclusions."
"What do we do, then?"
"Keep digging. But be careful. Doomosaurs, resigned to their fates, tended to get buried alive."
"Aiyeeee!"
"What? You found one alive?"
"No, you idiot -- you rammed the point of your shovel into my left foot."
"Oops. Sorry. No harm done?"
"Not if I can get my hands on your shovel."
Well, they're not bipedal but we do have Xindi insectoids.
I guess I'm doomed for trying to be funny about "bugs". Maybe I should've said instead that they're furry, with long ears and long hind feet, a fluffy tail, and whiskers. They would avoid the pitfalls of being daffy or porky.
I guess I'm doomed for trying to be funny about "bugs". Maybe I should've said instead that they're furry, with long ears and long hind feet, a fluffy tail, and whiskers. They would avoid the pitfalls of being daffy or porky.
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DOOOOOMM .... it's over .... we got DINOSAURS now, yadda yadda yadda .... this isn't Trek anymore, yadda yadda yadda ... come on Cryptic you should stick with believable stuff, yadda yadda yadda ... like Cat-people, giant white Unicorn-Apes, Demons of Air and Darkness, Space-Elves and stuff ...
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DOOOOOMM .... it's over .... we got DINOSAURS now, yadda yadda yadda .... this isn't Trek anymore, yadda yadda yadda ... come on Cryptic you should stick with believable stuff, yadda yadda yadda ... like Cat-people, giant white Unicorn-Apes, Demons of Air and Darkness, Space-Elves and stuff ...
Don't forget:
Psychics (that are sadly not Miss Cleo, the most realistic psychic of all)
Space races with nothing but warriors in them
Space TRIBBLE
Blob monsters made of rock
Crystal spiders
A universe filled with goo
Translators that allow thousands of radically different races to communicate perfectly with each other on the very first encounter
You know, things that are purely scientific and rational.
Dr. Doom at your service. Plastique surgery, napalm readings, Calvin Cline Undinewear. Our motto is: "Where there's a Wil Wheaton there's way". What can we do for you?
Playing CO to avoid STO burn out. Got to the mission where I have to blow up some tanks with high yield explosives. The game gave me a very appropriate system message and felt that it belonged here in this thread.
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Oh good! I was worried this thread was DOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!!
Someone forgot that they were from Helsinki, and therefore it should be spelled "finn-ished". They are doomed by their lack of spelling accuracy. Misspellings could be dangerous, missing, ms'ing, and mrs'ing their targets (what, no mr'ing? okay, that too). Unfriendly fireballs and all. The targets weren't doomed. They were vaporized and rubbed out by Vic's Vapor Rub, promoted by none other than Darth Vapor himself. They tried doing mysterious mystical things three times and failed, but succeeded on the fourth try. That's why it's called the Fourth (also the name-coiner probably was lisping almost to the point of capsizing at size 16). Poor thing. Just isn't as big as the Whole. But at least it's bigger than the Sixteenth, the Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Sixth, and the Sixty-Five Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty-Sixth (a collection of 64 k's). Anything smaller, it would be doomed to failure.
Cheers,
Do you think this is THE START OF DOOM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
After all the possible DOOM scenarios we've thought up, and we missed a full blown dinosaur invasion!
DOOM is coming, and our mission has FAILED!
"Do you think any have survived into the present day?"
"Oh, of course not. Don't be ridiculous. Do you realize how doomed we'd all be if even one of them had survived?"
"We'd be dead meat?"
"If not, we'd at least be past our sell-by date."
"Bad news, then."
"Very bad."
"So -- no exploring in unknown corners of the universe."
"Correct. Especially since it has no corners."
"Or beginning or end."
"However, we could always shut down the Federation Assembly for two weeks."
"Is that worse?"
"Difficult to say. Starfleet Daily News seems to slant it in that having a dozen doomosaurs would be the lesser of two evils."
"And the greater of them?"
"Last name Knevel. Tends to jump across to conclusions."
"What do we do, then?"
"Keep digging. But be careful. Doomosaurs, resigned to their fates, tended to get buried alive."
"Aiyeeee!"
"What? You found one alive?"
"No, you idiot -- you rammed the point of your shovel into my left foot."
"Oops. Sorry. No harm done?"
"Not if I can get my hands on your shovel."
system Lord Baal is dead
My character Tsin'xing
I guess I'm doomed for trying to be funny about "bugs". Maybe I should've said instead that they're furry, with long ears and long hind feet, a fluffy tail, and whiskers. They would avoid the pitfalls of being daffy or porky.
Don't give Them any more ideas... Harvey
:cool:
I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born!
Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
lol...
"Th-this is my friend Harvey. H-he's ten feet tall. S-say hello, Harvey."
Don't forget:
You know, things that are purely scientific and rational.
star trek online - yadda yadda yadda doomed
Isn't every Season ?
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Basically.
Romulan Doom, Reputation Doom, Fleet Doom, so this is Season 8 : Dino Doom, the Wrath of Grimlock.
Man the "doom" threads are going to be in full force right up to and for a few weeks after the launch - most like several per hour of non-stop doom!
Yeah pretty much. I've come to expect nothing less from these forums. All aboard the Doom Train!
Just hope that it doesn't get suplexed by Sabin while we're aboard it. :eek:
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My character Tsin'xing
here are the Four Horsemen of the Star Trek Online Apocalypse Black Horse Red Horse White Horse Pale Horse
system Lord Baal is dead
Doom! doom. doom.
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Also, uh, Doom on something. Vedek hats, I guess.