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2012/11/15 10:53:40
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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 Tadashi wrote:Solar System Array activation deferred until after Asteroid Drop Operation completed. My hill.
...yeah, that'll work.
I use the asteroids as raw materials for golems. An army of them.
My hill.
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What I have
 ~4100
 ~1660
Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/11/15 10:54:38
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Solar System Array activated (the asteroid impact already dispersed the Shroud). My hill.
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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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2012/11/15 10:57:52
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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Golems can't be harmed by sunlight...I'm not sure if golems can be harmed, actually. Maybe with sledgehammers or something.
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What I have
~4100
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/11/15 11:03:11
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Uh, reflecting sunlight from space off a million mirrors would actually create a powerful 'solar laser', IIRC, the Solar System Array destroyed an entire Zeon fleet, blew open the main gate of the Solomon asteroid fortress, and knocked out the fortress' guns.
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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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2012/11/15 14:53:22
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant
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The Imperial Navy Strike cruiser comes up behind array and destroys it followed by orbitally bombarding the hill no hill
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 Fire Fire fixes everything |
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2012/11/15 15:46:19
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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^ So it's your space now.
His space.
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Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.
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2012/11/15 16:40:26
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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The remains of the golems fuse together, forming a new planet (and hill).
A gnat was the first to land on it. The gnat's hill.
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What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/11/15 17:01:32
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant
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The imperial Navy Virus bombs the new planet no more gnat. Viruses hill
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Fire Fire fixes everything |
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2012/11/15 17:43:32
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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Lexx comes by and lands on the hill, eating all of the nutriants and organic material, including the virus. Lexx's hill.
Oh, and for those who don't know what lexx is, its a organic warship the size of Manhatten, that packs a planet killing main weapon.
http://lexx.wikia.com/wiki/The_Lexx
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What I have
~4100
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/11/15 19:14:24
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lethal Lhamean
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Organic, eh? I use a virus on it. It slowly dies, then I come back and stand on
My hill.
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2012/11/15 20:42:24
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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By the time Lexx dies, you are so old that you are nothing but a brain in a jar. I pick you up and feed you to a cluster lizard. My Hill.
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What I have
~4100
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/11/15 20:55:52
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lethal Lhamean
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I take over the cluster lizard's mind, transform it into the ender-dragon and kill you, before taking the hill. My hill.
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2012/11/15 22:57:41
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant
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My imperial Navy Cruiser gets reinforced by full fleet of Imperial Navy extermantus fleet as well as 200 space marines chapters my heavily armed space
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Fire Fire fixes everything |
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2012/11/16 03:14:49
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Some of your chapters are tainted, infighting ensues. They destroy each other until none are left alive. I walk through the carnage and put any survivors out of their misery with a bullet to their brains. Then I hide on my hill
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2012/11/16 03:17:54
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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I melt the hill and reprocess it into a giant cake sculpture.
My cakehill.
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Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.
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2012/11/16 03:32:56
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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The cake is a lie. My hill
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/11/16 06:58:36
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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http://nooooooooooooooo.com/
I tip you over and watch you roll down the hill into a pit full of despair and the dreams of children.
My hill.
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Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.
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2012/11/16 09:32:16
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Neutron bombardment (again). My hill.
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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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2012/11/16 13:18:40
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Jimmy Neutron comes looking for you and boy is he pissed off. I sneak back up my hill while you get your thrashing. And I sell popcorn.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/11/16 13:22:09
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant
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I come and buy popcorn our hill
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Fire Fire fixes everything |
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2012/11/17 12:17:56
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lethal Lhamean
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The popcorn is blessed by nurgle. My hill.
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2012/11/17 23:12:36
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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Rejection by Nurgle. And ejection by you off of the hill.
My hill.
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Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.
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2012/11/19 05:39:05
Subject: King of the Hill
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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Tzeentch would like to have a word with you...
My Hill. For Tzeentch.
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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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2012/11/19 06:27:42
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Tzeentch makes you disappear.
My hill.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/11/19 07:15:17
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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I launch you out of a Mancannon into a giant funnel cake.
My hill.
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Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.
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2012/11/19 09:45:33
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I melt you down using radiation. My hill.
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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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2012/11/19 12:57:36
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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I mold the molten Decio into a Golem and send him up the hill to give you a spanking.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/11/19 13:07:34
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Nuclear Missiles launched. My hill.
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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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2012/11/19 13:59:45
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant
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I set up void shields around the hill WMD proof hill nobodies hill just a shielded hill i eat a sandwich
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Fire Fire fixes everything |
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2012/11/19 14:18:40
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I start dropping asteroids instead. My hill.
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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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