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2012/09/10 04:41:23
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Bounding Assault Marine
Christchurch, New Zealand
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Yes, I have all the purple. No, you can't have any.
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Damn the haters, Full speed ahead!
The Steel Drakes  3500pts and counting! |
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2012/09/10 06:02:13
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Store's closed.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 10:02:02
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Growlin' Guntrukk Driver with Killacannon
Reading, England
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Pointy hair, takes a lot of hair spray.
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Bruins fan till the end.
Never assume anything, it will only make an ass of you and me. |
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2012/09/10 10:03:15
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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This was not foreseen! Quickly, initiate hyperspace fol...!
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 10:41:43
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Terrifying Doombull
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Suffer not the red eye express to live!
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2012/09/10 10:59:17
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I'm a Tech Priest.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 10:59:53
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Missionary On A Mission
Richmond Va
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I'm a schoolgirl.
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My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much
Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
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2012/09/10 11:01:55
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I am not a schoolgirl.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 11:11:38
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Missionary On A Mission
Richmond Va
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 you dont know that..... 
Anyway, I killed barney and made an outfit from his pelt.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/09/10 11:11:58
My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much
Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
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2012/09/10 11:23:54
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Why is my hair white?
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 11:41:31
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Missionary On A Mission
Richmond Va
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Why is my hair pruple?
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My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much
Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
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2012/09/10 11:42:56
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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You've got nerve, little girl.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/10 13:42:14
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Terrifying Doombull
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Ever had metal in you? Want some HARD METAL in you?
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2012/09/10 13:45:37
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Missionary On A Mission
Richmond Va
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You should see my virtual wife
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My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much
Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
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2012/09/10 13:46:45
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Wanna get some coffee after this?
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/11 01:51:02
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Daemonic Dreadnought
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It's a scarf, not a noose, SO STOP PULLING AT IT!!!!
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB |
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2012/09/11 02:03:41
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Its a mask, not a poster.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/11 04:23:22
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Bounding Assault Marine
Christchurch, New Zealand
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I can has the purple?
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Damn the haters, Full speed ahead!
The Steel Drakes 3500pts and counting! |
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2012/09/11 04:24:04
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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The Crimson Triangle.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/11 04:35:28
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Daemonic Dreadnought
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Oh I'm gonna get in trouble for this one but I'm drunk and therefore don't care at the moment...
"Does the carpet match the drapes?"
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB |
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2012/09/11 09:07:04
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Deathwing Terminator with Assault Cannon
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(Oh god, I think thats worth whatever the mods slap you with)
om nom nom nom
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DA 4000 points  W/L/D 6e 3/2/0
IG 1500 points  W/L/D 6e 0/2/0
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2012/09/11 11:36:10
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Missionary On A Mission
Richmond Va
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/09/11 11:37:06
My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much
Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
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2012/09/11 17:02:36
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Fireknife Shas'el
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Vidal Sassoon if the emperor had any hair left he would use it.
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8000 Dark Angels (No primaris)
10000 Lizardmen  (Fantasy I miss you)
3000 High Elves 
4000 Kel'shan Ta'u 
"He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which." -Douglas Adams |
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2012/09/11 18:20:18
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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The hooded-winged-skulls of DOOM!
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Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)
 H.B.M.C. wrote:Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
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2012/09/11 19:37:07
Subject: Re:what does my avatar say to you?
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Sinewy Scourge
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"I'm a psychopathic clown rayman!"
Don't know where that came lol, must be those hands.
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2012/09/11 20:16:36
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Bounding Assault Marine
Christchurch, New Zealand
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I don't know what im doing.
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Damn the haters, Full speed ahead!
The Steel Drakes 3500pts and counting! |
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2012/09/11 20:45:18
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Terrifying Doombull
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Well Kane is a nice man, if a bit unhinged at times
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2012/09/11 21:35:17
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Growlin' Guntrukk Driver with Killacannon
Reading, England
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I like red, it makes me look so much slimmer.
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Bruins fan till the end.
Never assume anything, it will only make an ass of you and me. |
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2012/09/11 22:45:29
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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"Drive her faster!"
"She'll fly apart!"
"FLY HER APART, THEN!"
(Internet cookie to whoever recognizes the movie)
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Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)
H.B.M.C. wrote:Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
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2012/09/11 22:53:44
Subject: what does my avatar say to you?
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Get this thing of me, NOW!
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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