Quote: "BUSTER!" Nanoha shouted as a pink beam of energy thicker than a telephone pole lanced out and struck the Kull Warrior with such force that it was
picked up and slammed against the end of the hall. Jack and the others stopped firing at the strange sight and just watched as the Kull Warrior was pushed
into the wall, cracking the reinforced cement behind it.




When the stream of power ended, the Kull Warrior fell forward, leaving a noticeable fracture in the wall.




"Warning, target still functions," Raising Heart announced just before the Kull Warrior moved its arms, "Let's do it: Starlight Breaker."




"Okay, Raising Heart," Nanoha turned to Jack and said, "Pin him down for 10 seconds, please!"




Jack, Tsurugi, Teal'c and the remaining soldiers again opened fire. Jack kept his shots in short controlled bursts between the blasts of energy that
Tsurugi and Teal'c launched. Keeping his shots close to the central mass of the Kull warrior as it stood up, one arm passed over its body. The other
soldiers had taken to 'spray and pray' responses to the Kull Warriors in a mild panic, but Jack remained sharp.




A three round burst struck the blaster on the left arm as it rose, deforming the weapon and launching sparks into the air. Jack wondered if Nanoha's
blast had damaged the Warrior's shielding. Its body armor remained intact, but parts of their collective shots were getting through.




The light from Nanoha's staff grabbed Jack's attention for just an instant. In the glimpse he gave her, he saw a sphere of pink energy gathered
before her, held within a spinning circle in front of Nanoha that was bigger around that she was tall that soon filled the entire hallway, calling an end to
the barrage.




"STAR LIGHT," Nanoha shouted as she raised her staff into the air, "BREAKER!"




Nanoha brought the staff down on the sphere with all her might as it launched towards the Kull Warrior as it used its remaining strength to look up to its
doom.




The hallway was enveloped in pink light for a good 13 seconds before the light dissipated. An acrid burning smell filled the hall.




When it did, the devastation was astounding. The entire hallway had been burned wider by almost 3 inches, while the hallway itself had been extended another
hundred feet.




Two ports opened on Raising Heart and let out twin jets of steam.




"Target Neutralized." Raising heart said.

I've noticed a real lack of posts despite a lot of news and politics going on. Is this just

people burning out or is there something else going on?

When Mission Design content is unlocked with tickets, is it unlocked for the toon, or the player?
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

After the craziness that was Terr's Ride of Roman Death, Largo had 16 million in Infamy. However, he also had a good deal of lack of slots, because going
from 45-49 in one map will give you the sea of red right quick.

So, I try to IO out his build, using just generic IOs. I note, my seed money for this was 16 *million*. This would not be difficult blueside. I'd want,
say, 20 mil to be sure of it, but I'd feel just fine about making the conversion from SOs to IOs.

I am now down to 4,000 some inf. I've *almost* got all the End Reducs I needed, and a handful of SOs are green now. However, about half his slots are still
red. I note, I concentrated ONLY on the End Reducs for IOs, figuring the rest could come later.

And most of those IOs were bought as recipes rather than the 500K a pop asking price for crafted IOs. Which lowered the price to 92,000 a pop, plus the
salvage. The silver wasn't bad(500 a pop for 10 pieces), but the Nevermelting Silver, common arcane salvage, apparently rings up for 50,000 a piece. @_@

Needless to say, I'm grateful that I'm perfectly fine with SOs most of the time. Otherwise redside's market would probably kill me.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

The question's come up over on Usenet, so I thought I'd ask here as well, broadening the question a bit.

Which anime have English-language theme songs, opening or ending?

There are three classes of answers to this question:

1) Music originally in English, not originally for anime (which is what the person on Usenet is interested in)
Higashi no Eden - Oasis, "Falling Down"
Speed Grapher - Duran Duran "Girls on Film"
Ergo Proxy - Radiohead, "Paranoid Android"
Paradise Kiss - Franz Ferdinand, "Do You Want To"
Gunslinger Girl - The Delgados,"The Light Before We Land"
Monster - David Sylvian, "For the Love of Life"
L/R: Licensed by Royalty - Billy Preston, "Go Where No One's Gone Before"

2) Music originally in English, written for the anime
Rental Magica - Lisa Komine, "Faith"

3) Music originally in Japanese, translated and redubbed by the translators
Tenchi Muyo - Sharyn Scott, "I'm a Pioneer"

Any more?
--
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

No one touch the bases! They may disappear on us.

Sure, they'll
grab them out of backups, but still...

Demonstrating my command of Noir-fu in the Legendary chat a day or so ago, I got my
Chandler on for the start of a new story - though there is a Jackie reference so it might a little Spillaine.

King's Row.



Life ain't fair. Get used to it. Right from day one. You're no sooner ushered into this world, and the first thing that
happens is that someone smacks you. You're eyes aren't even open yet.
No chance of you hitting back. Okay, Moose Masterson smacked the doctor back, but we all figured, 'Hey that's
Moose for you.' For the record, the doctor went on to smack Moose's mother and father for good measure, and
given how Moose turned out, I can't say that I really blame him.



My name is Gil MacHeath, I'm a shamus. A
gumshoe. A private eye. I'm the guy you bring your problems to when the
other guys with badges aren't about to help you. Sure I carry a badge, but it says private
investigator. That's a little like having a badge that says kick-me, without being nearly so obvious about
it. Cops can be feared, cops can be respected. Maybe a little of
both. Private eyes aren't that lucky.



I propped my feet up on the scarred and battered surface of my desk and inhaled a finger
of gin from the glass in my hand. I was feeling maudlin. I hadn't thought
of Moose Masterson in years. Eighty years. That number still shocked me, and I
slapped down another finger of gin by way of salute. Moose had been dead for most of those years in a shower of
squirting metal. I paid my respects to him today. Didn't like
him. Had my nose broken by him once. When I saw the grave and the simple
marker, I took my hat off. You have to know me to get a real good idea of what that means. Why?



Well, for one I could find him.



Between a war, a growing nation, and the general poverty of those I used to hang around
with, most of 'em disappeared without a trace. No birth records. No death
records. No grave to visit. Nothing.
Even saintly Momma MacHeath rests in soil unknown to her favorite son. I knew Moose, and that grave was as solid a
connection to the world I knew as I was going to find.



So I paid my respects.



Al, my partner, gives me a raised eyebrow as I reach for the gin bottle and replace the
two fingers worth of gin in my glass; and add another two for good measure. You gotta know Al to know how impressive
that is. Al don't have eyebrows.



Al is a penguin.



A snarky, very British, Penguin.



An invisible, magical, snarky, very British Penguin, who has noted on occasion that he
speaks better English than I do.



"Gilbert." Al insists on using my full
name, just like I refuse to use his. "Should I be concerned that you seem to be intent of killing that helpless
bottle of cheap gin in cold blood."



"It's not cold blood." I note out
of the side of my mouth. "No ice."



"I had noticed." Al said
dryly. The heat sometimes gets to him. "Perhaps you might convince Miss
Frost to restock my office."



Al rented an office next to mine; too many fights
over where to set the air conditioner. Currently it is set on the sidewalk three stories down. It stopped working. Al's got money and not a lot of things to spend it on. Military pension. That's a story for another time.



"Sure thing Al." I tilt my hat to cover
my eyes and shift lower in my chair. Al sighs.



"Gilbert, am I to understand that your plan; and I cringe at dignifying it with the
term plan; is to sit in your chair, drinking gin, and waiting for the phone to ring?" Al ruffles the feathers on
his chest with his beak.



"The work walks through the door or calls up on the ringer." I kill a finger of gin, and figuring it might be lonely, send another after it for company.
"I figure I'm in the right place."



"Yes. Rather. I have explained the concept of a secretary and an answering machine to you." Al
says.



"It's not about all that Al." I can
see it in his body language. He's about to get personal. We're both
guys. Different species notwithstanding. Guys don't get
personal. Not even at gunpoint. Al though, he's so used to giving advice,
sometimes he forgets.



"You still mooning over that secretary over at City Hall?" I ask him. His outraged birdy splutter is worth the price of admission.



"She is not a secretary!" Al shoots
back. "She is the Senior Research Librarian and…"



I raise my glass in salute, and Al responds with a similar gesture. Point to me. You spend enough time staring at a door or a phone, you learn to make your
own entertainment. It's part of being a gumshoe.



"You are either on a job or in that chair staring at the phone and the door, waiting
for a job." Al says. "That's not healthy
Gilbert."



"You're thinking I should get out.
Socially." I cap the bottle and toss it back in the filing cabinet under G for gin.



"Your investigative skills never fail to amaze me Gilbert." All says a bit huffily. "Enough clues and you will eventually reach a sustainable
hypothesis."



"Well, Jackie did ask if she could take me."
I muse. Al doesn't approve of Jackie; but tolerates her due to her ability to turn his office into a winter
wonderland.



"Well, perhaps not my first choice." Al
mused. "But dinner on the town with Miss Frost would do much to reintroduce you to a more social
existence."



"She didn't say anything about dinner."
I had set up the one two punch. Time to land the hook. "Just that
she'd take me."



Al gapes at me, clearly shocked and appalled. He
tries to say something, his beak opening and closing with a click.



Then the phone rings, and saves us both from the possibility of having to get
personal.

Any time you can say "this is now the fully completed bacon lance" you have my attention.

http://www.boingboing.net/2009/04/15/bb ... aming.html
---
Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"

No -real- story behind this mission, its more just for challange or farming honestly. Its Atta's Cave map with maximum allowed mobs Its a custom group of
nothing but Prefectius Roman bosses, I did add a brief warning that its difficult with all bosses inbound. If you can handle the Monotonous mobs for a few
hours..You do get a fair amount of tickets and influence *grin* I'd figure Exp wouldn't be too bad either.

On my Main tanker it took me upwards of 4 hours to complete solo on Unyeilding

8+Million Influence

and bout 7700 Tickets total

I honestly have no idea how this mission would run with a group..but fair warning..Bring Someone who can saturate hits..or get your defence well over softcap
then you should be ok

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

Britain's Got Talent - Susan Boyle

Wow. I can't imagine anyone not smiling while watching this. Just awesome. Love the expressions on the judges' faces, esp. Simon's!