No, other way around. I posted that shot and then it started. Nice advertising.Collider wrote...
We did have a discussion earlier about fantasy versions of Mass Effect characters, right? Was this inspired by that conversation?
The Official Migrant Fleet of Tali'Zorah Fans 2.0
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#14501
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Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:01
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#14502
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:02
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where is this from?! cause its pretty dang cool
Except for that ^disney logo
Except for that ^disney logo
Modifié par Daginu, 07 août 2010 - 09:03 .
#14504
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:05
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RobotNixon wrote...
Are you trying to pervert Legos?
Is nothing sacred?
What? No, I didn't mean it like that.
#14505
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:06
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Someone With Mass wrote...
RobotNixon wrote...
Are you trying to pervert Legos?
Is nothing sacred?
What? No, I didn't mean it like that.
So I was the one on the perverse train of thought...
Not surprising in the slightest.
#14506
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:11
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I'm just gonna go with the whole thing being poorly explained.Phil725 wrote...
Collider wrote...
*snip*
Maybe it was the Quarians themselves who had regulations against AI?
Possibly, I'm gonna have to get to the bottom of this
#14507
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:13
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its not suprising no one is talkative at 4 am....
just cause
just cause
#14509
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:14
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DarkwanderStorm wrote...
-peeks in-
Hello friend, we were just about to post sentries and bunker down for the next couple of hours.
#14510
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Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:15
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Find a topic and I'll discuss.Daginu wrote...
its not suprising no one is talkative at 4 am....
just cause
#14511
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:15
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RobotNixon wrote...
DarkwanderStorm wrote...
-peeks in-
Hello friend, we were just about to post sentries and bunker down for the next couple of hours.
sssshhhhh dont tell him about the ryncol!
#14512
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:16
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Daginu wrote...
sssshhhhh dont tell him about the ryncol!
You and I are on two different frequencies.
#14513
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:16
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Runescapeguy9 wrote...
Find a topic and I'll discuss.Daginu wrote...
its not suprising no one is talkative at 4 am....
just cause
In that picture Collider posted a couple of pages back, who was the artist?
#14515
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:19
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how different do you think there paralell of the 21st century was... or some thing..
#14517
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:27
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Good night all Keelah'Selai
Modifié par Daginu, 07 août 2010 - 09:28 .
#14518
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:29
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*groans* Hangover.........Hi Talithread...
#14520
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:33
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No more for me thank you.DarkwanderStorm wrote...
BOOZE !
I don't even remember that party....
I didn't wake up in my appartment.
#14521
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:41
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Something to accompany you guys before I went off for the night. Some 'D'aaaaw' to keep you all in good spirits 
*Repostan*
Journals
Frederick
J. Shepard loves to write. What he can't convey, or what he wanted to
express, he would jot it down in his private terminal. It was an old
journal, something he hasbeen carrying since he reached his teenage
years growing up in the colony of Mindoir. Within it, records were
stored revolvinig around the events, emotions, and responses he wasn't
keen on sharing. He wasn't fond of holo-journals nor automated recording
as he finds them inconvenient, embarassing, and lacking in freedom.
Thus, whenever spare time was given or after every single mission, he
would open his journal and write.
Ever since the events pass the
Omega 4 relay, Tali has been taking up residence within the Captain's
quarter--much to Shepard's request. Since then, she would caught Shepard
sneaking towardshis terminal at night and sit there speechless, smiling
to himself to whatever caught his attention. She tends to ignore this
for the first two weeks.
Curiosity, of course, got the better of her.
"Shepard,what
are you doing?" It was that one particular night that she decided to
ask the question upon noticing the pattern in his behavior. Startled,
Shepard attempted to quickly shut his journals off but soon finds
himself against the idea--he knows better not to mess with the quarian
engineer. Sighing in defeat, Shepard returns a smile.
"I'm just
looking back through old records, Tali. Want to join?" he invite,
gesturing with his hand towards his companion who lies under
the bed covers. A minute later, she is standing beside him with eyes focused on the screen before her.
"What is it?"
"Its
my journal; I have a habit of writing things down ever since I was a
colonists back in Mindoir. These were some of the old ones I managed to
salvage from the SR1."
Curiously, she leans closer towards the
screen. With her head now parallel from Shepard's, she began to read the
context provided before her. "Isn't this...?"
"Wrex's family armor?" he smile, turning his attention towards her. "It is."
"Wow, I never thought you're the type who would keep such records..."
"I
do so once in awhile. I'm not all gung-ho, shoot things up and leave it
to die all the time, you know!" He left a dry chuckle. "Want me to read
an entry?"
"Please."
"Entry number 286, Armstrong Nebula..."
---
Minutes
after minutes pass as Shepard began reading every entry he has written
in his journey. They were stories, echoes of a fairy tale that sounds
true. Garrus and the 'mad doctor', the Krogan armor, John and the giant
plant-thing (a title she finds humorous), and of course 'the gift', a
story about her pligrimage and the Geth data he presented to her. Then
there were stories of Saren, memories of Vermire, Ilos, and the final
flight of the Normandy SR1 before the entry cuts off to two years later.
The
recent entries were all but past memories for her, enveloped with
deeper emotions and liberty than what was written circling the SR1. Here
she listens as he read entries spanning from Freedom's Progress and
their first reunion, Archangel, the scientist,
prison ship
Purgatory, an old friend in Tuchanka, stories from Illium, Sidonis,
Haestrom and her rescue; even her trial! But then he stops.
---
The
next few pages of the entry is a blank slate, clean from any letters or
words that accompanied the two of them for the pass hour. Puzzled, she
ask his permission to search through the contents in hopes of finding
hidden entries carefully concealed using unknown programs. She found
none, much to her dismay, and figures to ask the man responsible
instead.
"Shepard, how come the entries were left empty after the
trial?" she ask, dropping a questioning look towards him from behind
her visor. "If you have something you wanted to hide from me, I'll find
it eventually."
A chuckle left Shepard's lips. "You can try
looking for it as much as you want, but you will find nothing. Thats
where are my story end, Tali."
"But why!? Your story doesn't end there, and there are still things left to be written!"
sighing
with laughter, Shepard took his arm and pulls her closer by the waist,
startling her, but is a welcomed gesture nonetheless. Then, he points to
his journal. "Tali, read the date of the last entry."
She does so, producing a grin in his face. "Now, remember what we talked about that day?"
"It
was about me being sick, the immune system and...and..." she pause, her
face burns as she remembers the conversation, the emotion, and the mood
that surrounds it. "Oh..."
Shepard smiles softly, tapping her shoulder for her attention. "The entries I've read are stories about me, Tali. The reason I stopped writing is not because I don't want to, but because I couldn't."
He pause, clearing his throat as he builds up confidence before finally giving his answer.
"It's about you; about us." A
smile generates around his face, causing the heart of the young quarian
to race faster and faster. "If you want me to continue, I want to write
it together. The blank slate were ours to fill, and we have a lot to catch up."
Wringing
her hands together, Tali's eyes shifted left and right, both flustered
and greatful to the attention he gave to her. Taking her hands in his,
he asks one more time. "Will you continue our story with me?"
As
the heat rises through her face, and the feel of his hand seeps pass
the her gloves, Tali held her breath and plays with his finger before
finally giving her answer.
"Yes, Shepard. I will."
-fin-
Keelah Se'lai, friends!
*Repostan*
Journals
Frederick
J. Shepard loves to write. What he can't convey, or what he wanted to
express, he would jot it down in his private terminal. It was an old
journal, something he hasbeen carrying since he reached his teenage
years growing up in the colony of Mindoir. Within it, records were
stored revolvinig around the events, emotions, and responses he wasn't
keen on sharing. He wasn't fond of holo-journals nor automated recording
as he finds them inconvenient, embarassing, and lacking in freedom.
Thus, whenever spare time was given or after every single mission, he
would open his journal and write.
Ever since the events pass the
Omega 4 relay, Tali has been taking up residence within the Captain's
quarter--much to Shepard's request. Since then, she would caught Shepard
sneaking towardshis terminal at night and sit there speechless, smiling
to himself to whatever caught his attention. She tends to ignore this
for the first two weeks.
Curiosity, of course, got the better of her.
"Shepard,what
are you doing?" It was that one particular night that she decided to
ask the question upon noticing the pattern in his behavior. Startled,
Shepard attempted to quickly shut his journals off but soon finds
himself against the idea--he knows better not to mess with the quarian
engineer. Sighing in defeat, Shepard returns a smile.
"I'm just
looking back through old records, Tali. Want to join?" he invite,
gesturing with his hand towards his companion who lies under
the bed covers. A minute later, she is standing beside him with eyes focused on the screen before her.
"What is it?"
"Its
my journal; I have a habit of writing things down ever since I was a
colonists back in Mindoir. These were some of the old ones I managed to
salvage from the SR1."
Curiously, she leans closer towards the
screen. With her head now parallel from Shepard's, she began to read the
context provided before her. "Isn't this...?"
"Wrex's family armor?" he smile, turning his attention towards her. "It is."
"Wow, I never thought you're the type who would keep such records..."
"I
do so once in awhile. I'm not all gung-ho, shoot things up and leave it
to die all the time, you know!" He left a dry chuckle. "Want me to read
an entry?"
"Please."
"Entry number 286, Armstrong Nebula..."
---
Minutes
after minutes pass as Shepard began reading every entry he has written
in his journey. They were stories, echoes of a fairy tale that sounds
true. Garrus and the 'mad doctor', the Krogan armor, John and the giant
plant-thing (a title she finds humorous), and of course 'the gift', a
story about her pligrimage and the Geth data he presented to her. Then
there were stories of Saren, memories of Vermire, Ilos, and the final
flight of the Normandy SR1 before the entry cuts off to two years later.
The
recent entries were all but past memories for her, enveloped with
deeper emotions and liberty than what was written circling the SR1. Here
she listens as he read entries spanning from Freedom's Progress and
their first reunion, Archangel, the scientist,
prison ship
Purgatory, an old friend in Tuchanka, stories from Illium, Sidonis,
Haestrom and her rescue; even her trial! But then he stops.
---
The
next few pages of the entry is a blank slate, clean from any letters or
words that accompanied the two of them for the pass hour. Puzzled, she
ask his permission to search through the contents in hopes of finding
hidden entries carefully concealed using unknown programs. She found
none, much to her dismay, and figures to ask the man responsible
instead.
"Shepard, how come the entries were left empty after the
trial?" she ask, dropping a questioning look towards him from behind
her visor. "If you have something you wanted to hide from me, I'll find
it eventually."
A chuckle left Shepard's lips. "You can try
looking for it as much as you want, but you will find nothing. Thats
where are my story end, Tali."
"But why!? Your story doesn't end there, and there are still things left to be written!"
sighing
with laughter, Shepard took his arm and pulls her closer by the waist,
startling her, but is a welcomed gesture nonetheless. Then, he points to
his journal. "Tali, read the date of the last entry."
She does so, producing a grin in his face. "Now, remember what we talked about that day?"
"It
was about me being sick, the immune system and...and..." she pause, her
face burns as she remembers the conversation, the emotion, and the mood
that surrounds it. "Oh..."
Shepard smiles softly, tapping her shoulder for her attention. "The entries I've read are stories about me, Tali. The reason I stopped writing is not because I don't want to, but because I couldn't."
He pause, clearing his throat as he builds up confidence before finally giving his answer.
"It's about you; about us." A
smile generates around his face, causing the heart of the young quarian
to race faster and faster. "If you want me to continue, I want to write
it together. The blank slate were ours to fill, and we have a lot to catch up."
Wringing
her hands together, Tali's eyes shifted left and right, both flustered
and greatful to the attention he gave to her. Taking her hands in his,
he asks one more time. "Will you continue our story with me?"
As
the heat rises through her face, and the feel of his hand seeps pass
the her gloves, Tali held her breath and plays with his finger before
finally giving her answer.
"Yes, Shepard. I will."
-fin-
Keelah Se'lai, friends!
#14522
Posté 07 août 2010 - 09:43
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Need to sleep off hangover... bye till later.
#14524
Posté 07 août 2010 - 10:05
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What is she doing here? (Besides being cute)Phil725 wrote...
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Posté 07 août 2010 - 10:06
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Watching Shepard punch the reporter.PseudoEthnic wrote...
What is she doing here? (Besides being cute)Phil725 wrote...
