okay, due to the fact that the story is probally gona be pretty big, i can't relly class it as a snipit, so i'm copying and pasteing it all here...
we'll as much as i can

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Atlas Park

Seraph Residence

Dark Seraph sat in his workshop, trying to find something to do. He tied up the Yarnball case, even helped put a stop to Super Yarn before it really took
off, but now he was bored. Swinging his feet up on to the desk, he contemplated having a nap when he heard the door open. He watched as his sister floated into
view, an impish smile on her face that meant she must be up to no good again.

"What do you want Sera?" He asked.

"Well Seraph, I thought it was so sad that you spent all your spare time looked up in your work shop, that I decided to make you have some
fun."

"Make me have fun?"

"Yes, that's why you're coming with me to one of these." She paused as she rummaged around her pocket before pulling out a flyer.
"Speed Dating Seminars." She finished proudly.

"And why the hell would I want to do that?"

"Because it says it's a great way to meet new and exciting people and quite frankly your social life is pretty shity."

Seraph glared at his sister, but knew she was right, he hadn't really tried to make friends since moving to paragon… hell when he thought of it, Terr
and a maybe a few others were amongst the few he'd class as friends.

"Now come on Seraph. This will be fun. But if you don't come. I'll turn you into a cat girl again." She smiled as witch fire danced
between her fingers.

"And remember what I said I'd do if you do try that shit again?" Seraph snapped.

Sera threw up her hands in exasperation "look mister grouch, what's the worst that could happen, you have a boring night? Sure sounds better than
sitting on your arse. Unless you enjoy being a boring blob"

Seraph knew there was only one way to end this. "Look, even if, and I stress if, I go. What's the point? Most of the people at dose things are
midlife crisis sufferers."

"What makes you say that?"

"I hade to tail a guy into one once, it wasn't fun."

"well look, it says here that's it's for people in their mid twenties to thirsty, okay… that's a bit of a stretch on my behalf, but it will
be fun. How about this, if you have no fun and think it's a waste of time, I'll leave you alone for a week, okay?"

Seraph thought about it, a weeks of silence would be nice, and it wouldn't be like he was cheating on Enynn, hell he had the impression that whatever
was going on between them was burning out anyway. "Okay, you have a deal, when's it on?"

"Tonight at 7:30, so you have some time to get ready. And remember, try and have some fun." She giggled as she skipped away. Seraph sighed as he
slowly stood up, for better or for worse, he was going to socialise.

(I could not quite reach the appall Thibor height I aspired to, but enjoy it anyway)

There are times for keeping your game face firmly fixed. When others were looking to you for leadership, you could not let it slip. You had to maintain the
aura of calm, focused control, and by doing so, let it pass like an infection to those around you. When the world around you was descending into utter bat-shit
madness, to the point where the appearance of the Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts and Hookah smoking caterpillar would signify a turn towards the comfortably
normal, you had to keep your game face on.

Thibor has a carefully trained game face. Anyone who had spent any time with dogs knew how difficult it was for the canine, or in his case, lupine, face to
conceal emotion. Doggie expressions were so obvious.; happy dog, unhappy dog, sick dog and of course Irish setter. His team looked to him. His team needed him
to be the solid rock on which they would build their attack.

Even now, they were arranged behind him. Waiting for the word.

He has seen the enemies. His team had seen the enemies. He turned to his team.

His game face faltered. Then gave way. The look of shocked horror matching those around him.

As one they turned and fled, tumbling through the portal and back into the bustling Architect Enterprise lobby.

Thibor let loose a long and profane burst of Romani; the incredibly descriptive and anatomically unlikely phrases were a balm to his battered psyche. He felt
cleaner for it.

"Okay." Thibor rasped. "Is never, ever, running one of Jackie's custom missions ever again. Agreed?"

It was unanimous.

Something that has slipped my mind entirely when I brought the family to Fenspace: the family dog.
In my family's case, they own a Pembroke Welsh Corgi - a very well mannered and happy-go-lucky specimen named Oliver. He's an old dog, which is really a shame. He'll be sorely missed when his time comes, but he will be remembered for certain.

Some of you might remember my little ol' blueside mad scientist girl from Justice. Once Going Rogue hits, I'll be bringing a version of her to the Legendary Academy.

So...a little taste of what's coming, in the style of Skippy's List...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6H0i1RAdHk

Amusing by my standards. YMMV.

There's an entry in the concordance for chapter seven:

Quote:out of fear of the youth of America, Richard Nixon attempts to cancel the 1972 elections and fails
According to my reading, Nixon did in fact go so far as to ask the well-known thinktank the Rand Corporation if he should do this in our "real" history. He got words to the effect of "Are you crazy? No!" as a response.

Quote:RAND advised President Nixon on the feasibility of canceling the 1972 presidential election
Henry S. Rowen, then president of the RAND Corporation, released this statement carried by The Wall Street Journal on May 13, 1970: "The Rand Corporation has not undertaken such a study. It does not contemplate making such a study, nor has it been approached by anyone with a proposal for such a study."

Fuck, this is ten
thousand times better than the one in the movie. Forget Summer Glau, give this woman a staring role in a major motion picture.

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Epsilon

Linna?

The Elder Gamer site has an interesting article about the devs' reaction to the "misuse" of the Mission Architect -- you might want to check it out.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/20 ... asian-cast

--Amanda
"Hey, it's not like dying is on my schedule for this week."
--Yumeko Asagiri, Bubblegum Crisis: The Next Generation, part 3

It's just too cool - and detailed - not to incorporate Asten Station into Fenspace somewhere.

http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2009 ... ntest.html]Overview on CBC.ca

http://www.nss.org/settlement/nasa/Cont ... ults/2009/]Contest page, with link to the 12MB detailed PDF (and a nice long list of other space-station project names we can raid... er, be inspired from)

Noah would have to be two orders of magnitude richer than he is to pull this one off single-handedly, so it's going to have to come from either a consortium or one of the larger factions... and the larger factions each have their own design esthetics that don't match this plan. So...
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012