Posts by White The Knight

    moniters... moniters... I belive I had one of those once. Anyways keep it coming, let us see all you freaks hehe Mustang - your not fooling anybody by putting somebody elses head there. Edited by - White The Knight on 8/16/2004 10:24:57 AM

    I´ve got MC2 here in a rar file and guess what, it works. After completing lots of mech related games I played them all over with Vulture. I´ve got no ide on witch mech is ´Phere and witch one is Clan (tho vulture is supposed to be clan). Simply put I like mechs not for their stats (then I´d go for Mad Kitten 2), but for their looks and I like Vulture most and Atlas the least. I mean that looks disgusting. Altho equipping one with only light pulse lasers and machine guns is devilish.

    Ohhh, the bloody snow. It kinda wierd thinking that some of you have seen it like ten times in their lives. I hate this white ´thing´ that get everywhere! In winter we have like 1,5 meters of snow every year and its so damn annoying! And there I was thinking that this topic is about the sweet sweet drugs, no it had to be the most evil thing on the planet during winter. I´d kill that mate who invented snow, twice. btw I´m buying a cheap used flamethrower.

    OOC: Am I supposed to write something out of character here? Two figures were sitting in an almost empty bar on New London. One of them was a female probably in her early twenties, she wore a captain uniform, but not the one any of the four great houses were using. On that uniform there was a nametag that read: „Cpt. A DeSilva“. It was apparent that she had been using this uniform for quite some time as it was heavily damaged and even ripped at some parts. Her long, flowing, dark hair was hanging loose and a gentle breeze slowly, lazily moved them over her face. Face that was incredibly beautiful, yet firm and tough. On a closer inspection one would see that she has suffered much, but also gained a lot. She manages to stay unbroken by even the cruelest storms that have ever seen on the Sirius sector. Upon even closer inspection one would discover that one of her eyes isn’t as emerald green as the other one. The other figure was a male who looked in his late twenties, but who was sitting like he was eighty years old. The man had a straight nose and a strong chin line. His mouth was dry and his entire face that wasn’t covered by hair was instead covered with a thin sand layer. Anybody passing by him in five meters could smell the strong scent of cinnamon that he had on him. Also one could see a thin stripe of white hair on his forehead. Some call gray hair a sign of wisdom, some call it a sign of old age and some even call it a sign of contact with a highly radioactive substance. His eyes were behind a pair of small dark shades he had on, but the light from his indigo blue eyes was penetrating the darkened glass. Those eyes with those sunglasses makes a person feel like watching into a huge pit, a hole without end and in the middle of that hole there is a sun that is about to burst to flames. „Someone once said that a man without fear, is a man without hope. I say, man without fear is a man without death. Someone who can live forever in the memories in his comrades. I once knew a man like that and I sure as hell won’t ever forget him. His name isn’t important, his actions are. Actions that saved many soldiers from certain death, actions that pulverized entire armadas of enemies, actions that were guided strictly by honor and love. Now that man is gone – killed by one of his own guides. Somebody else takes his place now. Somebody who is ruthless and cold, destructive and evil, but still somebody who is following his only loyal guide – honor. When once people were honored to meet him, then now they shake in fear before him. Nature played a cruel trick on him as the only thing he lives by is denied to him.“ DeSilva quietly listened what O’Connor said. „I too once knew this man,“ she added „and I wish I could bring him back, but that is impossible. We cannot change what we have done in the past and it all influences our actions in the future. He’s memory is too great to be ruined by the cold human who now takes his place among us.“ Their eyes met over the shining metal desk they were sitting at. „He was but a fool, but so is his follower. They both deserve to die, one for the naive good-hearted actions and the other for the lack of them. <i>Cornutus et hirsitus </i>.“ „I too wish that the cold-hearted follower would leave, but killing him would be killing the good man.“ They now held each others hands. „The good man is already dead, killed by the one who follows him. Slowly, silently, but efficiently.“ O’Connor stared down, behind himself. Like he was looking into a distant memory, a past that didn’t belong to him. „It’s impossible, one cannot exist without the other.“ „Again you are talking about impossibilities, you yourself were the one who reminded the good guy that everything is possible.“ Now he was smiling gently. DeSilva ignored his comment among his smile. „Wasn’t his follower afraid of losing himself during the elimination of his creator, its mentor?“ O’Connor looked deeply into those green glittering gems that had made him happy so many times in the past, but they stayed cold and distant and maybe this is for the best he thought. „The saying goes both ways, my dear. He lost his hope and thus he lost his fear. And thus he still lives, being died over and over again on numerous occasions.“ Silence fell across the entire bar as the figures stopped whispering. Few more moments of peace before they ere officially on the different sides. They held hands hoping that the moment that was bound to happen would never get there. They waited and waited until O’Connor broke the almost holy aura of silence: „I made a promise, I pledged an oath that I’m going to protect. I cannot tell you the reasons, all I can tell you is that now we must depart and if fate draws good cards for us then we never have to see each other again. Au revoir, my love!“ He hastily kissed DeSilva and then he was gone. The memory of the sound that the bar door made when it closed was locked forever inside DeSilvas head as now she had nothing more to do than wait. O’Connor on he other hand knew exactly what he had to do, but first he needed to get back on that battleship and finish all the business he had to do there. “<i>Nec Deus intersit </i>” he mumbled quietly into the cold night of the planet. Later when DeSilva was walking towards her shuttle she kept thinking about things like how could one man just be wiling to die because of some oath, because that’s what O’Connor did. He was one of two captains that didn’t join the rebellion. The odds are two against two hundred. And why the hell did he smell like a cinnamon factory? Then again he was covered in sand and was wearing a robe. In the middle of the winter. There were definitely things that should never be answered. White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!)

    &quot;incomprehensable&quot; ? Translation anybody? I can hardly pronounce it. Anyways I might come back here as I have like 5 or 6 different story arcs in my mind with couple of suprises, but I accidentally blew up my computer... again... so I´ll be kinda using pen and paper for a while. (but if I be happening near any intranet capable computer I be sure to check out the story) &quot;And Thou shalt not oblivirate thy universe... nor my ship!&quot;

    As I am reading this on the laptop that has a monitor that is totally back and play SWG on a computer that has no RAM. I found lots of quite wierd facts. So what I´m trying to say is that, keep my character alive and don´t blow up the wole sector when saving the world. White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!)

    yayaya... just found the sig remove button checkbox thingy. Why didn´t anybody tell me about it? Anyways I totally discard Stingys post cuz I don´t bother readin bigger posts than my own (and I wouldn´t prolly understand it either) Now can anyone tell me waht year is the thing happening? What year was the original FL going on?

    <font size=1 face="trebuchet ms"><BLOCKQUOTE><hr size=1 noshade>Knight, it´s sw not SW. And HE is a SHE. *Ducks flying debries from sw as the hit Knight*[quote - Nickless Hell´s I´m supposed to know that? and why not SW (I like typin´ caps lettrs and theres nothin´ ye can do to stop meh) <hr size=1 noshade></BLOCKQUOTE></font><font face=´trebuchet ms, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica´ size=2> White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!)

    Commie (I just call you that ok?) - If ur reffering to me then you should know that I am playing that wiht a 56k modem also and I have fps of 29 (no laggin yet wiht that slow) and ping about 93 in most of the times. I agree that the bigger citys are a problem to me, but thats cuz I have extra ammount of RAM missing (try playin anything wiht 128m these days) Why are you all critisising the thing anyway? better go and protest in fron of the SOE HQ so we, the onse playing could play cheaper <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!)

    The mods here have always been a little wierd to me... I mean it Off Topic! WTF could be worth* loking in Off Topic? certanly not threads that go Off Topic! Why? Because this is the only place the threads can go Off Topic, its meant to be Off Topic. I remeber once a mod locked a thread cuz some1 dug it up - why? WHY THE HELL DO YOU LOCK A THREAD IF OFF-TOPIC?!?! (* politics and such are a good reason) Ps. Where can I check when I become a memmer? Pss. Don´t you feel good ranting about things? Psss. Too bad, I crtanly do White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!) Edited by - White The Knight on 4/26/2004 9:17:03 AM

    Kngiht: Yea, I´m form SA, an I´ll tell ya... What wherer did the fire come from? Hey! ou that hurts! WTF... Yo devil! Devil: Yo, wanna smoke some weed, dude? Knight: Nah, I accidentaly stopped by, you nmight wanna check ur heat levels I could fry in here. Devil: That was the point, btw dude, ur gonna die an agonising death. Knight: What like rihgt now? I gotta meetin to go to Devil: Sry, dude, rules are the rules. Kngiht: Rules suxxor, I hate dieing again like this.. lets get started ok. Devil: No wait, you aren´t the mailsender Knight: No, I´m not, can I go now? devil: nah, I´m bored, you fry anyway. Well thanks a lot, guys... White. ---------------------------------------- <img src=´http://www.hot.ee/alpha003/gwrender-001-lrg(sml)1.JPG ´> REMBER ME, BECAUSE I *WILL* REMEBER YOU! (some ***** took my nickname!!!)