Father B

Shhshhhut-uuup! The poster above me is an Olympian! The poster below me is his brother/father.

Electric Head pt 1 — White/Rob Zombie

Unless he's just kind of slow, if you catch my meaning. But whatever. What's done is done. Hopefully for the best.

Gorrammit. I missed it? rageface.jpg Sounds like a bit of a sh<expleted>storm went down. Sorry, Bronie. And to the other guy (if he comes back): I can appreciate the enthusiasm and curiosity. But a word of advice: if you don't know whether a bomb is armed: it is. Better to err on the side of caution, no? Love, peace, and empathy.

*Salutes Doc* Great to hear he's home safe and sound. I hope all is well on the homefront for him. Nothin' but love for you, Doc! Hopefully I'll be able to get the Internet soon and with luck, we can kick some tires and light some fires over XBL.

OOC: I see what you did there. Our oracle must have writer's block.

Trés bón, my dear Oracle. I've been writing a FF, myself, but so far it reads like the transcript of a documentary.

*shows off his new kicks* The shoe shop, here in the Sears I work at. Hikers. Brown faux leather with black authentic leather tops. 7-point lace loops. And a heel that jacks me up another inch to 6'2". Boo-yaw.

First off I'd just like to say: 500th TOPIC (in the GD)! Now then. Two years ago I forgot to change the time on my alarm clock. I usually gave an hour leeway due to my responsibilities at that job. The result was I arrived two hours early and had to wait in the break room where I nearly fell asleep. Would've been great to be late for work when I was already at work. What're your DST mistakes?

It is understandable, my son. BF3 is a well done game. And Reach has stagnated a fair bit, especially with the focus on CEA and H4 as much as it is. Just remember to play often enough to keep your skills sharp. After all, the day you face me is the day you'll need all the skill you can get. On second thought, go ahead and neglect Halo. I have, but I've got an excuse. So worry not, my child. *holds a small metal ring over Kurt* May Twam's blessing be upon you.

I heard that Doc has saved peoples' lives. The only things Chuck Norris ever saved are the movies he'd starred in. Doc FTW!

It's alright, my son. After all, even in its weakest form, Halo will always trump games such as those. So it has always been. So it will always be. You needn't worry yourself over such minor of the minor transgressions. Go now with Twam's blessing, my child.

I use an iPhone 4. Never experienced that sort of thing myself.

OOC: lol Wiping the smirk off his face, Bluesky shrugs and turns his attention back to the bay door. He was waiting for it to open. To see a crack appear and light to pour in. He wanted to get out there. To do something. He hates the waiting. More accurately, he hates not knowing whether he's gonna make it out of the flying bucket alive and in one piece. You can't really see anything in the back. If only there was a monitor to show passengers what was in front of them. "Are we there yet?" Bluesky asks Red with a childish huff. He knew he was being insolent, but he was sure everybody wanted to know the answer.

Hey! That's… true… and it hurt my feeling. The poster above me hurts so gooood. The poster below me is just a pain.

You stuck him right in the face and he still fired his SPNKR even though he couldn't see? And you were the only one tea-bagging him? HERESY! There should have been MORE! If you see him again, you better damn well do it again, and see if you can get others to join in. Twam knows that I would if I could. Twam be with you, my son. It is not I from whom you seek forgiveness, my son. But did you at least win the match? Five Halo Mary's and let someone else drive the vehicle in the next few team matches. That ought to be enough for redemption. Go with Twam's blessing, my son.

Bluesky grabbed the Holy s**t handle again, and after hearing Red's suggestion to hang on, he gripped it a little tighter than usual. His breath became short, more rapid, and he began to sweat. The idea of dying in a Pelican wasn't new to him, but he always hoped he'd be the one flying. "I hope you're as good of a shot as you say you are, Private," said the Corporal, "because I feel there is gonna be a welcoming party when we land." Cloud didn't know just then how to tell the Corporal that he never said anything about being a good shot. Only that he's as good a shot as he is a driver. "I just hope our glorified Air Force technician here has his driver's license," he said with a forced smirk toward A1C Trevelyan.

Uh… If you're asking if that makes you disabled, then obviously not. Go now with Twam's blessing, my Artificially Intelligent child.

Bluesky acknowledges with a, "You got it, Corporal." His thoughts suddenly and turbulently drifted back to, What the Hell's out there? Bluesky reached down his collar and pulled out a totem he bore on a brown leather string around his neck. He whispers something to it in an ancient Native tongue, touches it to his forehead and puts it back beneath his chest armor.

"Swee-eet!" came the Private's reply to hearing about the Gauss 'Hog. Of course, he presumed that he'd get to ride in it, if not drive or man the Gauss cannon. "Holy... ****..." Red remarked. He never sounded frightened, but it sent a chill up the spine of Private Bluesky nonetheless. Cloud never dared to look. He had to keep focused. When Trevelyan stole a peek, however, it became harder to do that. He had to distract himself. "Your call on the seating arrangements, Corporal," he said to Alexander. "I'm as good a shot as I am a driver, sir. Just letting you know."

IC: "Roger that," replies Bluesky as he pulls the bolt on his assault rifle. He kept the safety on. "Hey, Captain?" he asks Red. "You know if we brought any wheels with us?" If this place is big, he doesn't want to have to footslog it to God-knows-where-and-back.

Clarify. This was done purposely? There was no connection difficulty? If yes, I'm sure you're forgiven, Twin. If no… Twam have mercy on you should you do it again. By the power vested in me by Twam and the 343i.org user agreement, I hereby sentence you to continue being as you are. Any deviation will be met with frowns, disappointment, and eventual forgiveness by the community. Twam be with you.

First, if he's a player who ALWAYS goes for an assassination over a straight-up beatdown, then he deserves to have his victims stolen from him. You are forgiven. Second, well done. What's to forgive? Third, did your cereal taste any worse than it would had you prayed over it? Twam be with you. My son, it is entirely understandable. When winning a match we aren't always treated to the laugh-out-loud funny hijinks that make multiplayer so much fun. I myself am guilty of costing my team a match by blowing myself up with a SPNKR. It was accidental, of course, but absolutely hilarious, to me if not my team. Going from a lead of +2 to a final loss by -1 all because I suicided… That was the last match I played that night. Brought a tear to my eye, and split my sides from laughing. But I digress… The real shame is that no video of your epic lolz exists. That'll be twenty Halo Mary's and being nice to trolls in the matchmaking lobby for the next week. For shame, Jester. For shame. Twam be with you, despite your blasphemy. I understand completely, my son. See, subconsciously you tapped into your good nature and handicapped your team to give your opponent team a better chance. You understand? Nothing is to forgive here, my child. Now go, have fun. Twam be with you.

*Stifles his chuckling* On the first count of 'nading into a melee, my son, I'd say you already know the lesson therein. A kill that comes at the cost of a teammate is not as valuable as a kill alone. It's worth so much more! Ahem, I mean, perhaps to us by ourselves, but not always to the team. Perhaps you should begin to take a moment before hurling grenades at an enemy to check for friendly IFF signatures. And on the second count… well, there really is not much that can be said. "Boys will be boys," I guess. Though I hope you wouldn't do such a thing to cost a match. Twam be with you.