Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
soz i'm posting here again, but i was wondering why i wasn't accepted. any particular reasons??
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Might I suggest all applications and questions be sent by PM? would make the thread cleaner.
And I was wondering guys if you wanted a recruit poster:)
I probably could manage one easily ^^
' Wrote:Might I suggest all applications and questions be sent by PM? would make the thread cleaner.
And I was wondering guys if you wanted a recruit poster:)
I probably could manage one easily ^^
Go for it, Xing.:)
And yes, send PMs to myself just now, since Koolmo and Axe have limited connectivity, so any time they get online should really be spent in game ordering us around instead of boring paperowrk.:P
Message route: Cape Verde Station via Grand Canaria via Arranmore via Kensington via Sheffield via Alcatraz via ...Trace lost
To: SCRA Command
From: Alexi Karchov
The Revolution always needs new soldiers, and I humbly put forth my application. I have sent a letter directly to SCRA Command and hope to receive positive word. The atrocities of the Sirius elite and military regimes cannot continue.
I await your word. I will be making my way discreetly to Grand Canaria, you can contact me there.
A man appears on your viewscreen. You've seen him before on highly illegal recruitment broadcasts for some sort of revolutionary movement or other. He's one of Sirius' Most Wanted, that T.V show about scary criminals that haven't been caught. The one with the robotic arm and the uniform. Hades or something, he was called. All you know is that he's probably a terrorist with links to pirates. After all, he does look Hispanic. Probably one of those whassnames... Outcasts? Maybe it was Corsairs? Hell, maybe he's a Zoner...
He begins to speak.
"Comrades, my brothers and sisters..."
He stops, to let the sense of unity he is trying to impart sink in.
"...a storm is coming. For too long have we settled down, wishing for change, but feeling too impotent to put it into motion."
He lowers his head, giving his next statement some thought.
"I was like you. I believed I could make a difference in the political arena, convincing my Corsair, yes, Corsair brethren that a Revolution was needed."
His tone of voice implies a capital letter at the start of 'revolution', of course.
"I was wrong. The people in charge have them chained, living lives of capitalist crime. 'Of course, they're Corsairs', I hear you say... but it is the same everywhere in Sirius. We plan on changing this."
He raises his head again, a confident look upon his face now.
"I've given up on pandering to the political smalltalk of the elites on Crete. My mother always says, 'Revolution begins at home!' and she's right. Sirius needs a Revolution in every home, just like back on Earth! The people need to rise! You need to rise, my brothers and sisters!"
The camera zooms into his eyes.
"Are you up to the challenge?"
He salutes the screen, and it fades to red, a large star with a golden hammer and sickle emblazoned upon it.
An ancient quotation scrolls along the screen, accompanied by ominous but inspiring music.
"Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution.
The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains or dignity. They have a world to win.
*a fuzzy video comm appears, showing an grey old lady*
Last night, i saw a revolution in my dreams, giant red flags, with bright yellow stars, were weaving everywhere. I vision so vivid, that even from my dreams i can't deny it any longer. The coalition will prevail and by my wisdom I must join you. I offer you my divine gift of foresight, my consultation of stars and cards and last but not least my piloting skills, that over a decades have sharpend.
Comrades the time is upon us, to unleash the revolution!
The Oracle
Donate to the Poor Pilot's Fundation via Sirius Bank /givecash GreenHawk 1000000 now, and support poor pilots sirius wide!
Skype: jure.grbec
My primary char: Jose El Nino - Corsair Elder captain of the SS Greenhawk
Currently Inactive due to pursuit of life long dreams, will be back...*edited* As promised am back.
This is Aereus Pestifer of the starship Gljivoliki. I've flown with Bjorn Thorvaldsson on many occassions and flew quite a few sortie with the big bear.
Currently stuck in Manhattan, hiding in a dust cloud. LSF arent a nice bunch.. Took my ship, took my money, took my everything, dumped me in a starflier and dumped me out of planet Manhattan...
Aereus out.
//OOC...
Thanks to my recent fallouts with windows, i lost my old account with my old char, so, i'm going on with the story in a different way a bit:D