well....after reading this, i feel like i need to redo my entire shool years, starting from grade 1, i have not 1 clue what was said here....
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Seriously, tho, a Tessla coil inside a transparent tank mod is something that just needs to happen. Get on it right away, and report your findings.
I like smokin' lightning...
Why, SCIENCE, of course! The real Dalek sh**, all copper piping and analogue gauges, taking us back to the genesis of the radio, waves in the ether, when we thought there was ether, and when we scoffed at our ignorance for a time then dreamed it up again out of the void of space...super-genesis, the haunts of the old ones, the places wherein lies madness and the snap-clap of exploding brain cells...where Newton met the Dalai Lama and had a mind-baby...that place where mortals dread and immortal beauties seek to slake their lust upon the unsuspecting...
Madness, I tell you!
The helmet itches...don't let them put it on you...
I like smokin' lightning...
Why, SCIENCE, of course! The real Dalek sh**, all copper piping and analogue gauges, taking us back to the genesis of the radio, waves in the ether, when we thought there was ether, and when we scoffed at our ignorance for a time then dreamed it up again out of the void of space...super-genesis, the haunts of the old ones, the places wherein lies madness and the snap-clap of exploding brain cells...where Newton met the Dalai Lama and had a mind-baby...that place where mortals dread and immortal beauties seek to slake their lust upon the unsuspecting...
Madness, I tell you!
The helmet itches...don't let them put it on you...
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This one they call The Engineer, he must be watched. But with coy! To avoid suspicions aroused. The fodder, however, they abide. Clueless in a sea of clues. Stuck in the primordial, so to speak. A soup best served with lentils, in Iskaral's modest opinion.
But wait! This has already been said, and not by me. Yes, he knows too much. Subtly revealed, but divulged nonetheless. Of course, We see through such stratagems. Be warned: Iskaral is not so easily fooled!
What was that about soup? Ah yes, time to feed!
But wait! This has already been said, and not by me. Yes, he knows too much. Subtly revealed, but divulged nonetheless. Of course, We see through such stratagems. Be warned: Iskaral is not so easily fooled!
What was that about soup? Ah yes, time to feed!
Iskaral?
Your real name is Joan, right? You're Wiccan and we dated. Ended up you cast a spell that still makes me itch real bad down there. It's been years and I beseech the kind you that was....please remove it. WAIT!!! The spell....not "down there."
Your real name is Joan, right? You're Wiccan and we dated. Ended up you cast a spell that still makes me itch real bad down there. It's been years and I beseech the kind you that was....please remove it. WAIT!!! The spell....not "down there."
Never understood what was so scary about a dalek.
Just go upstairs, they can't bother you there.
You know what the Good Doctor said, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
Now they think they are all closing in, but acquisition and amalgamation continue. Exponential wisdom compounding, with hourly interest, this trickery can be turned against them! The weird turn pro, he says? Ha! A word to the wise is infuriating!
No mule can match wits with me. Oh yes, many have tried, and almost all have failed!
....! Did I say that aloud? Did they hear me?
No mule can match wits with me. Oh yes, many have tried, and almost all have failed!
....! Did I say that aloud? Did they hear me?
What was that I heard??? Was it a weakness in the armor??? Must be my imagination because the "Keeper of the Throne" wouldn't have a Boba's weakness 
That and the type of lines you got out of V for Vendetta. Great writing with a twist of rhyme.
BTW, Iskaral, you wouldn't happen to be an INTP would you?
He speaks like a silicate spider, words of wit and whimsy, and yet he lacks force to put behind these airy trifles. Lest ye be swayed, this Iskaral is a sham, a phony, one who hides behind the shield of polysyllabic vernacular in the hopes that he will be deemed shrewd....
... and yet, we all laugh. A huckster, he; shrewd and cunning, enticing the wary to exclaim in horror or delight at the glory of his written word; luring forth our response, be it for good or for ill. The web grows, and I feel that I linger at its very edge, poking at the glittering strands of text to see if they spring back or ensnare.
Oh, to hell with this, I'm going to go fill another tank and sit back and laugh at you all.
... and yet, we all laugh. A huckster, he; shrewd and cunning, enticing the wary to exclaim in horror or delight at the glory of his written word; luring forth our response, be it for good or for ill. The web grows, and I feel that I linger at its very edge, poking at the glittering strands of text to see if they spring back or ensnare.
Oh, to hell with this, I'm going to go fill another tank and sit back and laugh at you all.
Flattery will get you nowhere, Feline Leprechaun! Especially that of the most abhorrent variety: false and flatuous feline flattery. Ha! Did you see that, just now? Brilliant alliteration! To be expected from Iskaral, of course.
But this premise holds true in the face of our hubris. It is all a play on this stage, yes? Damn these clever insects! More research is required, still.
And on such topics of bugs: the originations of Boba's departure have been discovered! The destination remains elusive, to be sure, but of this much we can be certain: arachnids are culpable.
Spiders! Yes, of course it sounds silly, I do not need to be told this. But what with less than eight legs could so deceive Iskaral? Not this fodder! Irrefutable cogency!
Phase 4: Hunt the lair.
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