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| Title | Bob's Big Date |
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written Sunday, February 29 2004 14:41
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If I absolutely had to have sex with any animal, it would be a dolphin, from a moralistic standpoint; it's significantly harder to rape an animal much stronger than you that is well-invested of the concept of rape. Of course, from a non-moralistic standpoint, it'd be a toucan. Because come on, they're the sexiest animals God ever made. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 28 2004 14:12
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Russian. Of goddamn *course* you're Russian. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 28 2004 12:48
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Aixo-se is not a going concern until our current plotline; given its similarity to Imperial, it's unlikely it was a pre-cataclysmic language. In fact, it's all too likely that the parent language of the Empire is from Aizo and not Pralgad. Imperial, Vahnataiis, Slithzerikaiis and Novah are the only separate languages. There are many little dialects spoken by goblins and Nephilim, but neither have ever seen the advanced civilization necessary to build their own language. Dragons do not have a separate society and are unlikely to have a separate language. Novah is too pervasively regular to be a real language -- my theory is that there is another language, Vahnataiis, which the majority of the Vahnatai speak, with Novah being something like a more popular Lobjan. We could count major dialects like Vantanasiyen or Undercommon, but the former stems from the natives of Vantanas being absorbed by the Empire rather than being killed en masse and mostly replaced with Imperial settlers, and the latter comes from unintelligent races' failure to understand Imperial. Vahnataiis and Slithzerikaiis are almost definitely related. Of course, this all comes from my silly theories, which call the Vahnatai less living gods and more a species with odd habits and odder diplomatic relationships. With the evidence Drakey uses to present VC, I could much more firmly state that the world was created by the GIFTS. Then again, he got around to it first. For which reason I intend to be the first BoA author of any scale and to defeat him once and for all. [ Saturday, February 28, 2004 12:50: Message edited by: Djur ] -------------------- The biggest, the baddest, and the fattest. Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 28 2004 09:07
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quote:I also recall you being the one who foamed at the mouth when I suggested that Adam and Eve were, by all scientific evidence, black if they existed at all. (Never mind the entire human race coming from two people; a population of several thousand would be needed to create a world-spanning species if it were a transplanted one.) [ Saturday, February 28, 2004 09:09: Message edited by: Djur ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 27 2004 22:00
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It was just before dawn one miserable Morning in black 'forty four When the forward commander was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn And the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks Held back the enemy tanks for a while And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives. And kind old King George sent Mother a note When he heard that Father was gone. It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll, With gold leaf and all. And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around, there was frost in the ground When the Tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, the rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command Took my daddy from me. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 27 2004 17:00
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Je ne parlerai que le français. Je peux parler l'anglais, mais pour vous? Avares, tous la sorte. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, February 26 2004 16:55
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Biggest difference between Polaris and Desp still seems to be the ability to take a joke. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, February 26 2004 11:30
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-------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, February 26 2004 06:35
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If you wanted to be called BowserThrasher, you should have set your name to that. Otherwise people are going to call you 'BoThra'. *mutters incoherently* -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 24 2004 19:45
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And Pyg is going to kick the asses of both down the block while a Quebecoise hooker with a heart of gold watches on and cheers. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 24 2004 19:36
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quote:Good to see unwarranted pretention isn't out of style. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 24 2004 19:32
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To be fair, some are about how wacky black people are when they act like white people, and vice versa. God bless corporate television. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 24 2004 18:51
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Oh, I plan to achieve world peace and equality. By grinding absolutely everyone so far into the dirt that inequality is tough to get on a big scale, much less is war possible. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 23 2004 18:03
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I hate milk; it's awful stuff, and I only use it to accompany oats or cereal. Also, I have an inordinate fondness for blendering oranges, even though the result is a pulpy mess. Try oranges and grapes sometime -- it's like drinking a rose. YAP: Whoa. You were around in the TR administration...?  (If I recall correctly, the FDA was more or less in reaction to The Jungle, and it was only more recently that it started dealing heavily with pharmaceuticals.) [ Monday, February 23, 2004 18:04: Message edited by: Dictatorship of the Custertariat ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 23 2004 18:00
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quote:I didn't have any problems with OHYS, thank you very much. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 23 2004 11:29
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[b] Full Frontal, you just changed your name, you are an antisocal stuck-up prick. Living many miles away from everything sounds like a dream to me.[/qb] No, not really. I don't need to physically escape from anything, and it makes the transit a lot easier. And as for the name-calling, thank you. Nothing wrong by beeing gay, is it? No, unless you're not and don't want people to assume things. To break isolation, go out more - should be easy to find a decent club in Seattle. I don't live in Seattle. I live in a depressed, sun-baked old neighborhood of Las Vegas. And as for finding a decent club, I'm not old enough to drink and don't have the inclination or the means to pick up people in bars. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 22 2004 22:11
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I side with ASD here. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 22 2004 21:42
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Misery. Wait, that's a movie. [ Sunday, February 22, 2004 21:44: Message edited by: Full Frontal Nudity Custer ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 22 2004 21:31
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I completely lack spiritual commodity with the human race. I'm not just saying that, either; I was raised in general isolation at around the age people usually develop the ability to form and keep social relations and I was an antisocial person to begin with. I'm not saying I have trouble making nice with people, but genuine, lasting friendship is a big challenge, and not something I'd count on from anyone. I've really struggled to get halfway towards what most people consider as natural as breathing. I tried hanging around with people with the same problem, but quite frankly, the majority of them are ill-adjusted, dimwitted malcontents with whom I have even less relationship on a human level than anyone else. Physical isolation throws a wrench in any real attempts to unfsck my social dynamic. I've got physical and mental self-image problems, a bad stammer, and radical viewpoints on just about everything. Most people assume I'm a stuck-up prick, and because I have an extremely caustic sense of humor, they have pretty good grounds to assume such, even though my problem is shyness more than anything. I've grown faintly certain that the people who matter to me in a sexual context (hey, I try to be realistic) think I'm gay. The fact that my humor tends to be faintly self-aspersing doesn't help, either. To top it all off, I'm almost entirely isolated from the rest of my social world, living many miles away from anyone I know well. So far, I've put my hopes in a fresh start in Seattle, but I know it's a pipe dream even if I manage to get anywhere there. Physical, spiritual, and mental isolation. But hey, I can sure pull a great yarn about squicking, can't I? -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 18 2004 12:17
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I'd argue with you, but I don't feel up to RPing if I'm going to have a strident, domineering idiot riding my ass the entire time. Congratulations: the signal to noise ratio just dropped by a factor of one. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 17 2004 22:38
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It's late 1921; the Red Army won't be an official outfit for half a year or more, and the Russians and Swedes have been on notoriously poor terms since the Crimean War (around the 1850s, where the Swedes wringed quite a bit of Finland out of Russian hands). They were on opposite sides of the Great War, to be sure. It's a little muddy, but it'll be all right. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 17 2004 17:57
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"Viva Florida! Viva Florida! Viva Florida!" The chanting had gotten out of hand. There was liable to be a 'riot', just like there had been yesterday -- the police cracking New Spanish heads for the fun of it, in other words. Now the day before, the day that the Southern Sunshine had gotten blown up, that was a riot. Turns out the Cajuns were at it again; they were awful fond of going out and cracking any Mexican heads they could find for revenge's sake. There was too much revenge for revenge's sake going on in Serendipity, which sat in one of the worst possible locations for a civilized city, at least in John's opinion: at the bend of the Mississipi and Red rivers. How the Russians got the idea to flee Quebec this far south was beyond him; perhaps they had heard of all the Germans in New England and all the Swedes in the midwest, and wanted no part of either. That left Serendipity with riots coming north from Florida, New Orleans, and occasionally Tejas, which had always resented being part of Mexico proper and was now further galled by being surrounded by Spanish land. Ever so often, you got a riot caused by 1907-vintage Russian reds, or a string of violent actions against anyone the Roundheads didn't find white enough. Every day, he thanked God that the Roundheads had been crushed by police in Louisville, even though they still held Cleveland and some of the southern seaboard. He looked out the window of the bar. He hadn't shaved since the bombing, and only briefly noticed the beginnings of a beard. "Viva Florida! Viva Florida!" There were, sure enough, plenty of blacks in evidence. The Floridans split off from New Spain with the Spanish conquest. The capital, Dos Reyes, was named for the battle there -- back when it was named St. Augustine -- which killed both Napoelon and the Spanish monarch. And then Florida had sent a filibuster north, which quickly claimed the swampy marsh of Georgia and soon swept as far north as Delaware, taking slaves back as freedmen as they went. A generation later, Florida surrendered itself to the Spanish crown, but the slaves stayed free. Many Serendipitans would have considered the number of rights the Floridans gave their rather large black population absurd and backwards; John was not inclined to think that way. "Florida! Florida!" The cry had been constant since the Spanish reorganization under the increasingly martial King Pedro, calling much territory which had been a stone's throw from independence Mexico and putting a colonial government in Oaxaca rather than Mexico City as the only compensation. The Floridans were enraged, naturally, and they wanted to get the New British enraged. "Florida! Florida!" Not this crowd, he realized with a flash, before diving under the bar. A year in Beringova had taught him that. Nothing taught the bartender, as his screams said. The grenade nearly caved in the front half of the bar, and it looked like it was about to cave real soon. He looked around -- a few people thrashing and screaming, a few not moving, a lot of people in less pain and more confusion. The Floridans were, sure enough, flying a yellow saltire on black with a red spiderish-looking seal in the center. "Florida! Florida! Florida!" The banner said that they were members of the Frente Caribe, a group of affiliated rebels who resented being called Mexicans. The rifle shots and explosions said they were playing for keeps, too. A large olive-skinned man with a rifle walked confidently into the bar. John Halsen stood up quickly. The man with the rifle didn't even turn to look at him; even Beringova experience had taught him that this person wouldn't have lasted two minutes in the War. The first shot killed the Floridan. That left him with nine shots and whatever was in the rifle. Screams and white flags flying over buildings, as well as scruffy-looking hispanics pouring out of buildings in bathrobes and pajamas -- it was early, after all -- some carrying clubs, some with knives, machetes, and other instruments of short-range destruction, and a couple with revolvers. A question went out -- from what French Halsen had learned from veterans, he could tell it was a question about the War -- and some hands shot up. They got rifles, which confirmed that. "Viva Florida! Viva el Frente! Viva Libertad!" John Halsen looked at the rifle he was holding, and collected his thoughts. He would die shooting unless Serendipity acted fast -- fat chance of that; there was an army of green but earnest rebels here, as liable to take half the city as anything before the police or intelligence agency could react with full force. He took a shot and scampered under a pile of debris left by the bomb before the rebels could fire back. Vigilantes could try and fight back, but they wouldn't get far; the core of the group had smuggled rifles north from Mexico. This time three toughs approached the building. He cursed silently. One of them probably had a pistol, and all of them looked as if they knew what they were doing. Halsen worked the bolt somewhat ineptly; fortunately, the look of experience was deceiving, as the toughs didn't notice him until he had popped the one with the bulge under his shoulder in the left cheek. He dropped his rifle and, quickly drawing his pistol, caught the other in the leg. The third tough ran like hell, having lost a leader and a comrade in arms and apparently feeling like easy meat himself. A voice from behind him boomed in Spanish; he got momentarily frightened, then he heard another booming voice from the rebel lines. There was a brief back and forth, and then it stopped abruptly with what sounded like curses. "So, Halsen, you feel up to being a sergeant with a decoration for valor at the Seine today?" "Do I have any choice?" The bartender chuckled with the grim tone that belied some minor but annoying injury, and behind the bar came the sound of shotgun shells clicking into a well-oiled but seldom-used chamber. Either he'd come out of this a hero for taking a hostage from the losing side or a corpse for taking one from the side that could overwhelm Pinky's. Either way, he felt somewhat luckier than he did when the entire mess started. And at least he didn't have to worry too much about paying the bills until later. (OOC: To clarify a few points: 1. John Halsen didn't serve in the war, and if he had, he'd have been on the wrong side; the 'war' was, by and large, a Schleiffen-esque bulldozer into France. Britain held in Paris for weeks, and was finally forced to surrender after the Russian military uprising that would end with the Russian civil war, still going strong today. Italy and Spain took Germany's side, and there was little consequence for Serendipity. Farther east, people are spitting mad about it, but here the majority of veterans fought in the south of France under the Spanish flag. Rumors abound about a plan to invade Serendipity, but the farthest that got was the red light district being shelled three times during the last weeks of the war. 2. The Floridan fighters are a large enough force that they're going to manage to take and barricade a good portion of the city before the army comes in, and will likely begin taking hostages if they can establish a route to Mexican soil across either river. 3. The Red River is what we would call the Arkansas River, which puts our adventure in what is basically the southern extreme of New Britain. (Generally, to the south is Mexico and to the north is Quebec, which is more or less Canada.) 'Florida' consists of much of the American southeast, up to the border somewhere within the Carolinas. 4. New Britain ends at the Rockies, and south of that is the American Republic, a little rump state created half a century ago, whose borders are indeterminate and whose status as an independent nation is even more so. Suffice to say that they don't particularly like or trust the NBers. 5. Contrary to previous statement, I don't think there's any particularly sane way for Germany to hold North American colonies at any divergence which would leave history anything resembling what we have now, so I'm going to effectively remove that. The backstory for the Russians is horrendous, and I've taken the liberty of changing it. History will usually tell you that the Soviet Union was not really a going concern in 1868. (Or 1921, for that matter; the term is only now beginning to catch on as Trotsky gains power. The other contenders for rule of the Reds -- who have won the war west of the Urals and consider the east only a matter of time -- prefer variants on 'Communist Russia'.) 6. The Kingz may or may not have any affiliation with the Roundheads, who are an unpleasant political party with mounting strength in the industrial areas of England and New Britain... and we shall certainly meet them later. They're also acting for the interests of the English, but whether the Kingz will want anything to do with their methods or their divisive nature is entirely up to the people in that outfit. 7. John Halsen is a journalist; the fact that he speaks no Spanish save by proxy of other romance languages is a dead giveaway to the fact that he's from farther north, as every native of Serendipity should know at least enough to swear in. He's not a member of any faction, although he most likely appreciates some's aims more than others, and this may change as time goes on. )) [ Tuesday, February 17, 2004 22:34: Message edited by: Full Frontal Nudity Custer ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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quote:Don't worry, I'll be here until dragged out kicking and screaming obscenities that would make alec blush.[/quote]Unless you know Yiddish real well, I have reason to doubt. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 16 2004 20:32
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Sideline events are best delivered as buckshot through a double-barreled shotgun: none and things get predictable and contradictory, and too few and any plot twists get obvious in a hurry. The best sort of plot twist, as a matter of fact, is the one you should have seen coming from the beginning, but couldn't due to everything else you saw coming at the beginning. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 16 2004 17:23
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I imagine they don't hate you for being correct, but rather for being a goddamn idiot. I know I do. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
