Incoming Message Source: x-3.21,y-1.45, New York:relay:The Cruicible, Omicron Kappa BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, BONE FOR THE BONE GOD, FLESH FOR THE FIRES OF THE UNKNOWN ABYSS, TORN FROM THE CARCASS OF A HUMAN SACRIFICE.
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That was an attempt at humor. Ha Ha Ha.
Conversely, the Touched do not find this funny. Perhaps their humor is broken. What about yours? End of Message
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
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OOOOH....
oooh...
oh.
I get it. But.
I'm just saying.
Why put a poster depicting a nomad bio-tissue hammer over it?
It's counter productive.
I'm just saying.
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Sorry, miss Colister, the .. erhm, creative poster must have brought tha people thinking 'bout some nonsense thing. I must applaud yer skills in what I'd call Psyops. Being involved in this line of business myself I must say I enjoy seeing such an original approach.
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"If these "threats" use ships, they can be shot. If they can be shot, you can blow them up. Conclusion: they're NO threats. But if someone asks for my services and can't pay me afterwards i can
become a threat too..."
Brakelatabasaasta sat in his dumpster-home on Planet Manhattan, nibbling on a few moldy french-fries that he recovered from a nearby garbage bin, scanning over the Liberty-wide message (and all of it's attached replies) on his salvaged Neuralnet terminal.
Sticking another french-fry in his mouth, he began to type.
USER ID::Brakelatabasaasta SEND/REPLY::Secret-Agent-Orderman-Lady! [color=#FFCC00]SUBJECT::The threat-thing. [color=#FFCC00]ENCRYPTION COLOR::Hmm... [color=#33FF33]um...nah,not that one,how about... Ah! Here. ORANGE.
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Fish yeah! I know all about THE THREAT. I'm not sure what the blue-black flipdongle has to do with it, though, but you and I know that they're out there!
Scheming to take over the space-place with their alien ways. Seeding themselves in the Who-Mans. Speaking in their funny ways. Destroying everything we hold dear. Bringing about the end of the worlds!
TREE PEOPLE.
They've been scarce for far too long. These few weeks of peace in the [color=#FF9900]Ultra-Epic Mega-War with the Tree People have been no coincidence, as we both know. I know where they are, though. Back in Omi-Sig-Mega-Tau Eleventy-Eight, that's where, plotting their next move!
I'm glad there's someone else out there who acknowledges the true danger of the Treeple. FINALLY someone with some sense in their fishnoodle! Now, years ago, I was able to come up with an ingenious plan to fend off The Stones, who act as the Treeple's allies and scouts. That war was won, but at such a cost.
This time? I have no plans. All efforts to repel the Treeple have failed, and I'm not getting nearly as much support in this struggle as I was against The Stones. I need your help, Orderm'n. You've got the super-secret spy gear and high-tech laser-light-show-makers. You must lend me your power in this fight.
Otherwise, there will be nothing left to protect. Merely a galaxy of TREES.
Ooh, then again, there are others who could help! I don't know of you know them, but I've got these blue-squid-friends that I give cakes n' stuff to. They're pretty cool. And they've made some bad guys go away for me in the past. I'll try contacting them, and see if I can invite them all to the New York system!
***name (Brakelatabasaasta) help {requires}! Quickstop "Tree People" <destroy> ALL***
***[thinkreply] "privately"/"publicly" {{either}} (in-order-to) (meeting) name (Brakelatabasaasta) in {central_star_system}, "converse" on <matters of defense>, quickstop "foliage"***
***It is --thankful--,***
***:::FRIEND:::***
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Comm ID: Commander Korg, I.K.S. Gon'Shar
That thing you have pictured looks like someone's play toy! Toys are not threats in my book.
IF it is a Nomad, well, they are best seen grilled at the table.