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No love for me? :')

My list goes like this:

1. Cannerus_The_Unbearable
2. Kid kyoto
3. MonsterRain
4. Halonachos
5. Puurplefood

BrookM wrote:Alpharius. So classy and ever present.

Also, Manfred for some reason, don't know why.

And Waaagh_Gonads, heh, nads.

Is that Daniel Craig as an Imperial for you avatar?

No, it's a regular old kraut from Dust Tactics.

BrookM wrote:No, it's a regular old kraut from Dust Tactics.

Oh, OK.

Good first line for a limerick if it wasn't so politically incorrect
That and not a lot rhymes with tactics
So maybe it ain't that good...


A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactics

but one must surely be made for Manchu's winner!

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Good first line for a limerick if it wasn't so politically incorrect
That and not a lot rhymes with tactics
So maybe it ain't that good...


A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactics

but one must surely be made for Manchu's winner!

It's workable.

A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactics,
Had some of the silliest antics.
He shot ducks as they flew,
With an MG42,
And often made inappropriate remarks in public?
...
...
...
Ah well, it was worth a shot.

Edit: Wait! I've figured it out!

A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactics,
Had some of the silliest antics.
He shot ducks as they flew,
With an MG42,
And thought that the British were spastics.

Nope, still not working.

Actually, I quite love limeys.

Would be so much easier if it was singular

A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactic(s)
Said, " Mein man boobs are medically lactic!
Ist gutt in ein war,
Though mein nipples are sore.
To produce milk that ist prophylactic."

The lucky one chosen can expect this standard of doggeral and much worst to celebrate the honour of best name on Dakka!

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Would be so much easier if it was singular

A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactic(s)
Said, " Mein man boobs are medically lactic!
Ist gutt in ein war,
Though mein nipples are sore.
To produce milk that ist prophylactic."

The lucky one chosen can expect this standard of doggeral and much worst to celebrate the honour of best name on Dakka!

Gloriously exalted.

It would appear that no matter what avatar I choose, controversy follows me like something on something.

No one mentioned me....... My name is clearly the most inventive here

Haxshizah carefully studied the expression on her former master's purpling features as the old archon impotently writhed in her venomous grip.

"Even now, as the toxins bleed searing pain throughout your withered veins, you still do not fear me?" Her question was rhetorical. The old archon's visage plainly did not betray any hint of fear; rather, there was a certain bitter satisfaction. "Ah, pedantic unto the uttermost I see? And what tedious lesson am I to learn from your death?"

She heard a petulant anger in her own voice, spiting her triumph and echoing long centuries of frustration. Her erstwhile mentor had never really taken her seriously. There had been the requisite rewards, of course: grandiloquent titles, supple and obedient slaves, treasure houses brimming with what passed for wealth among their debased people. But he had never taken a single precaution against this day, the day when the upstart Haxshizah would seize all that he had ever won.

No, he had not lifted so much as finger against her. She knew he had never been behind any of the assassination attempts, the poisonings, the long list of betrayals among her inner circle. Killing him had been insultingly easy so far. It enraged her, robbed her of her rightful delight in this masterful coup. And yet, perhaps now she might teach him a lesson even if it came fatally late.

He underestimated her iniative, Haxshizah thought and the thought calmed her somewhat. He had desperately underestimated her and as she slowly crushed his venerable windpipe with her needle-tipped fingers, impatient of the Agoniser's thousand and one exotic toxins, she felt fulfilled. She could both hear and feel the subtle snapping of cartilage, fine wraithbone augments, and Dark Muses knew what else within the rejuvenated flesh of his throat. Now she was truly the master. The sudden crook at the left corner of her mouth might have generously been called a smile.

Shockingly, her vile contentment was mirrored in the old archon's dying features and she instinctively loosened her deadly grip. What ultimate treachery did his amusement belie? What terrible trap had she sprung even as she closed her fingers around final victory? Strangely, this fear particularly thrilled her. Perhaps the master had cared, after all. Perhaps he had thought better of her ambitions and capability than she knew and now she might finally have earned his notorious wrath.

"What is it, you decepit fool?" she hissed. He was beyond speech, she knew. The Agoniser had utterly destroyed his mind by now. But, seeing the perverse light shining from his innermost core, Haxshizah the upstart finally understood. The barbarous mon'keigh, in their brutal oversimplification, might have perceived what they stupidly called "love." She knew better; her people were too far advanced for "love." She recognized the glint in his millennia-old eyes for what it was: malevolent pride.

"What is it?" she pleaded, her voice suddenly ragged and wavering. "What is it . . . master?" But she already knew. It was his last act of dominance over her, his last imperious lesson. Of course he had planned for this moment; indeed, he had engineered it. In an act that was decadently self-indulgent even for the Dark Eldar, he had intentionally left himself open to her treason to impart this crucial precept to her, his chosen successor. "I see it, master, I understand."

He exhaled and a hundred centuries and more of scheming and murdering and conquering was suddenly and absolutely over. Her mind opened like a blossoming black rose against the impossible, forever twilight horizon of Commorragh. The master taught her thusly: power, duplicity, all carefully contrived deceptions and feints -- these things count for nothing in the end. Before She Who Thirsts all are but one thing: a fragile breath.



Number One: The Fragile Breath

It's true that I dreamt up the story of Haxshizah's ascendance for this thread to explain the power of that username, The Fragile Breath. But my imagination, like Haxshizah's, opened up to these insights when I first noticed that user's handle. Meditating on those three simple words, I felt like I finally had some real understanding of the Dark Eldar. I had never before been particularly fascinated by the "bad space elves" or had any desire to collect, paint, and play a Dark Eldar army. And yet the name "The Fragile Breath" convinced me that the Dark Eldar are a deeply interesting faction. Imagine that: a simple username with the power to make someone want to invest in an army they never considered before. Of course, Phil Kelly and Jess Goodwin gave that embryonic desire some real plausibility with their respective contributions to rules and models. But it's the name and the concepts that it inspires that drives me to seriously consider such an expensive course of action. Who knows whether I'll get around to building a Dark Eldar army or what shape this Kabal or Cult or Coven "of the Fragile Breath" might ultimately take. But one thing is for sure: if I do start playing Dark Eldar it will have been that username that caused it. Now that's a powerful name -- and that's why "The Fragile Breath" is number one on my shortlist of coolest DakkaDakka usernames.

Well you definitely were right when you said none of us were even close to guessing it. You got all of that from three words?!? WTH.

Manchu, master of perception or crazed drunk?

In all honesty, that was a really nice bit of writing you did there Manch, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Indeed, a most interesting result.

Cool user name indeed

Have to say that I love the name "Flashman" - combines the thought of Lord Flashheart and Flash Gordon charging to the rescue

SilverMK2 wrote:Have to say that I love the name "Flashman" - combines the thought of Lord Flashheart and Flash Gordon charging to the rescue

Were it that I had come up with the name myself - tips hat at Thomas Hughes for creating the character and George MacDonald Fraser for making him fun

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Would be so much easier if it was singular

A regular old Kraut from Dust Tactic(s)
Said, " Mein man boobs are medically lactic!
Ist gutt in ein war,
Though mein nipples are sore.
To produce milk that ist prophylactic."

The lucky one chosen can expect this standard of doggeral and much worst to celebrate the honour of best name on Dakka!

I suppose I'll leave making limericks to the masters

Ayethankyow!
Has taken years of dedication to poesy and gallons of wine poured in libation to the fair madens of Parnassus to get to this standard Trollpie.
What a waste of time and good vino!

Think Manchu's prose is much a much better and more approproate paeon for the "coolest name on dakka" than a limerick ever could be!
Good choice btw

I agree Manchu that DE were a silly unappealing race for a while there. Of course we had what, 12 years of non-story development for them for a while? The new codex injected some much needed life into their background. Hopefully you've read it too now.

They sent many a guard to their grave,
Or else snatched them away as a slave.
The Kabal of Fragile Breath
Strike like whispering death!
Duck for cover and hope for a save.

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:They sent many a guard to their grave,
Or else snatched them away as a slave.
The Kabal of Fragile Breath
Strike like whispering death!
Duck for cover and hope for a save.

Genius. I give thee a medal, dubbing you the poetry mod.

I think Chibi's current rank reflects his epic limmerick powers well...

It has backfired though
Was looking at someone's Dust Tactics blog on Dakka and all I could think of was milky man boobs

Well then...
That'll teach us...

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:

It has backfired though
Was looking at someone's Dust Tactics blog on Dakka and all I could think of was milky man boobs

The Fragile Breath, huh? That one IS cool....