I'm not saying it's Tetatae...
Oh hey do you guys play Battle Teach?
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Started by Reverend, Jan 22 2013 12:40 PM
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:12 PM
Wellington van de Graaff, on 22 January 2013 - 04:10 PM, said:
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:12 PM
His Jenner “The Jetta” was legged, he was too deep into enemy territory to try to loop back through the front. His only hope was getting 2 klicks away from that ********* forward base they were using to resupply mechs. The light purple and silver camo blending into the winter precipitation would be his only real option. Walter always told him the elements are the best camoflauge. Ohae Sghei codenamed “OhsH” jumped out of his broken down vehicle, making a three foot deep hole in the snow. “half a kilometer to another something.”Crawling through the underbrush as slow as possible is very hard when the temperatures are close to freezing.
As night fall hit, the guard shifts are very hectic, especially with the front only 7 KM away. “OhsH” crept up to the wire fence around the peremeter around the back of the base. snip snip and inside he slides, looking around for the closest thing resembling a hanger. The only thought in his mind was a refusal to fail his mentor, Walter. Walter will either greet me with open arms or he will never see my body, those are the only options for the end of this day.
Ohae spotted the tallest building with the oversized garage door and stuck to the shadows. Keeping his back to the wall he scanned back and forth, just hoping the wind and snow would keep him obscured enough to find a door. Knowing this to be his most vunerable time he takes his doorjack and removes the door handle in it's entirety, not wanting to waste what little time he did now know he had.
He burst through the door, with his backup hatchet he kept looking for a ladder, a control room, anything to give him a place to rest up before figuring out his next move, and that's when he saw just what hanger he burst in to. “You have got to be ******* kidding me. I trusted Walter and he tests me like this?” His eyes looked up and down the shiny metal body, the short arms, the short legs, the goggles. “They keep their commandos in the biggest hanger?” He started typing on the console mainframe, checking to see what their loadouts were, if they were even bothered to be loaded. Records show three empty commandos awaiting to be fitted, two commandos brandishing 3 streak 2 missle launchers. But there was one that caught his eye, a commando that seemed to be made for failure, the 2 flamer commando. Ohae's eyes filled with tears as he withdrew to his fate. “I am not escaping this base alive, I cannot allow this place to continue. I have to take it out of commision.”
He walked his way to the flamer commando, climbed into the back, and got comfortable. “Walter if you want me to live then this will work, if not... well... fine.” REACTOR ONLINE SENSORS ONLINE VCRS ONLINE ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL. “Well, flame on, I suppose.” The metal baby walked over to the corner of the hanger, and let loose two streams of superheated plasma for 30 seconds. As he let go of the triggers he could see fire still burning, and metal had been warped to the point of bulging out. He repeated this series in each corner, connecting them down the line, weakening the structer and leaving it smoldering.
Ohae in his baby walked back to where he tested the fire, and contined back with the flames until it was weak enough. He walked to the far end of the now flaming hanger bay, and turned around facing the weak spot. Throttle to full he smashed through the side of the hanger, and suprising a very unaware supply convoy just entering the main gate. The twin flames roasted the three trucks and the AC-20 ammo they were carrying made an explosion that left a 6 foot crater . The baby ran past the destruction and headed back on a bearing that would bring him back to his lines. “Give my regards to Walter” he silently muttered. After running back to his frontlines for 30 minutes he slowed down to a halt, standing at the top of a hill he overlooked 3 enemy hunchbacks all decked out in black and gold. “****, I hope these aren't too good of pilots.” Ohae said as he threw the little baby's poor engine into full throttle. He knew he was just 2 kilometers away from home, and he wanted to take these hunchbacks with him.
Running down the trees sure got the hunchback wolfpack's attention, as all three of them turned and opened fire with their medium lasers, two of them missed their mark but one hit with all lasers on his right arm, blowing that into pieces that were left in the winter landscape for scrappers to find. Ohae decided to run inbetween them hoping their eagerness to kill him would lead to mistakes. He dived his commando baby through the three, and as expected, 2 hunchbacks fired at once, missing the baby, and hitting the 3rd in the chest, breaking it's armor, breaking its skin, killing the mech. Ohae took the time to run up the hill to try to spot his forces. Looking back to spot the two hunchbacks he saw they had just overcame their fratricide and were looking for revenge. The little baby ran down the otherside of the hill, seeing two K2 Catapults loaded with what he knew were double gauss cannons.
The hunchbacks crested the hills and saw their predicamit as four gauss rounds hit the left most hunchback square in the chest, immedately coreing him. The third and final hunchback fired off weakly at the first catapult while backing up, terrified to show it's weak back armor. The catapults waited and just as the hunchback was about to make it over safely, another 4 guass shells rocked into the head of the hunchback, killing the pilot and sending the rest of the robot sliding down the berm. It was this time the baby was hailed by the catapults “Unidentified metal baby, please report who you are asap, you have 10 seconds to comply before you end up like your friends who you just showed our base.” Hearing that Ohae scrambled to look for any sort of radio, any thing that looked like it might be able to communicate with the outside world. As the catapults counted down, “3...2...1...” The catapults pulled the trigger from 300 yards away, just as he had found the transmit button, all Ohae could muster in his last second of exsistance was. “WALTER!!”
As night fall hit, the guard shifts are very hectic, especially with the front only 7 KM away. “OhsH” crept up to the wire fence around the peremeter around the back of the base. snip snip and inside he slides, looking around for the closest thing resembling a hanger. The only thought in his mind was a refusal to fail his mentor, Walter. Walter will either greet me with open arms or he will never see my body, those are the only options for the end of this day.
Ohae spotted the tallest building with the oversized garage door and stuck to the shadows. Keeping his back to the wall he scanned back and forth, just hoping the wind and snow would keep him obscured enough to find a door. Knowing this to be his most vunerable time he takes his doorjack and removes the door handle in it's entirety, not wanting to waste what little time he did now know he had.
He burst through the door, with his backup hatchet he kept looking for a ladder, a control room, anything to give him a place to rest up before figuring out his next move, and that's when he saw just what hanger he burst in to. “You have got to be ******* kidding me. I trusted Walter and he tests me like this?” His eyes looked up and down the shiny metal body, the short arms, the short legs, the goggles. “They keep their commandos in the biggest hanger?” He started typing on the console mainframe, checking to see what their loadouts were, if they were even bothered to be loaded. Records show three empty commandos awaiting to be fitted, two commandos brandishing 3 streak 2 missle launchers. But there was one that caught his eye, a commando that seemed to be made for failure, the 2 flamer commando. Ohae's eyes filled with tears as he withdrew to his fate. “I am not escaping this base alive, I cannot allow this place to continue. I have to take it out of commision.”
He walked his way to the flamer commando, climbed into the back, and got comfortable. “Walter if you want me to live then this will work, if not... well... fine.” REACTOR ONLINE SENSORS ONLINE VCRS ONLINE ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL. “Well, flame on, I suppose.” The metal baby walked over to the corner of the hanger, and let loose two streams of superheated plasma for 30 seconds. As he let go of the triggers he could see fire still burning, and metal had been warped to the point of bulging out. He repeated this series in each corner, connecting them down the line, weakening the structer and leaving it smoldering.
Ohae in his baby walked back to where he tested the fire, and contined back with the flames until it was weak enough. He walked to the far end of the now flaming hanger bay, and turned around facing the weak spot. Throttle to full he smashed through the side of the hanger, and suprising a very unaware supply convoy just entering the main gate. The twin flames roasted the three trucks and the AC-20 ammo they were carrying made an explosion that left a 6 foot crater . The baby ran past the destruction and headed back on a bearing that would bring him back to his lines. “Give my regards to Walter” he silently muttered. After running back to his frontlines for 30 minutes he slowed down to a halt, standing at the top of a hill he overlooked 3 enemy hunchbacks all decked out in black and gold. “****, I hope these aren't too good of pilots.” Ohae said as he threw the little baby's poor engine into full throttle. He knew he was just 2 kilometers away from home, and he wanted to take these hunchbacks with him.
Running down the trees sure got the hunchback wolfpack's attention, as all three of them turned and opened fire with their medium lasers, two of them missed their mark but one hit with all lasers on his right arm, blowing that into pieces that were left in the winter landscape for scrappers to find. Ohae decided to run inbetween them hoping their eagerness to kill him would lead to mistakes. He dived his commando baby through the three, and as expected, 2 hunchbacks fired at once, missing the baby, and hitting the 3rd in the chest, breaking it's armor, breaking its skin, killing the mech. Ohae took the time to run up the hill to try to spot his forces. Looking back to spot the two hunchbacks he saw they had just overcame their fratricide and were looking for revenge. The little baby ran down the otherside of the hill, seeing two K2 Catapults loaded with what he knew were double gauss cannons.
The hunchbacks crested the hills and saw their predicamit as four gauss rounds hit the left most hunchback square in the chest, immedately coreing him. The third and final hunchback fired off weakly at the first catapult while backing up, terrified to show it's weak back armor. The catapults waited and just as the hunchback was about to make it over safely, another 4 guass shells rocked into the head of the hunchback, killing the pilot and sending the rest of the robot sliding down the berm. It was this time the baby was hailed by the catapults “Unidentified metal baby, please report who you are asap, you have 10 seconds to comply before you end up like your friends who you just showed our base.” Hearing that Ohae scrambled to look for any sort of radio, any thing that looked like it might be able to communicate with the outside world. As the catapults counted down, “3...2...1...” The catapults pulled the trigger from 300 yards away, just as he had found the transmit button, all Ohae could muster in his last second of exsistance was. “WALTER!!”
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:13 PM
LowTAX the primoridial ooze,
giving birth to the worst
father of hell spawn, the goons,
drive them all to the grave in a hearse,
The robots they vomit,
worthless j4gs will accept
gobs of lasers and ACs
til we part with their death.
Robots are the land forces of fight
bees in the skies are needles in eyes
they can work together try as they might
A ground space war is the end of the lies
alas, the atlas
atlast, the darkness
giving birth to the worst
father of hell spawn, the goons,
drive them all to the grave in a hearse,
The robots they vomit,
worthless j4gs will accept
gobs of lasers and ACs
til we part with their death.
Robots are the land forces of fight
bees in the skies are needles in eyes
they can work together try as they might
A ground space war is the end of the lies
alas, the atlas
atlast, the darkness
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:17 PM
Grraarrgghh, on 22 January 2013 - 12:59 PM, said:
We are home Featheren.
We are home.
We are home.
Hello I am home. Welcome to me, welcome to you, we're here again. I am back. There's blood in the sky and pie in the moon. Another day, another smokey basement to sit in and wait for more words to come to the ole' chrome dome. Budweiser at the hand, and bong in the basket, I am back once again to type words at you, not for you.
I watched a house catch on fire today, rolled up on some smoke and said to my friend, "That's not an outside fire, man." We were behind a truck with a trailer and he pulled over to the side. After we made sure he was calling the fire department we drove off, packing another bowl. In silence we sat as we mulled over the fact that some body's house had just gone up in flames, the smell of smoke and upholstery still thick on our clothes.
To make a long story short, I showed up at the pizza place I work at, made some food, talked some ********, and went home.
Edited by Ohsh, 22 January 2013 - 04:17 PM.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:20 PM
GENTLEMEN THE VICTORY DANCE OF OUR FOREFATHERS!
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:21 PM
Here's a K/DR to keep you dancin'
with a crime record like Hanse Davion
SRM-6 is the tool
Don't make us act the mothersquawkin fool
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe
We're knockin' pubbies off their legs daily
yo weekly, monthly, and yearly
until those dumb vatborns see clearly
that we're down with the capital WOL
Roleplayers can go to hell
So when you're on our planet you better duck
cuz Word of Lowtax is crazy as squawk
As we leave, believe we're stompin'
but when we come back, kid, we're comin' straight outta Butte Hold
with a crime record like Hanse Davion
SRM-6 is the tool
Don't make us act the mothersquawkin fool
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe
We're knockin' pubbies off their legs daily
yo weekly, monthly, and yearly
until those dumb vatborns see clearly
that we're down with the capital WOL
Roleplayers can go to hell
So when you're on our planet you better duck
cuz Word of Lowtax is crazy as squawk
As we leave, believe we're stompin'
but when we come back, kid, we're comin' straight outta Butte Hold
Edited by Silent, 22 January 2013 - 04:23 PM.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:23 PM
Reverend, on 22 January 2013 - 04:20 PM, said:
GENTLEMEN THE VICTORY DANCE OF OUR FOREFATHERS!
He performs our dance well for a human.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:31 PM
Oh, Danny bird, the goons, the goons are calling
From wreck to wreck, and down the cauldron side
The summer's gone, and all the Dragons are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when lasers're in the colony
Or when the city's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in Catapault or in Raven
Oh, Danny bird, oh, Danny bird, I love you so.
And if you come, and all the Commandos are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
I pray you'll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say a "Squawk" there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you stomp above me
And all my grave will explode and sweeter be
And then you'll shut-down and type that you love me
And I shall overheat in peace until you come to me.
From wreck to wreck, and down the cauldron side
The summer's gone, and all the Dragons are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when lasers're in the colony
Or when the city's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in Catapault or in Raven
Oh, Danny bird, oh, Danny bird, I love you so.
And if you come, and all the Commandos are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
I pray you'll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say a "Squawk" there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you stomp above me
And all my grave will explode and sweeter be
And then you'll shut-down and type that you love me
And I shall overheat in peace until you come to me.
Edited by GearBoxClock, 22 January 2013 - 04:33 PM.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:47 PM
The stories I was raised on of Kaetetoa. It is everything I believed it to be.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 04:50 PM
Lowtax Style
Yo, Huh Huh
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
There's no place to hide once we activate zoom
Dr Drongo! prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! GAUSS SLAM
JAM, now scream like Tarzan
I be droppin, enforcin, play style is awesome
I'm causin more forum fueds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said - Ya dead
Fatal Flying gauss chops off your ****ing head
Metro who was that? Aiyyo, The Word is back
Makin pubbies go BOO HOO, with a few gauss cats
We fear no-one, oh no here come
The Lowtax Shotgun, killer in an A1
I push the throttle in the groove, and get rude
And I'm forced to squawk it up
My mech moves like a pickup truck
Across the fuzzy white yonder
Seek the KAETETÔÃ Sea, I shoot backs like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Birds from The Nest?
Blessed since the birth, I bird-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head thread to thread!
And if you want squawks then bring the ruckus
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with
Straight from the ****ing Inner Sphere that's busted
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
HYUH!
Squawk up, birds!
Represent
Gauss his head off, kid!
The Word will come out tomorrow
Styles is wild, berserk bizarro
Flow, with more endo than ferro
A fork in victory road, which way to go just follow
Lowtax, the Legend, pray you don't go hollow
In fact, we're a hard act to follow
We post like YOLO, Anders comin on through
Pubbies is like "Oh my God, not you!"
Yes, we come to get a slice of pubbie pie
Rather do than die
Check our flavour, comin from K'TÔÃ
Which is short for KAETETÔÃ
Which makes me reminisce true like Deja Vu!
I'm rubber, pubbies is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me and sticks to you
Yo, Huh Huh
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
There's no place to hide once we activate zoom
Dr Drongo! prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! GAUSS SLAM
JAM, now scream like Tarzan
I be droppin, enforcin, play style is awesome
I'm causin more forum fueds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said - Ya dead
Fatal Flying gauss chops off your ****ing head
Metro who was that? Aiyyo, The Word is back
Makin pubbies go BOO HOO, with a few gauss cats
We fear no-one, oh no here come
The Lowtax Shotgun, killer in an A1
I push the throttle in the groove, and get rude
And I'm forced to squawk it up
My mech moves like a pickup truck
Across the fuzzy white yonder
Seek the KAETETÔÃ Sea, I shoot backs like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Birds from The Nest?
Blessed since the birth, I bird-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head thread to thread!
And if you want squawks then bring the ruckus
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with
Straight from the ****ing Inner Sphere that's busted
Tetatae ain't nuthin ta **** with.
HYUH!
Squawk up, birds!
Represent
Gauss his head off, kid!
The Word will come out tomorrow
Styles is wild, berserk bizarro
Flow, with more endo than ferro
A fork in victory road, which way to go just follow
Lowtax, the Legend, pray you don't go hollow
In fact, we're a hard act to follow
We post like YOLO, Anders comin on through
Pubbies is like "Oh my God, not you!"
Yes, we come to get a slice of pubbie pie
Rather do than die
Check our flavour, comin from K'TÔÃ
Which is short for KAETETÔÃ
Which makes me reminisce true like Deja Vu!
I'm rubber, pubbies is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me and sticks to you
Edited by Don Dongington, 22 January 2013 - 10:32 PM.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 05:05 PM
Deep in the conflict
Whole body braced for the impact
Burning metal surrounds me
Forced forward with Lowtax
Ducking and diving, see me weaving through heaving masses
While vision is blurred, militant surge deep in the passage
There's no escape, you're just a red mark my lasers paint
Killer instinct sharp, just like the edge of a razor-blade
The bodybag, squeezin' the trigger, the quick flash blinds
Pubbies seek peace when the last enemy flat lines
Shellsquawk!
Call me the raven nevemore, basement dweller settles the final score
Frayed terrorist, beak fends for no mindless cause
Raise tension, stress levels of violent combat robots soar
Lest torture venomous methods of silence thwart
A vetted army of weathered enemies might just swarm
Stay sheltered, stray missiles enter vital cores
Pray weather forgives, else render the Night as Corned
Braced venture, bird-warriors destined to ride the storm
Ride the storm
Whole body braced for the impact
Burning metal surrounds me
Forced forward with Lowtax
Ducking and diving, see me weaving through heaving masses
While vision is blurred, militant surge deep in the passage
There's no escape, you're just a red mark my lasers paint
Killer instinct sharp, just like the edge of a razor-blade
The bodybag, squeezin' the trigger, the quick flash blinds
Pubbies seek peace when the last enemy flat lines
Shellsquawk!
Call me the raven nevemore, basement dweller settles the final score
Frayed terrorist, beak fends for no mindless cause
Raise tension, stress levels of violent combat robots soar
Lest torture venomous methods of silence thwart
A vetted army of weathered enemies might just swarm
Stay sheltered, stray missiles enter vital cores
Pray weather forgives, else render the Night as Corned
Braced venture, bird-warriors destined to ride the storm
Ride the storm
Edited by Silent, 22 January 2013 - 05:08 PM.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 05:30 PM
BirdWarrior Online has just become even more awesome.
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Posted 22 January 2013 - 06:26 PM
Hey!
Hey guys!
Hey!
Birds!!
Am I right?
Am I right, guys?
Hey guys!
Hey!
Birds!!
Am I right?
Am I right, guys?
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