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#201 plodder

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Posted 17 August 2014 - 01:26 PM

Truth uttered, like milk uddered, needs to come forth before the drinking.

Be in a vacuum, or squeezed expertly, it should always be sucked dry.

There once was a pilot named Puckit,
Who's motto was something like"shuck it,"
He'd go into the fray,
with his LBX to say
If my foes were not foes, they'd get lucky.

Edited by plodder, 17 August 2014 - 01:29 PM.


#202 990Dreams

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Posted 20 August 2014 - 07:55 AM

A small poem about a fictional weapon. Taken from my story DarkZone Zulu.

Death's touch is following you.

It has a name; it's TangoBlue

You can run, but you can't hide

It will find you. You will die.



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Posted 20 September 2014 - 11:55 AM

The sound of death whispers as the blue glances it's partial blow.
Death has a following, a song, a thrumming beat in the deadly Tango we have danced.
The archaic myths writhe as smoke on a battlefield, memorable and haughting.
My fears are not for the sharing, though your's will soon be apparent.
Reckless confidence has destroyed you.
Now I will possess the TangoBlue

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Posted 19 October 2014 - 09:32 PM

Trolling the backend of somewhere,
seeking neither solace nor comfort, our troll
found both, regardless of suspect desire, creed, and lack of credit.
As one of the dispossessed, fallen crest, bridges crossed, then burned, yes to be damned,but, to be blessed?
A Raven 3 L in a cache, in a cave, on a world of cattle, full of their s***, full of hay?
Lost or abandoned? From the "Lost Moon" (whatever that means) that means it is his, no matter the rules, or that is how that is seen.
Alone he ponders his lonely shell, lonely roads, his Raven 3L, this could never be to... LOOK at the possibilities!!!
No longer dispossessed, though disposed to keep the door closed, lonely, no smelling the roses, yet, consistent, better heart bent, then rent.

(Finish later. Tired.)
(ok, here we go, weeks later)

Heart held at mech bay, instead of the frayed play of an older man's fumblings, mumbling, eventually stumbling, into those you thought were your friends, others thought to be lovers, only a cover for their true thoughts, you bought with nice things, and nice wine.

Off world Is the goal, a paid favor, ash for flavor, and the ppc traded, to the friend turned traitor or at least, Sater, not to be trusted, busted! Caring more for cash in hand, than future dealings, or an interested business arrangement. Silver dollars paid, hell has paid it's rent, heart bent.


Edited by plodder, 29 October 2014 - 08:05 PM.


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Posted 19 October 2014 - 09:42 PM

Nice start plodder, nice to see you posting stuff again.

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Posted 29 October 2014 - 08:18 PM

View PostMech42Ace, on 19 October 2014 - 09:42 PM, said:

Nice start plodder, nice to see you posting stuff again.


Posted, a hole dug for placing an upright stickish thing in it for restraining others.

Posted, coasted, takin the time for the cloistered, partaking myself in the foistering of jambalaya ideas, added some oysters, bad idea, but it still worked.

Working the smirk, sideways flirt with the quirt, smacking the self same jerk scribbling on this wall, the gaul of that man!
This man.
A man.
Like you, and many others, brothers? If not for real, perhaps in pho truth?
peace!

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Posted 30 October 2014 - 05:11 PM

I'll have a go...5,7,5 - i think.

A Family Line Split
Rulers must unite or die
Mechs and guts mend all

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Posted 09 November 2014 - 07:45 PM

A month shy of 3 years and this thing is still going strong.

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Posted 10 November 2014 - 08:15 AM

An atlas is a natural brawler,
No mech could be cooler

Be careful when overheating,
For this surely means defeating,

Your name as a pilot is earned in blood
I'm talking to you bud.


View PostGaussDragon, on 09 November 2014 - 07:45 PM, said:

A month shy of 3 years and this thing is still going strong.


Happy three year anniversary! :P

#210 plodder

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Posted 12 November 2014 - 07:58 PM

Listen to Focus

Complete actions to explain

Speak when all else fails

Edited by plodder, 13 November 2014 - 06:51 PM.


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Posted 01 December 2014 - 10:40 PM

A bad match, using a new Mech, Hellbringer, not a singer could be a hum dinger, big hit boxes, but what the heck. New weapons tried, not my usual load,I was not ply or fly. Just walk on a new road.
Fella says I need piloting skills, need work on that.
Wow, thanks a bunch, a bad match, otherwise, I'd eat your lunch.
though look at my name, no fame, just average to plain, plodding on and on as I do.
Not or ever be elite, a pretty boy like you

Edited by plodder, 01 December 2014 - 10:41 PM.


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Posted 02 December 2014 - 08:01 PM

I wrote this for my old Unit just prior to the Wave I release. It's not necessarily canonical, so please enjoy without getting too hung up on the finer details. :)

The sun dawned red with brightest light
As it swept o’er the mountain height
Revealing vales and meadows lush
With fauna and flora flush

Then down the slopes to the sparkling pools
Where it flashed sapphire like the brightest of jewels
A scene so picturesque and still
Rarely evidenced is such idyll

When the morning stillness was broken by
The sound of metal crashing through
The trees and meadows as man came nigh
To battle and bleed and despoil such view

The mists were just rising from the waters
As from the trees they emerged,
And formed a ragged battle line
To repel invading Rotters

Twelve Men strong they stood down by the water’s edge
And faced the offending bank
Ready to fight, loth to withdraw
Willing each to die in his walking tank

The silence resettled, its loudness profound
As no sign of the enemy could be seen
When suddenly resumed the crashing sound,
And the villains appeared upon the sward so green

Each side regarded the other
As they waited for the order to fight
As the silence resumed the defenders remembered
The events which led to this sight

The Clans were in orbit, ready to invade
While down below defense preparations were made
But Honor demanded tradition be followed
Never could it be ignored when it was so hallowed

And so, they contacted the defenders
And offered an exchange of information
To best balance the opposing forces
And limit the damage done in the contention

The Defenders called for volunteers to fight,
But none stepped forward to combat an enemy so fierce
Until Chief Thunder cried,
“We will, my Warriors and I!”

“Eleven Men are at my back
To repel the Clanners and make them pack!
Send us to fight; we are unafraid,
And will stand to the last crimson blade!”

“So be it!” replied the Commander,
“You fight at dawn
O’er on the eastward slope
Is where the battle lines will be drawn”

The Chief then called for volunteers
To fill the Company he would steer
“Who here stands with me?” He called aloud
“To do our people Proud?”

“Say I!” called the one named Ogre
“Never have I turned from battle!”
“I too!” shouted Rumble,
“My Hunchback shall make them tremble!”

“And I!” proclaimed Nightmare,
“They stand not a chance,
To fight Jin-Roh is to court death
We shall spit them like a lance!”

“Count me in!”
Called out Ayridynn
“I too shall stand” said BerserX,
“And turn back the thundering herd!”

Others volunteered, one by one
Until at last Chief’s Brigade was done
“To your Mechs!” he cried
“And let us turn back the Clanner Tide!”

Through the pre-dawn dark, they marched
Until the eastward slope was attained
Then along the brook they stretched,
Straining their eyes through the dark, the enemy to glimpse

Startled from their reverie
They listened as they heard Chief speak,
“Greetings foe! Pardon if no welcome I offer you,
For we will make you this ground rue!”

“Come at thee!” Cried the Khan,
“Spare not one!”
The Clanners charged, sunlight gleaming
From their BattleMechs as they waded through the water streaming

“Have at them!” Called out the Chief
As he too goaded his machine into the flood
The two lines met in a flowing mass
As leaking fluids turned the waters red like blood

Down descended Thor and Loki,
Gods of Thunder and Mischief
As their mechanical namesakes
Wreaked havoc along Jin-Roh’s lines

Forth strode the Dire Wolf,
As through the Wolf Brigade
It sowed destruction
Its fury refusing to fade

Others too battered the Wolves
As they rallied in the mountain brook
Around their Chief like soldiers by their flag
To stand their ground to the very last

Lightning flashed from arms of steel
As through the air shrieked metal shrill
The Gauss slug flew as missiles pealed
And through armor lasers drilled

Smoke poured from wounds running deep
As coolant splashed into the water
Like tears from giants that weep
And cannot be comforted

The battle raged as Mechs did fall,
Plunging through the water’s funeral pall
Fires raged along the banks and through the trees
Where once was felt naught but the merest breeze

The sun was blotted out by the rising haze
As both groups fought on in a battle-daze
Champions arose on both sides
Only to fall again into the flowing tides

To the right stood Ogre, in his Banshee frightening
Holding the line against the god of thunder and lightning
With Mischief flanking his side
He knew he could not the onslaught abide

In a desperate act, he closed the distance
Firing blasts to cover his charge
Until he reached his foes
Then he seized each one with a hand

“If I go down, so too shall you!” He declared,
As he started the Mech’s self-destruct
Too late he saw the Adder rear its ugly head
To fire at Ogre’s cockpit

Even as the PPCs flew,
The Banshee self-destructed
Ripping apart Thor and Loki
Across the ground their parts it strew

The Adder was swallowed alive in flame
The fires of Ogre’s sacrifice
The pilot baked within his Mech
Could not escape

Three down, seven to go
Raged the battle so
To the left stood Rumble
In a Hunchback jumble

He faced a Timber Wolf,
A BattleMech fierce and feared
His autocannon fired as fast as it could
But the task was like a lion to beard

When through the swirling tide
Stood Ayridynn by his side
And together they battled the foe
Until down at last all three would go

BerserX was swarmed early at the onset
His Orion forced to the ground
While lying prone he continued to struggle
Making the Clans pay dearly for his flesh’s pound

At last, few indeed were left erect
As both sides shattered each other
Both were down to their last two
And knew that there could only be one Victor

Grimly fought on Chief Thunder
With Nightmare by his side
Faced by the Dire Wolf
And a fearsome Kodiak

Battered was the Chief’s BattleMaster
As he rallied to make one last effort
When through the comms he heard Nightmare
“Et venient luporum loquere!”

And as he watched, he saw the Nightmare stride forth
His own BattleMaster wracked with ruin
To close with the enemy Kodiak and Daishi
And single-handedly slay the Bruin

As Nightmare closed with the two,
The Kodiak raised its claws to strike,
But faster was the Nightmare’s thrust
As he drove his cannon through the Great Bear’s ravaged hide

With his gun in its chest, Nightmare fired
Refusing to cease until his finger tired
When at last the great bear fell
It’s fate quite easy to tell

Last now stood the Dire Wolf
Daishi to the Inner Sphere
“Great Death” it towered
Before the weary Wolves

Chief tried to move forward but his hip was ruined
From a Stormcrow’s Autocannon
Helpless he could only watch
As the Daishi shifted aim

He triggered a shot, his last
For his ammunition had run dry
Then he speared the fearsome Mech with his Lasers
Knowing it would not be enough to stop the killing round

He closed his eyes and held his breath
Knowing it would be his last
When the tortured sound of metallic death
Rang out like a shotgun’s blast

His eyes blazed open upon a sight
For there before him was the Nightmare’s Mech
Shielding him from the Clanner’s Bite
With his own machine’s battered wreck

And slowly, so slowly, it fell into the Daishi’s chest
As its gyro ceased to function
And the Nightmare stole a page from Ogre
And set his Mech to self-destruction

When finally, the blast had silenced
And the re-echoing cries had quieted
And the fires had burned low along the banks
While the forest was quenched by summer rains

Chief Thunder finally stirred
Broken from his trance
By the sound of salvage crews arriving
To strip equipment from the dead’s remains

And later, back at base he heard
The report he feared
“All dead, no survivors,” said the Commander
“We are grateful for their sacrifices,” He added with candor

“What will you do now?” He asked intently
The Chief stared into the distance
His thoughts upon that harrowing fight
Until finally he again broke his trance

“Now?” he repeated, “Now the Inner Sphere shall know
That we shall stand strong; Jin-Roh!
To stem the tide of the Clans
And purge them from our lands”

“As Nightmare said before his death,
‘Et venient luporum loquere’
“To that I’ll add, ‘Lupis et Veniet de’”
“Then all shall know”

“They shall speak of the Wolves and they shall come!”
His voice rang out
“Upon every field shall be heard our battle shout!”
“To avenge our fallen and protect our homes”

“Now stand we in Mortal Defiance of the Clans!
“Let them come and die by our hands!
“What happened here shall not be forgotten
“As long as we endure”

“To the Clans I say,
“Molon Labe!
“And to the Inner Sphere I say
“Lupis et Veniet de”

“I say again, ‘Let them come!’”

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Posted 11 December 2014 - 11:42 PM

Bump the chump, lump the skunk, in, with, those that do not mind.

Dirty little secret, written in crayon, punk beyond the lines.

To whom I speak is you my friend, but about whom is incomplete.

Lay the guilty and those who are not, bound at justices feet.

Recruiters lie or lay, bay and bray, multitudinous to say the least.

We are the best, and we do care, is the ever goatish baaaaah,

Who does care at all?

I do not know.

Should I ask a dev?

Or should I just ask _ _ _ _?



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Posted 04 January 2015 - 08:24 PM

Clan warfare, not fair, and that would be fine, if clanners, were "Clanners" playing the way they were designed.
Yet clanners that play like innersphere, not agressive to excess?
Game play broken, so CW will be vexed, hexed, made fun of , what a jest!!!!
Lame game saying Ricky!!!!!
Loosely Lucy without the redheaded twist,.
Makes me want to take my 300+ spent want me to give you the fist....
But ,but ,but,pretenders just vent?????
I am not a great player, and expect to lose to the clan at this stage, I deny you the RESISTANCE 80 bucks cause you are weak. Sorry eh, Toronto is what you speak.

Frenchies beleve in no refunds, regardless of the laws, Bc'rs, make them happy, no matter what the cost.

Yes sir sorry sir, I didn't mean to step on your toes, sorry i broke your knuckles upon my bloody nose!!!!

Solutions are not easy, when economics come to play, when you would rather make 100 40 dollar bills then 400 10 dollar not once, but, every other day.
Blah blah blah
nothing is funny when broken be the Timber fs, are you kidding me? F AH Lords~!!!!!!

LOL, whatever

another BS plodduction

Edited by plodder, 08 January 2015 - 11:49 AM.


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Posted 04 January 2015 - 08:32 PM

I cna play it gonna quit, money is is your motif
u listen to whiners, not to serious game play.
You lose, players lose.

All about the play? No content.

All about the bass no treble

Edited by plodder, 08 January 2015 - 11:52 AM.


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Posted 08 January 2015 - 12:12 PM

hee hee I don't know though, PGI makes me want to sing makes me want to cry, listen, or don't, why don't you try and shine. You want to make money, listen to me honey, sweetie, PGi! Yo dawg yo.e Santa ho ho ho. You go ahead and make it, don't fake it melee, Brahma bull riding, big deep agency MC, or million c Bill entry fee,, payout in c Bill only? Or on the M C PONY, make it take it ride the pony bet that c Bill on the pony with MC FEE ,make it on all sides! Space not the final frontier, think outside the box to be a racer get in the chocks sprint no long legged loping,

Edited by plodder, 08 January 2015 - 07:02 PM.


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Posted 12 January 2015 - 08:01 AM

I'm a little Hunchback
Short and stout
See my AC 20
It's sticking out

When I get into battle
Hear me shout
"Oh **** Clan Mechs
They gonna rip me a new A hole..."

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Posted 12 January 2015 - 05:47 PM

You know there is no one finer
Than someone from Steiner
So Clans you can go suck my d**k

Shove you overweight chassis
And space saving assets
'Cos you all make me sick

You are just talentless tossers
That can't stand the losses
You pay cash for the Mechs you abuse

Screaming 'it must be the lag'
When another Smoke Jag
Gets blown up by an Innershpere dude

Clan Wolf or Ghost Bear?
Does anyone care?
Both nearly as gay as Smoke Jag

And don't get me started
On the soon to be departed
Jade Parrot or whatever it is

Innersphere's where it's at
And you all know that
Join Steiner, it's finer THE BEST!

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Posted 12 January 2015 - 08:00 PM

Into the breach, ye men of Davion! Let not the Dragon's flame give you pause!
O'er the crest of yonder hill lies victory's shining reward!
Tarry not, ye sons of Suns, for he who the bitter contest hath lain low on the field shall be remembered in the honor rolls of his regiment, his planet, his kingdom!
Look ye to your weapons, the naked sword of our House, poised to smite the wicked!
Forward unto the dawn that shall see your Prince upon the throne of Stars! May Fist, Dragon, Blade, and Bird kneel before our majesty!
For the roar of cannon is to you a sweet song, the flash of laser your comfort.
Not for you, oh guardian of our realm is the quiet dullness of peace.
Nay! It is the trumpet of war you long for!
Into the breach, ye men of Davion! Let not the Dragon's flame give you pause!

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Posted 23 January 2015 - 07:44 PM

Slurp, burp, herpa durp.





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