Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow for twenty-three days to tour the United States. For those of you who can not count, that means that I'll be back on July 10th.
Please NPC me in all threads that I am involved in at the moment. I don't want for them to stagnate on the account of little old me...
"Fuckin' ratbag shit-cock bastard fuckin' retard aliens," spat the belligerent, hard-nose, front-line Admiral. "Pieces of shit ass garbage. Fuck 'em!"
Incalculable in his potential use of the undeleted expletive and colorful phrases tainted with the racially inclined inclinations of a life time, career military man, Admiral Terosk Cinneburg Wilkar studied the pathetic alien vessel from the bridge of his personal starship, an old, dated Star Destroyer.
The small ship, stricken though it was, listed dramatically to one side an apparent breach in its hull expelling a plume of atmospheric gases in to the void. By all signs life support was failing and indeed their engine core was nearing melt down.
"Nothing to see here," determined Wilkar of the puny conveyance. "Sink or swim, fuckers."
Turning to his helmsmen, disregarding the distrubition of command through his junior officers (all a bunch of ingrates and retards if you ask him), he said, "Plot a course somewhere else. I'm bored."
Then, almost as an after thought he added, "I need a fucking drink, assholes."
While I will admit we have been a hurricane magnet as of late, I resent the yankees statement (that only apply to the tourists during the winter months), and bad drivers (again, the tourists). We've got serious Southern pride, good beaches, and tons of amusement parks, plus shuttle launches, and so forth.
