Lord_Shade is going to WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like the Battlestar Galactica has been pulled out of decommission to fight the Cyclons, so too are my Space Marines getting out of my case for a serious case of WARGAMES!
It's been awhile since I played, and I want to be ready when I face the Tau and the Tyranids. I'm coming up with new strategies, revising old ones, going through roster lists to pick the best units to fight each army... and I realized...
I'm not fully equipped to fight either.
You see, my army is balanced, but it has too much emphasis on anti-armour units. I need the ability to kill masses of infantry in a scything sweep of bolter fire and explosive shells, rending flesh and bone into an unidentifiable pink mass all over the battlefield...
Oh, it's Warhammer 40K. I haven't gone nuts yet. Just a game, that's all.
Does appeal to my megalomania, though. To command on a battlefield, where the lives of many peons can be either saved or snuffed with the snap of my fingers. Who wouldn't want that?
Back to being serious. I'm declaring war on the world. Going to redouble my efforts to search for a job. Going to choke HR departments with my resume until they beg to hire me. If they don't like it... well... I don't like being employed as a janitor, so tough cookies for them. Something's got to give, and its either them... or me.
(Yes, my laughter and my smile is growing more twisted by the second.)
Then it's poetry day! Monday, I finally get a few out. I'm trying a poem that points out the two things I hate the most about the nineties, and it blames Generation X. Sorry... caught in the crossfire. You'll see. It has a structure similar to 'The Cremation of Sam McGee'.
The others.... i'll give you a clip.
POEM 1: We can just sit here, we can talk about the weather. Or we can talk about the rain.
POEM 2: What will you do, when I say... f**k you... will you think of me then?
Those lines have been screaming to be added onto for years. Its time I did it.
Ok, now i'm off. It's time I started planning on how to conquer the world and how i'm going to grind my enemies (mostly my mental blocks) with my boot. Time to take a 'I will destroy all obstacles with extreme prejudice' attitude, because saying it any meeker won't pump me up as well.
What am I waiting for? Time to kick some ass!!!!!!!!!!!! RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like the Battlestar Galactica has been pulled out of decommission to fight the Cyclons, so too are my Space Marines getting out of my case for a serious case of WARGAMES!
It's been awhile since I played, and I want to be ready when I face the Tau and the Tyranids. I'm coming up with new strategies, revising old ones, going through roster lists to pick the best units to fight each army... and I realized...
I'm not fully equipped to fight either.
You see, my army is balanced, but it has too much emphasis on anti-armour units. I need the ability to kill masses of infantry in a scything sweep of bolter fire and explosive shells, rending flesh and bone into an unidentifiable pink mass all over the battlefield...
Oh, it's Warhammer 40K. I haven't gone nuts yet. Just a game, that's all.
Does appeal to my megalomania, though. To command on a battlefield, where the lives of many peons can be either saved or snuffed with the snap of my fingers. Who wouldn't want that?
Back to being serious. I'm declaring war on the world. Going to redouble my efforts to search for a job. Going to choke HR departments with my resume until they beg to hire me. If they don't like it... well... I don't like being employed as a janitor, so tough cookies for them. Something's got to give, and its either them... or me.
(Yes, my laughter and my smile is growing more twisted by the second.)
Then it's poetry day! Monday, I finally get a few out. I'm trying a poem that points out the two things I hate the most about the nineties, and it blames Generation X. Sorry... caught in the crossfire. You'll see. It has a structure similar to 'The Cremation of Sam McGee'.
The others.... i'll give you a clip.
POEM 1: We can just sit here, we can talk about the weather. Or we can talk about the rain.
POEM 2: What will you do, when I say... f**k you... will you think of me then?
Those lines have been screaming to be added onto for years. Its time I did it.
Ok, now i'm off. It's time I started planning on how to conquer the world and how i'm going to grind my enemies (mostly my mental blocks) with my boot. Time to take a 'I will destroy all obstacles with extreme prejudice' attitude, because saying it any meeker won't pump me up as well.
What am I waiting for? Time to kick some ass!!!!!!!!!!!! RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
talk about the weather. Or we can talk about
the rain.
i really liked these lines...
any how i was curious if you have seen the anime outlaw star?
caus ewhen i read your blog i totally get a gene starwind next episode narration in my head...
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Love its theme song. Got halfway through it with the anime club until they moved onto "She The Ultimate Weapon"