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How can they lock down LA? Even if they've diverted troops and police from garrisons across the country, they're never going to be able to prevent people from leaving, not unless they had an immense number of army and navy personnel, along with considerable air support to supplement the land/sea coverage.

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I'll join in

Name: James Moreno
Age: 19
Location: Salisbury, MD

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Almost a case where I live. Well, there was a big scare in my apartment building yesterday. At 4 in the afternoon, my Burmese neighbor practically knocks down my door because a couple kids were acting strange outside the building, and since I own the only machete on the floor, I was nominated to check it out. Leaving the building and going into the courtyard, I saw one of the kids, lurching around like some George Romero zombie, and my jaw dropped and I froze, and the F**king Thing bit me!

Thankfully, i punched the zombie in the face, giving it a pretty bloody nose, and then it started crying. Thank god, just some idiot kids pulling a prank. Army patrols and these nondescript plainclothes guys are asking questions all around town, and pulling people, mostly African and Asian immigrants into these "unobvious" black vans (this happening anywhere else?). Is this Holocaust round II or something?

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / The Iron Fist of The Gosaan
« on: July 30, 2008, 04:04:21 pm »
[since I'm not very certain about any of the RPs here, I'll just post a story unless someone comes in screaming about how I am required to join an RP]

To Outsiders, the Jel'osken system was in chaos. Various Gosaan ships vied for supremacy in the void in an almost eternal "contest" of civil wars scared away even the dumbest of alien explorers (actually, no one had even bothered to map this part of space yet). And yet, Spacemaster Yartan Vol'eos calmly watched the unfolding destruction from the bridge of his Willbreaker class destroyer. Taking a sip from a drink, he pulled up a display of events on his desk's screen and sat down to watch and order his fleet to kill.

Vol'eos was one of the more popular Spacemasters, and his tactical supremacy, unfailing 'manners' and sheer brilliance in Total War made him and his fleet a fan favorite. Yes. A fan favorite. You see, the Gosaan have a central government, but each planet is granted a degree of independence from the Capitol, and; with a species as violent as Gosaan, the government let the Fleet and Army play highly-publicised wargames (with more emphasis on war than games) as a way to blow off steam and generate healthy revenue.

Getting back to Vol'eos, he had finished his drink and had his fill of waiting on the sidelines. Taking the elevator from the general quarters to the bridge, he arrived at the perfect time. The pawnships of Spacemasters Gar'vos and Sal'shas were making little headway, so Vol'eos decided to move in for the kills that doubtless sell out thousands of SpaceMaster Yartan Vol'eos dolls. "Control, plot a course to take us between the two pawnships. Weapons, give me firing solutions for missile pods A-G on starboard and AA-HH on port! Sound collision alarms and evacuate and de-pressurize all nonessential sections." As the destroyer moved towards the stalemate, Vol'eos smiled. He was in his element.

The two pawnships were still fighting when Vol'eos fired the Willbreaker's main cannon, which blasted a sizable hole through Gar'vos' pawnship. Startled, the two pawnships immediately ceased firing on each other to turn so that they could give the Willbreaker a broadside. "Fire main cannon at the undamaged one, and launch 4 missiles from pods A-G on my mark!" spat Vol'eos. As the ensign at the weapons console entered in the various commands, Vol'eos double-checked his math. After counting down from 7, he roared "Fire main cannon!" at a rough 6.5, which was quickly followed by "Fire missiles!" at 2.7 with a grin tugging at the corner of his narrow, crocodile like mouth, he watched the pawnships fire their own missiles. Once the enemy warheads were within autocannon range, he gave the command to fire scramblers. In less than a second after the scramblers launched, Vol'eos suddenly thought about how Gar'vos and Sal'shas had hidden nukes in the small group of missiles that were about to detonate a reasonably safe distance from his ship?

Banishing the thought entirely, he waited, and let his barbed tongue slide over his lips in nervous anticipation. The countdown timer reached zero, and the scramblers worked wonders. A dozen detonations lit up as the missiles exploded, leaving Vol'eos momentarily blinded, as well as the two pawnships. As the image of the explosions was burned into his retinas, Vol'eos gave a small fighter crew the order to attack. As the explosions faded, the volunteers on the pawnships stopped cheering their victory and began praying as a small swarm of fighters screamed into view. A few minutes later it was over. Missiles launched from the fighters reduced the pawnships to little more than deformed hulks floating lifelessly. Almost bursting with pride, Vol'eos recalled his fighters and marked the wrecks for pickup.

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Movies / Re: The WORST movies you have ever seen.
« on: July 30, 2008, 07:37:24 am »
Eragon. Worst movie ever and waste of film. poor acting, poor sets, horrible enemies and horrible story.

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Spore: Creation Corner / Re: [NG] Index
« on: July 30, 2008, 07:31:22 am »
This may be a stupid question, but how do I get my race into the [NG]?

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Music / Re: Music you HATE!!!
« on: July 30, 2008, 07:05:21 am »
dislike

metal. I'm sorry, but in my opinion, some dude from Finland screaming about satan, serial killers, and blood (not to mention the Americans who try to copy them) gets very old after about 5 songs. And all the crap that gets passed off as 'punk' today.

Back in the 90's, you had the Unseen, the Casualties, and all these other great punk bands that stood for something, before MTV and the hated Crustpunks took over, and turned a great scene into a haven for unwashed, scabies-infested losers, with "Oh, I'm an Anarchist, but I preach world peace and vote Democrat" rants. And RAC (Rock Against Communism), the haven for neo-nazi "skinheads" who give decent, hardworking, anti-racist skinheads like me a bad name and a relation to horrible pseudo-metal.

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Music / Re: What's your theme song?
« on: July 30, 2008, 06:46:46 am »
Theme song, eh?

"Hooligans" by The Oppressed

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