I will cheat at Dom-jot until I am stabbed through the heart by a Nausicaan.... They made Worf a new spine but all I got was this artificial heart. Cant we replicate a new hart as easy as a stake?
Last time I ran this I parked my engineer over the star base and sat there giving it shield heals, tactical teams, as well as hull heals while FAW spamming. Since people left lots of ships through at times it got really fun doing the healing thing to the starbase. Might do that again since it gave me quite the DS9 under attack feel.
Obviously patting myself on my bristly back for practising non-violent resistance.
^ Memory Alpha.org is not canon. It's a open wiki with arbitrary rules. Only what can be cited from an episode is. ^
"No. Men do not roar. Women roar. Then they hurl heavy objects... and claw at you." -Worf, son of Mogh
"A filthy, mangy beast, but in its bony breast beat the heart of a warrior" - "faithful" (...) "but ever-ready to follow the call of the wild." - Martok, about a Targ
"That pig smelled horrid. A sweet-sour, extremely pungent odor. I showered and showered, and it took me a week to get rid of it!" - Robert Justman, appreciating Emmy-Lou
Set engines to one third impulse, wedge down the "S" and space buttons so the ship flies in a circle occantionally shooting things, thus appearing not to be AFK. Go to YouTube, watch kitten videos while pretending to listen to what my wife is saying.
11 minutes...Obviously using that time to contemplate human nature, and how we as a society can come together to better ourselves. Or alt tab and youtube last nights Voice sing offs.
Well for 11 minutes I will actually have to spend some time paying bills and oh yes speaking to someone overseas who wants to argue about my cable bill
Change my baby's diaper and try and get him back to sleep.....doesn't always work, and if I screwed up anybody's run bc of it.....my bad. Sorry! Real life takes precedence!
> @zerokillcf2011 said: > Change my baby's diaper and try and get him back to sleep.....doesn't always work, and if I screwed up anybody's run bc of it.....my bad. Sorry! Real life takes precedence!
I used to play City of Heroes holding my infant son. He loved all the colors. Could be why he's such a gamer now...
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While sitting there making dil for the daily until you make dil for the event completion, you sit there and make more dil by doing Admiralty and Doffing.
Go to kitchen and put kettle on for a nice cup of tea. While kettle boils, toilet break if needed, otherwise I wash up, gotta have a nice clean teacup for that nice cup of tea after all.
Since I'm making tea while playing Star Trek Online, I might indulge in some Earl Grey. However, I've recently became fond of redbush tea with vanilla extract. If I've ran out of both, Irish Breakfast Tea is my brew of choice.
I like it strong, so I leave it in the cup and don't always add milk. While it brews, I see if the cat's food & water needs refilling, although she usually informs me, quite violently, if it does.
I then load up my tablet and/or check the kindlefreebies subreddit for any free books.
With nice cup of tea in hand, cat on lap and kindle in front of me, I browse for a while. I then check STO and beat down the boss ship and it's friends.
Fly away from the Reman station, do a barrel roll, swarm my teammates with repair drones, send my personal fleet to destroy Borg transwarp conduits and relocate planets with only Type 8 shuttlecraft, assign a group of a Klingon, a Jem'Hadar, and an Undine to conquer 47 star systems in the name of the Klingon Empire, remind the entire Federation fleet that Captain Kurland is still maintaining his post on Deep Space Nine, then ask them where the heck Sulu is as I fly my ship apart for no reason while drinking a cup of maple syrup like any good Canadian does.
Oh, and I spread word of my super efficient methods to the world so they can join in the fun. That way, we all fly away from the Reman station, while doing barrel rolls, swarming our teammates with repair drones, sending our personal fleets to destroy Borg transwarp conduits and relocate planets with only Type 8 shuttlecraft, assigning groups of a Klingon, a Jem'Hadar, and an Undine to conquer 47 star systems (each) in the name of the Klingon Empire, reminding the entire Federation fleet that Captain Kurland is still maintaining his post on Deep Space Nine, and asking them where the heck Sulu is as we fly our ships apart for no reason while drinking maple syrup like any good Canadian or anyone else with good taste does.
That is all. Resume your scrolling.
Winning.
It's what I do. It's what I just did. It's what I'm about to do again. It's being undisputed emperor of an empire that cannot be disproved as the most powerful intergalactic empire in the entire universe; I always win, and everything I've won will definitely be won again... by me. It's my signature move, and thus, it's my signature. Problem, Sonic? Yeah, I mean you, Sonic, because you're being beat up, despite your being super. You can't even hit Shadow back, can you? Nope, he's too strong for you. Of course, I'm not Shadow, I'm the Super Emerald fueled fox that's pulling the strings; trust me, the fight would only be a few frames long if I were in it personally. Oh, and here's something for all you guys thinking you can win Last Post Wins 3.0; trust me, I'll be around a long while after the sun has already consumed the Earth while I sit out with the forum servers on Titan. Yes, I mean Titan... that comparatively little moon orbiting Saturn. It's a nice little place in a version of our solar system where the sun is a lot bigger. I mean, Mars will last longer than your precious Earth, but by then, it'll be one hot planet... and I figure Saturn's moon will be about the right temperate for a super-powered warlord. Oh, and trust me, I packed a lot of rings, and I mean a lot. Trillions, in fact, so I'll never run out of rings to power my super form. Besides, if I start to run out, I can just chaos control more rings into my reach. It's quite easy, really. You should try it. Granted, you'll never have the 7 Super Emeralds that I have in my possession, nor the Master Emerald that I've got hidden away somewhere... absorbed into my body thanks to Sonic logic, but whatever. I win. Again. I'm not kidding, either. Just check Last Post Wins, and if the last post isn't mine, it soon will be. Very, very soon. You can count on it. Seriously. By the way, if you're wondering, there's a really great Super Tails sprite sheet out there... somewhere... by some guy named shadow_91. These sprites are really great. Like, really good. Quality. Just like what I like to see in a sprite sheet. Also, credit to Joe T.E., his Sonic Battle style Super Sonic sprites have a great palette for a Super Sonic being beat up by Super Shadow, who's palette is from a Super Shadow sheet of unknown origin, but it turns out they were "borrowed" from a better sheet made by a certain Domenico. Oh, and the gif is actually a custom made super version of a similar gif, of which there are only 3 or 4 copies to be found by Google, and even then, evidently of an unknown source. Yep, it's one of those things. Stuff people have made, spread around, only for it to vanish and you to be the only person who still has a copy, not even knowing where it came from... like, literally at all. Oh, and anyone notice that Shadow's little chaos snap blast thingies are red and blue now? Yeah, I changed it. Problem, fans of purple? Yeah, I know you got a problem with that one, but you can just deal with it. After all, according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly... alright, alright, I'll spare you the entire Bee Movie script, just Google it if you want. By the way, ever wonder how your characters would've ended up if they evolved in another universe? Yeah, that. Think about it. Ok, so you probably didn't bother reading up to here, but whatever, here's a surprise for you guys over at ESD (RP) who were crazy enough to read this: Emperor Nat of the mcfreakin' Terran Empire is gonna be right all along! The universe is gonna go BOOM! *Thumbs up to the insanity*
Oh, now don't tell me you want in on all this! Well, ok. Look this that Egg Pawn hanging outside your window, pointing his laser rifle at you, waiting for my next order. He's doing his part. He helps conquer the weak-minded. He roboticizes the weak-bodied. Heck, he even helps keep the useless people from causing any trouble, but you know what? Join. Find the closest Nataran Empire roboticization center near you and join the ranks, before the ranks find you. Oh, I know, you figure it must be so satisfying to know I basically rule the world now, and you know what? It is, but do you want to know the true definition of satisfaction? Well, let me tell you a little story. One day, you see a brand new event. They're giving out boxes that give old event stuff. Your dilithium is plentiful. You buy a whole lot of Phoenix packs on your main, and open them all. You get one epic token. Then, you decide, that since you have all the Breen ships and don't give a damn about the others, you exchange it for an ultra rare, and grab yourself a Jem'Hadar Attack Ship and for the hell of it, a Voth Bulwark. You open both, leaving the Bulwark in your vast masses of starships as you jump into the bugship and deck it out, deck by deck, into the most awesome Jem'Hadar ship you can. You fly it. You enjoy it. Eventually, you get bored and leave, leaving the old Bulwark never flown... until later. Your main is long complete. Your new alt main, based off some character you pulled out of nothing just to explain away some starship being in service without the command of your dear admiral, is also complete. Mostly. Their reps and doffs are hard at work, getting you stuff. You realize the potential, and head back for your dear admiral, pull the most Voth themed build you can out of thin air, and suit up in your giant ship in the shape of you know what. You head out... and cause all sorts of havoc. Enemies scream out your name as their very life is drained away by your swarms of Aceton Assimilators. They complain to the devs of your OPness when you revive yourself from death every time you die. Do you show any form of mercy? No. After all, this isn't the United Federation of Planets, this is mother frakkin' Starfleet, where you explore strange new worlds and kick butt never kicked before. Oh, and you realize that I just wrote another speech rivaling your own signature. Cool. Oh, wait, that's just the original draft, it is part of my signature now. Oh, and yes, I am aware that I have become a Canadian Regent; one day, sooner than you'd expect, we'll suddenly decide to take over the world and declare an "alliance", and I shall become it's Regent. You know, like the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance in the mirror universe of our beloved Star Trek. Oh, who'll we be taking over with? I dunno, maybe [REDACTED], or maybe aliens from outer space. Guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't we? Until then, don't ask too many questions, or else my Breen allies on Titania might pick up on your -- [REDACTED BY BREEN CONFEDERACY FOR REASONS] Also, psst... keep an eye out for flying Tribbles! Also walls. Big, great walls, separating entire continents apart. Walls patrolled by Tribbles. Flying Tribbles. Flying Nukara Tribbles. Don't worry, it's not like they were on Venus with a herd of Tholians or anything, they just like the extreme heat and brutal weather like acid rain and hurricane force winds as the norm. Oh, and definitely keep your eye out on any two-tailed foxes, because if they ain't glowing, they're definitely an imposter. Possibly an Undine, we caught one of those once in my place once. Oh, and if you find a two-tailed fox that doesn't like the cold... most certainly ask him to say sorry. If he refuses, DESTROY HIM WITH A DOOMSDAY MACHINE, BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH AGAINST SUCH AN OVERPOWERED IMPOSTER!
tr;dr, I am winning last post wins 3.0. Thank you for your time.
"The meaning of victory is not to merely defeat your enemy but to destroy him, to completely eradicate him from living memory, to leave no remnant of his endeavours, to crush utterly his achievement and remove from all record his every trace of existence. From that defeat no enemy can ever recover. That is the meaning of victory."
-Lord Commander Solar Macharius
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Gotta go, dinner is ready.
OH MY
Someone's get'n Gorny with it.
Did I win?
> Change my baby's diaper and try and get him back to sleep.....doesn't always work, and if I screwed up anybody's run bc of it.....my bad. Sorry! Real life takes precedence!
I used to play City of Heroes holding my infant son. He loved all the colors.
Could be why he's such a gamer now...
While sitting there making dil for the daily until you make dil for the event completion, you sit there and make more dil by doing Admiralty and Doffing.
Then go make a sammich.
Since I'm making tea while playing Star Trek Online, I might indulge in some Earl Grey. However, I've recently became fond of redbush tea with vanilla extract. If I've ran out of both, Irish Breakfast Tea is my brew of choice.
I like it strong, so I leave it in the cup and don't always add milk. While it brews, I see if the cat's food & water needs refilling, although she usually informs me, quite violently, if it does.
I then load up my tablet and/or check the kindlefreebies subreddit for any free books.
With nice cup of tea in hand, cat on lap and kindle in front of me, I browse for a while. I then check STO and beat down the boss ship and it's friends.
Oh, and I spread word of my super efficient methods to the world so they can join in the fun. That way, we all fly away from the Reman station, while doing barrel rolls, swarming our teammates with repair drones, sending our personal fleets to destroy Borg transwarp conduits and relocate planets with only Type 8 shuttlecraft, assigning groups of a Klingon, a Jem'Hadar, and an Undine to conquer 47 star systems (each) in the name of the Klingon Empire, reminding the entire Federation fleet that Captain Kurland is still maintaining his post on Deep Space Nine, and asking them where the heck Sulu is as we fly our ships apart for no reason while drinking maple syrup like any good Canadian or anyone else with good taste does.
That is all. Resume your scrolling.
Winning.
Oh, now don't tell me you want in on all this! Well, ok. Look this that Egg Pawn hanging outside your window, pointing his laser rifle at you, waiting for my next order. He's doing his part. He helps conquer the weak-minded. He roboticizes the weak-bodied. Heck, he even helps keep the useless people from causing any trouble, but you know what? Join. Find the closest Nataran Empire roboticization center near you and join the ranks, before the ranks find you. Oh, I know, you figure it must be so satisfying to know I basically rule the world now, and you know what? It is, but do you want to know the true definition of satisfaction? Well, let me tell you a little story. One day, you see a brand new event. They're giving out boxes that give old event stuff. Your dilithium is plentiful. You buy a whole lot of Phoenix packs on your main, and open them all. You get one epic token. Then, you decide, that since you have all the Breen ships and don't give a damn about the others, you exchange it for an ultra rare, and grab yourself a Jem'Hadar Attack Ship and for the hell of it, a Voth Bulwark. You open both, leaving the Bulwark in your vast masses of starships as you jump into the bugship and deck it out, deck by deck, into the most awesome Jem'Hadar ship you can. You fly it. You enjoy it. Eventually, you get bored and leave, leaving the old Bulwark never flown... until later. Your main is long complete. Your new alt main, based off some character you pulled out of nothing just to explain away some starship being in service without the command of your dear admiral, is also complete. Mostly. Their reps and doffs are hard at work, getting you stuff. You realize the potential, and head back for your dear admiral, pull the most Voth themed build you can out of thin air, and suit up in your giant ship in the shape of you know what. You head out... and cause all sorts of havoc. Enemies scream out your name as their very life is drained away by your swarms of Aceton Assimilators. They complain to the devs of your OPness when you revive yourself from death every time you die. Do you show any form of mercy? No. After all, this isn't the United Federation of Planets, this is mother frakkin' Starfleet, where you explore strange new worlds and kick butt never kicked before. Oh, and you realize that I just wrote another speech rivaling your own signature. Cool. Oh, wait, that's just the original draft, it is part of my signature now. Oh, and yes, I am aware that I have become a Canadian Regent; one day, sooner than you'd expect, we'll suddenly decide to take over the world and declare an "alliance", and I shall become it's Regent. You know, like the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance in the mirror universe of our beloved Star Trek. Oh, who'll we be taking over with? I dunno, maybe [REDACTED], or maybe aliens from outer space. Guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't we? Until then, don't ask too many questions, or else my Breen allies on Titania might pick up on your -- [REDACTED BY BREEN CONFEDERACY FOR REASONS] Also, psst... keep an eye out for flying Tribbles! Also walls. Big, great walls, separating entire continents apart. Walls patrolled by Tribbles. Flying Tribbles. Flying Nukara Tribbles. Don't worry, it's not like they were on Venus with a herd of Tholians or anything, they just like the extreme heat and brutal weather like acid rain and hurricane force winds as the norm. Oh, and definitely keep your eye out on any two-tailed foxes, because if they ain't glowing, they're definitely an imposter. Possibly an Undine, we caught one of those once in my place once. Oh, and if you find a two-tailed fox that doesn't like the cold... most certainly ask him to say sorry. If he refuses, DESTROY HIM WITH A DOOMSDAY MACHINE, BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH AGAINST SUCH AN OVERPOWERED IMPOSTER!
tr;dr, I am winning last post wins 3.0. Thank you for your time.
As for what I would do in eleven minutes, I would get a job a Twitter and deactivate President Trump's Twitter feed for that long.
-Lord Commander Solar Macharius
I'll check the 20-something webcomics that I read, to see which updated.
Edit: Dang it, none of them updated. Still 3 minutes left? Uh... I guess I'll watch the best video ever.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Support 90 degree arc limitation on BFaW! Save our ships from looking like flying disco balls of dumb!