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Kikaimegami wrote...
And Tali keeps repeating to herself that if she ignores them, they'll go away.Blze001 wrote...
What Legion is thinking right now:
a) Processing this strange creator custom and trying to determine the proper responseBOOBIES!!!!
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Dark_Helmet wrote...
Hey I was the first one to get what your screen name means so I think I have some win in me.Kikaimegami wrote...
DINGDINGDINGDark_Helmet wrote...
I thought you were a 20's-30's female Legion lover.Kikaimegami wrote...
what is this i dont evenJust_mike wrote...
For some reason, I had the impression that Kikai was a middle-aged Japanese Businessman and father. I dunno why, but there it is.
EDIT: Not to say thats a bad thing to be. But its just so far off.
That's as specific as I get.
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.I accept that I could be wrong.
My heart... it hurts...RiptideX1090 wrote...
A small geth reconstruction team works it's way through the rubble, beams of light eminating from the illuminators built into their heads. The mechanical whirring of gears is all that pierces the haunted silence of the old apartment complex, choking dust and ash dance in the hollow wind, as the tireless workers continue to repair and clean the homes of their former masters.
A geth unit makes it's way down the hallway and into another room, and, opening the door, shines it's ghostly light into the shadows of the small structure. Scanning for damage, the unit's gaze comes to stop over the form of a small creator body. The geth makes it's way to what had once been a quarian child, her tiny frame now crushed under the heavy rubble that littered the small room.
Tenderly, the lone geth's hands worked over the rubble, gently removing the rocks and glass from the dead girl's body. Free of her stone prison, the geth tenderly pulls the small form into it's robotic arms, cradling the fragile remains in much the same way one would expect a mother would hold her newborn child. The geth reaches for her hand and gently touches it, as if hoping to wake her from her cold slumber. There is no response.
The geth makes it's way outside, down several roads and to a nearby field, where other workers can be seen carrying creator bodies, laying them out across the fields in rows that seem to stretch forever. With cautious care, the geth platform places the small child's corpse down next to a much older quarian, elongating the already considerable column of dead flesh.
Placing her hands on top of her chest, and straightening her feet, the geth unit's hardrive experiences a powerspike as it's operating system tries to disseminate the new data coursing through it's processor, the same data that always temporarily corrupts the geth operating system when a unit lays another body to rest. The glitch causes the geth to twitch it's neck, a faulty synapse that results in unexpected movement. The geth places it's hands over the girl's own, and in a ritual that has occured billions of times before, that will continue for billions more, the geth recites a passage from the Scroll of Ancestors.
Turning to leave, the glitch sends another synapse, this time to the geth's audio projector, the corruption in it's operating code forcing a single phrase out into the cold, dead world around it.
"We're sorry."
I would be!Just_mike wrote...
So in that picture, you're the Quarian in the white envirosuit?
oooo! Me next! Me next!Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
*sips drink*Gust4v wrote...
My heart... it hurts...RiptideX1090 wrote...
A small geth reconstruction team works it's way through the rubble, beams of light eminating from the illuminators built into their heads. The mechanical whirring of gears is all that pierces the haunted silence of the old apartment complex, choking dust and ash dance in the hollow wind, as the tireless workers continue to repair and clean the homes of their former masters.
A geth unit makes it's way down the hallway and into another room, and, opening the door, shines it's ghostly light into the shadows of the small structure. Scanning for damage, the unit's gaze comes to stop over the form of a small creator body. The geth makes it's way to what had once been a quarian child, her tiny frame now crushed under the heavy rubble that littered the small room.
Tenderly, the lone geth's hands worked over the rubble, gently removing the rocks and glass from the dead girl's body. Free of her stone prison, the geth tenderly pulls the small form into it's robotic arms, cradling the fragile remains in much the same way one would expect a mother would hold her newborn child. The geth reaches for her hand and gently touches it, as if hoping to wake her from her cold slumber. There is no response.
The geth makes it's way outside, down several roads and to a nearby field, where other workers can be seen carrying creator bodies, laying them out across the fields in rows that seem to stretch forever. With cautious care, the geth platform places the small child's corpse down next to a much older quarian, elongating the already considerable column of dead flesh.
Placing her hands on top of her chest, and straightening her feet, the geth unit's hardrive experiences a powerspike as it's operating system tries to disseminate the new data coursing through it's processor, the same data that always temporarily corrupts the geth operating system when a unit lays another body to rest. The glitch causes the geth to twitch it's neck, a faulty synapse that results in unexpected movement. The geth places it's hands over the girl's own, and in a ritual that has occured billions of times before, that will continue for billions more, the geth recites a passage from the Scroll of Ancestors.
Turning to leave, the glitch sends another synapse, this time to the geth's audio projector, the corruption in it's operating code forcing a single phrase out into the cold, dead world around it.
"We're sorry."
Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Dark_Helmet wrote...
Hey I was the first one to get what your screen name means so I think I have some win in me.Kikaimegami wrote...
DINGDINGDINGDark_Helmet wrote...
I thought you were a 20's-30's female Legion lover.Kikaimegami wrote...
what is this i dont evenJust_mike wrote...
For some reason, I had the impression that Kikai was a middle-aged Japanese Businessman and father. I dunno why, but there it is.
EDIT: Not to say thats a bad thing to be. But its just so far off.
That's as specific as I get.
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
does it occasionally belch fire?Dark_Helmet wrote...
*sips drink*
It would hurt mine but I had my heart surgically removed and replaced with an alchohol powered machine.
Dark_Helmet wrote...
*sips drink*Gust4v wrote...
My heart... it hurts...RiptideX1090 wrote...
A small geth reconstruction team works it's way through the rubble, beams of light eminating from the illuminators built into their heads. The mechanical whirring of gears is all that pierces the haunted silence of the old apartment complex, choking dust and ash dance in the hollow wind, as the tireless workers continue to repair and clean the homes of their former masters.
A geth unit makes it's way down the hallway and into another room, and, opening the door, shines it's ghostly light into the shadows of the small structure. Scanning for damage, the unit's gaze comes to stop over the form of a small creator body. The geth makes it's way to what had once been a quarian child, her tiny frame now crushed under the heavy rubble that littered the small room.
Tenderly, the lone geth's hands worked over the rubble, gently removing the rocks and glass from the dead girl's body. Free of her stone prison, the geth tenderly pulls the small form into it's robotic arms, cradling the fragile remains in much the same way one would expect a mother would hold her newborn child. The geth reaches for her hand and gently touches it, as if hoping to wake her from her cold slumber. There is no response.
The geth makes it's way outside, down several roads and to a nearby field, where other workers can be seen carrying creator bodies, laying them out across the fields in rows that seem to stretch forever. With cautious care, the geth platform places the small child's corpse down next to a much older quarian, elongating the already considerable column of dead flesh.
Placing her hands on top of her chest, and straightening her feet, the geth unit's hardrive experiences a powerspike as it's operating system tries to disseminate the new data coursing through it's processor, the same data that always temporarily corrupts the geth operating system when a unit lays another body to rest. The glitch causes the geth to twitch it's neck, a faulty synapse that results in unexpected movement. The geth places it's hands over the girl's own, and in a ritual that has occured billions of times before, that will continue for billions more, the geth recites a passage from the Scroll of Ancestors.
Turning to leave, the glitch sends another synapse, this time to the geth's audio projector, the corruption in it's operating code forcing a single phrase out into the cold, dead world around it.
"We're sorry."
It would hurt mine but I had my heart surgically removed and replaced with an alchohol powered machine.
20's*sips drink while sobbing*Just_mike wrote...
Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Dark_Helmet wrote...
Hey I was the first one to get what your screen name means so I think I have some win in me.Kikaimegami wrote...
DINGDINGDINGDark_Helmet wrote...
I thought you were a 20's-30's female Legion lover.Kikaimegami wrote...
what is this i dont evenJust_mike wrote...
For some reason, I had the impression that Kikai was a middle-aged Japanese Businessman and father. I dunno why, but there it is.
EDIT: Not to say thats a bad thing to be. But its just so far off.
That's as specific as I get.
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
You tend to drink your pina coladas and add it in your forum posts I noticed. Might have something to do with it.
BigKahuna25 wrote...
oooo! Me next! Me next!Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
Just_mike wrote...
BigKahuna25 wrote...
oooo! Me next! Me next!Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
A 275-pound, Samoan man.
i am disappoint.
feh!BigKahuna25 wrote...
Just_mike wrote...
BigKahuna25 wrote...
oooo! Me next! Me next!Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
A 275-pound, Samoan man.
Modifié par Dark_Helmet, 23 juin 2010 - 03:13 .
BigKahuna25 wrote...
Just_mike wrote...
BigKahuna25 wrote...
oooo! Me next! Me next!Dark_Helmet wrote...
40's?Just_mike wrote...
Helmet, you give me the impression of a New Orleans, Chain-smoking, con-man in his early 40's who is known for his white business suit.
You ask, there it is.
Really?
A 275-pound, Samoan man.
RiptideX1090 wrote...
fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/168/2/e/Forward_Thrusters_by_missfilby08.jpg
Not really Tali related, Garrus, but it mentions Tali in it.
AND ITS ****ING WIN.
) ((Nah, she's a nice person. It ended well. 
)
Lividity Jones wrote...
Gentlemen.
It's finished.
Chapter seven, the conclusion of Last Son, is up.
http://social.biowar...7003/blog/6081/
Read and please comment.
RiptideX1090 wrote...
Lividity Jones wrote...
Gentlemen.
It's finished.
Chapter seven, the conclusion of Last Son, is up.
http://social.biowar...7003/blog/6081/
Read and please comment.
Short.
Sweet.
To the point.
I respect that.
beau haut-parleur wrote...
i hav returned to test my theory that everyone scatters at the site of me on these forums!
Lividity Jones wrote...
RiptideX1090 wrote...
Lividity Jones wrote...
Gentlemen.
It's finished.
Chapter seven, the conclusion of Last Son, is up.
http://social.biowar...7003/blog/6081/
Read and please comment.
Short.
Sweet.
To the point.
I respect that.
Didn't feel the need to pretty it up very much.
He loves her.
It's a fact.
Retour en haut
