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Love is in the air and we're showing our affection with giveaways this entire weekend! We're giving out an Attack Wing U.S.S. Enterprise and Attack Wing Tactical Borg Cube to the two best love poets! Show off your talents with your best poems and sonnets. While these prizes will be given out to those with a valid U.S. shipping address, we'll give out an equivalent amount of ZEN to those without a U.S. shipping address.
There are many more contests and giveaways happening across all our titles. For more information, check here.
~Morrigan "LaughingTrendy"
There are many more contests and giveaways happening across all our titles. For more information, check here.
~Morrigan "LaughingTrendy"
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I have heard rumours that the latest edition of "Vulcan Love slave" is one of the give away items.
Can you confirm or deny that rumour?
This is just one...
(with my tongue very much planted into my cheek)
(set to this tune)
{A Long Guitar Riff...}
It's a dark Cryptic game day. It seems like They don't care.
E-mergency up-keep, to try to fix the software.
All the players are resistant, and try to put up a fight.
The forums flare-up and then Trendy begins...
It's gonna be a long, night.
There She sits with her keyboard.
A gifted Mod we know well,
She must be thinking to herself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she queued up Her handle, and she showed us the way.
There were voices in forums now,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Cryptic Hacienda,
S-T-O's the place. (S-T-O's the place)
What a data-base.
Limited room at the Cryptic Hacienda.
When you try to log-in, (when you try to log-in)
...Is when the pain begins.
Her mind is Trekian-twisted, She's got the power to rend. uuh...
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty words, that She calls friends.
How they dance off Her keyboard, sweeeet, but don't fret.
Some dance to remind you, don't you ever forget.
So I called-up my log-in, "Please let me connect"
It said,
........."You haven't got the clearance dear, so you're, never gonna respec.
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Make you wish that the servers just might,
Let you in to play...
Welcome to the Cryptic Hacienda,
S-T-O's the place. (S-T-O's the place)
What a data-base.
Their limiting us at the Cryptic Hacienda.
What a wonderful guise. (what a wonderful guise)
It takes a hundred tries...
Mirror ships, are on clearance.
The Breen are bringing the ice.
Then She said... "We are all just waiting out here, while They add some more vice."
And In the Gecko's chambers,
They gather for the spiel.
They wonder what He'll dream up next,
...To make more players squeal.
Last thing I remember, I was...
Searching the C-Store.
I had to find a bundle there,
So my toon could still explore.
"Relax" said the forums,
"They are, programmed to deceive.
You can buy anything you like,
but you can never achieve!"
{another long guitar riff...}
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
"Critics who say that the optimistic utopia Star Trek depicted is now outmoded forget the cultural context that gave birth to it: Star Trek was not a manifestation of optimism when optimism was easy. Star Trek declared a hope for a future that nobody stuck in the present could believe in. For all our struggles today, we haven’t outgrown the need for stories like Star Trek. We need tales of optimism, of heroes, of courage and goodness now as much as we’ve ever needed them."
-Thomas Marrone
(set to this tune...)
Star Wreckin' in Cryptics' Universe...
Boldly waiting in a queue, trying not to curse.
Star Wreckin' in Cryptics' Universe...
Largely doing nuttin', cause we can't get in first.
<Lt. TacoFang>
There's Hamsters in the Servers now, Servers now, Servers now...
There's Hamsters in the Servers now, servers now Dan.
<Mr.Geko >
It's live Bran, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it...
It's live Bran, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Flakes.
<Mr.JHeinig>
There's Trekkies in the forums now, forums now, forums now...
There's Trekkies in the forums now, forums now, Dan.
<Dr. Rehpic>
It's worse than that, they're dead Dan, dead Dan, dead Dan.
It's worse then that, their dead Dan, dead Dan, DEAD!
Star Wreckin' in Cryptics' Universe...
Posting in Their forums, never being terse.
Star Wreckin' in Cryptics' Universe...
Screaming, Whining, Moaning, We wanna-be reimbursed.
(originally posted 9-1-2013)
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
pictures of many kinds and different sorts gaze back upon my brow,
i look as the sky smiles beyond the dark
and blows a kiss upon my cheek,
and as the kiss grazes the layers of my shell to cool my heart
i am reminded of beauty in the heart of the one who holds it,
with a touch soft as satin and silk
smile wide as the sky which cradles me through the night which
loves me,
love strong enough to knock me off my pedastal on which i stand
into the void which consumes me,
skin so soft and white as the times of the winter cold when snow caresses and covers the ground as a blanket,
eyes so beautiful they were to remind me of the moon as it reflects off of the lake of tears (that i cry because of the time spent away from you) and dragonflowers that float about,
and a sonorous voice so soft and so beautiful that angels from heaven sing for her to speak as softly as a serenade sweeping across my ears as a boquet of flowers flowing across a spring brook, but with a voice so powerful mountains tremble at her sound,
and as i lay in this faceless void drifting into the realm of dreams, i question why God had made such a beautiful yet priceless creation, and not have kept her for himself,
only to remember that he gave her to me to cherish......goodnight....
Title: The essence of beauty of the world outside my window
She's my dream of desire, My temptation of fate
The girl with whom, I want to spend my might and day
A flower blossoming in sunlight
A diamond in the rough
Definitely a keeper, whom i'd intrust my heart
and my life without her, would cause my heart to wither and fade
she's a rose
so soft and pure
a flower nourished by the sun
an enticing scent
that causes m heart to dance
i'll love her forever more
cause she's a rose
For her i'd give my heart, upon a silver tray
Never tell a lie or hurt her in anyway
honesty is the beginning and trust is what makes love a bind,
It's something very special that can only be returned in kind,
and once your heart has found it, 2 souls become entwined
she's a rose
so soft and pure
a flower nourished by the sun
an enticing scent
that causes m heart to dance
i'll love her forever more
cause she's a rose
She grows towards the sun
because it is her strength
the wetness of the rains fulfil her every need
The beauty that beholds her has entrapped my heart
and it only beats a tune for her
The nectar on her lips is so sweet to taste.
she's a rose
so soft and pure
a flower nourished by the sun
an enticing scent
that causes m heart to dance
i'll love her forever more
cause she's a rose
or if you want a bitter one. To the tune of Instrument of destruction by Spectre General from Transformers the Movie
Was it really worth it
cutting me down to size
breaking my heart
wounding my pride
now our love is over
is that i smile i see
the fire in your heart
no longer burns for me
instrument of destruction
you take pleasure from my pain
your my instrument of destruction
I'm not playing anymore of your games.
did you get some sort of pleasure
out of making me cry
putting me down
winning every fight
and every argument
you had to have the last word
i only hope in solitude
you can find happiness
instrument of destruction
you take pleasure from my pain
your my instrument of destruction
I'm not playing anymore of your games.
I don't know why, but when I read that, I heard this...
Lonely Deflector...,
Secondary Deflector...,
Science has found some love.
Cryptic gave us...,
More science powers.
Fits like a glove.
(silly, but inspiration comes in all flavors...)
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
Hehe, somehow I keep breaking my own comment... or at least it's disappearing from my view. Thank goodness someone could share in my humor!
Feds are Blue
The Iconian War is over
So lets go play with Q
Violets are irrelevant,
Only you are relevant,
Resistance is futile.
Your blood is green
Love with no envy...
You are the Great Bird to my Galaxy
You are the Logic to my Vulcan
You are the Dilithium to my Warp Drive
You are the Bridge to my Enterprise
You are the 7 to my 9
You are the Prime Directive to my Starfleet
You are the “Energize” to my “Make It So”
You are the heat to my Earl Grey.
You are the stun to my phaser.
You are the purr in my Tribble.
You are the Class M planet in my star system.
You are the warp coil in my nacelle.
You are the impulse to my drive.
You are the energize to my transporter
You are the fantasy to my holodeck
You are the Plak tow to my Pon farr.
You are the captain to my starship.
You are the Resistance is Futile to my Borg.
(second verse)
Romulans are Green
Andorians are Cyan
It's Treks Fiftieth Anniversary Year.
And Cryptic has, A Master Plan.
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
Violets are blue,
Resistance is futile,
brb, need loo.
Proper verse is essential for quality rhymes.
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
Ocean ice that appears before me
On the vault whitish star does not show,
Far hurt the yellow moon stain
And thousands of floes waves sudden rush
A bird with wings floating weary
When the pair before it was all gone
Like a whole cluster of birds, missing the sunset.
Threw glances behind hers had been afflicted,
Neither seems not bad now, no better that ...it dies,
Dreaming is in an instant with years back.
We are farther both,
Increasingly lonelier me is dark and freezing,
When you get lost in the eternal horizon morning.
It has been much time since we last saw your ship the Voyager when they rescued us from the queen. And it was then I caught a fleeting glimpse of you as you were teleported back to your home. Since then we have made many strides towards our freedom, and I personally have learned and remembered much of life before assimilation. I have remembered the simple art of the writing of letters, and of the occasional holidays that passed on my home planet. I even remember the days when my space shuttle, primitive as it was in comparison to the ships now, lost control and slipped through the wormhole dropping me into the middle of a Borg raid.
As best I can tell from the chronometer it should be nearing what we had called Valentine’s day on earth. And we would send poems and love letters to our loved ones. Or in my case write them and then trash them since ours was an unrequited love. So here I go at an attempt:
To my dear silken haired beauty,
Each night during my regeneration periods my thoughts drift towards you
Of your milky soft skin, your sweet, firm and commanding voice
Of your eyes, blue and soft undoubtedly viewing the world anew with each moment
The rare and occasional smile a gem that should make even the lotus flowers of earth hide in shame
Your laugh even rarer than your smile should be considered contraband,
Simply because of the intoxicating qualities it contains
A kiss from you could destroy a fleet of cloaked Romulan warbirds
And a touch of your hand could revive the entirety of this liberated soul seeking to fly on NASA’s wings once again.
I do hope you would enjoy this simple declaration of romantic love 7of 9, however given the distance and circumstances I would assume and likely rightly so that you have found love elsewhere and it would make my heart warm to know, simply because I do not know how long I expect to continue. It has not been easy and even now the queen seeks to bring us under her control. But she has no ability to do so to us and if we should be captured we would only be destroyed. This would be completed by either by being turned entirely and literally mindless or by being broken into base components. If I were to choose, which she would never let us, I would choose the latter, because then I would not forget you. And to forget you would make me less of a person and to be less of a person would end me.
Sincerely,
009 of 100
Whoa... that's deep.
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
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
It helps to keep mind of stuff, its not addictive, you can leave it, but there is always something that binds me to it.
Whether its my love for Startrek or ships...or giveaways, or even those episodes...I am not sure...this game is as immersive as real world game would be...
thank you for being there for me...
I like to kitbash it greatly
Bring back terrordome
- by mmps1 aged 36 1/4
Warp cores glow blue.
Ocean air on Risa smells sweet,
Ahead warp one on love's voyage for two.
Of all the wonders across space,
You more precious then latinum are mine.
A universe's beauty in your face,
No starship could ever be so fine.
My course is set towards you,
Exploring together past the sun.
Be my one of two,
I will be your Number One.
Love's orders written on a page,
On this Valentine's day let's make it so.
Our course set to Engage,
Together forever the two of us boldy go.
Hoch gentile Hoch watlh
Protection thorns
vo' Hoch 'e' unsure
Color nongtaHghachwIj
jaq 'ej wov
Stem tIqwIj
'uch SoH qaStaHvIS 'u' ram.
Translation:
My love is like a rosebud
as gentile as it is pure.
My thorns are for protection
from all that is unsure.
My color is my passion
bold and bright.
My stem is my heart
you hold throughout the night.
Both are divine
I drink from one and taste the other
Without one the fire will smother
Both are beautiful...passion...and bold
Never will I deny with my arms to hold
Too much of one is better than none of the other
Much of both will make my spirit hover
I yearn for one but crave the other
A taste of one but the touch of the other
One has lips and the other has fingers
Once they leave the ecstasy lingers
One is toxic and the other may leave you sick
But these are two habits never to be kicked
Both are kind...wild...and fair
And both know how to perfume the air
One has style and one has grace
Both know how to put us men in our place
While one can dance the other can swish
A lifetime of both is my romantic wish
To die with one is to live without the other
Like soul mates who can't live without one-another
One may be wet while the other one dry
I can't wait to give them both a try
Now I'll lay one down and say goodnight to the other
Which is which... of these two great lovers
Dosi are red.
Andorians are blue.
Fix your server connection issues,
so I can play the flipping game.
I'm not a poet,
and I definitely know it.
I thank those who suggested the Zen giving
To those who are not living
In the US,
which is quite gracious.
Violets are green too
Borg implants rock
And so do you
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.