At your service.
But wait, who cares? You're going to die.
Btw, you thought chrmjenkins was Starbuck?
Some decisions are not under my purview.
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[WW] Battlestar Galactica - GAME OVER - MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
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Some decisions are not under my purview.
Those are your last words? Kinda sad since we really put some effort into all this Hollywood.
But we agree then, let's wait for Moyank. If she's down with it too, you don't need me anymore anyway...I doubt that Jav piles onto Panda votes.
Are you seriously throwing me shade?
I had a slow start, but I've pulled my weight.SilentPanda.
I'm glad you found the heavenly storehouse of GIFs. Thank you for sharing this with our living brethren
And to be fair, I've never understood jav's posts and I've never played with SilentPanda before. So that was a bit of a wild card. The citizens and human specials did an excellent job narrowing it for us. Let's finish it up.
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Reimaging isn't a difficult process. How does your guilt emotion feel about all your brethren you've helped lynch? They never got to see... tomorrow.
Who?
But I take my hat off, well played...but you know, when you answer 10 of my 1000+ posts there is already enough footage of the SilentPanda.
Are you seriously throwing me shade?
Of course not! It was until today that I first noticed that all of the nightly kills weren't identified before :|
Gave me quite some last minute shock for free...
...+ a question re rules, but that may wait till we cleaned everything up and swept the floor.
Is it easier if you forget those you've helped kill? The human lives you've ruined? woodNUFC and rick snagwell? Let's not forget Tomorrow, who you alone are responsible for pulling the trigger on. You think we're the monsters but how many of your own are you willing to kill to get to us?
I'd pull the trigger on myself right now, but I'll leave that dishonor to Moyank24.
"Have the Vipers engage the enemy. Guard the Galactica and the civilian ships that haven't warped yet," Adama ordered.
"Right. All pilots! Get in those Vipers and tag some Cylons! Come back alive! That's an order!" shouted Tigh.
"Yes sir!" replied the CAG.
"Send a message to all civilian ships. They are to warp as soon as they can. Send the coordinates to their onboard computers immediately," Adama commanded as he continued to study the screens.
"Yes sir," replied Dee.
The Galactica continued to rumble with powerful shots. Cylon Raiders are being destroyed by the hundreds. Yet every one that exploded, two appeared to take its place. The Vipers are ensuring no Raider gets close to the battlestar. They could not hold long. Especially once the Basestar gets in range.
Civilian ships are beginning to disappear from the radar, going faster than light to the coordinates that was sent to them.
"Sir, there's a Raptor leaving the Galactica without permission. We are trying to contact the pilot," said Lt. Gaeta.
Lieutenant Felix Gaeta
A Raptor taking off
"Dammit! Demand the code!" shouted Tigh.
"Requesting code. Requesting. No response," Gaeta shook his head.
Adama paused and looked at the recently released President, who is watching closely. She nodded.
"Shoot it down. We could not afford a Cylon escaping to the Basestar," said Adama.
"You heard him. Tag 'im," ordered Tigh.
"Yes sir, I'm on him," said Hot Dog over the transceiver.
The Raptor disappeared from the radar.
"Got him. I real hope it's not some civvie dumbass in there," said Hot Dog.
SilentPanda has been killed. It is now NIGHT.
"Right. All pilots! Get in those Vipers and tag some Cylons! Come back alive! That's an order!" shouted Tigh.
"Yes sir!" replied the CAG.
"Send a message to all civilian ships. They are to warp as soon as they can. Send the coordinates to their onboard computers immediately," Adama commanded as he continued to study the screens.
"Yes sir," replied Dee.
The Galactica continued to rumble with powerful shots. Cylon Raiders are being destroyed by the hundreds. Yet every one that exploded, two appeared to take its place. The Vipers are ensuring no Raider gets close to the battlestar. They could not hold long. Especially once the Basestar gets in range.
Civilian ships are beginning to disappear from the radar, going faster than light to the coordinates that was sent to them.
"Sir, there's a Raptor leaving the Galactica without permission. We are trying to contact the pilot," said Lt. Gaeta.
Lieutenant Felix Gaeta
A Raptor taking off
"Dammit! Demand the code!" shouted Tigh.
"Requesting code. Requesting. No response," Gaeta shook his head.
Adama paused and looked at the recently released President, who is watching closely. She nodded.
"Shoot it down. We could not afford a Cylon escaping to the Basestar," said Adama.
"You heard him. Tag 'im," ordered Tigh.
"Yes sir, I'm on him," said Hot Dog over the transceiver.
The Raptor disappeared from the radar.
"Got him. I real hope it's not some civvie dumbass in there," said Hot Dog.
SilentPanda has been killed. It is now NIGHT.
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"Have the Vipers engage the enemy. Guard the Galactica and the civilian ships that haven't warped yet," Adama ordered.
"Right. All pilots! Get in those Vipers and tag some Cylons! Come back alive! That's an order!" shouted Tigh.
"Yes sir!" replied the CAG.
"Send a message to all civilian ships. They are to warp as soon as they can. Send the coordinates to their onboard computers immediately," Adama commanded as he continued to study the screens.
"Yes sir," replied Dee.
The Galactica continued to rumble with powerful shots. Cylon Raiders are being destroyed by the hundreds. Yet every one that exploded, two appeared to take its place. The Vipers are ensuring no Raider gets close to the battlestar. They could not hold long. Especially once the Basestar gets in range.
Civilian ships are beginning to disappear from the radar, going faster than light to the coordinates that was sent to them.
"Sir, there's a Raptor leaving the Galactica without permission. We are trying to contact the pilot," said Lt. Gaeta.
Lieutenant Felix Gaeta
A Raptor taking off
"Dammit! Demand the code!" shouted Tigh.
"Requesting code. Requesting. No response," Gaeta shook his head.
Adama paused and looked at the recently released President, who is watching closely. She nodded.
"Shoot it down. We could not afford a Cylon escaping to the Basestar," said Adama.
"You heard him. Tag 'im," ordered Tigh.
"Yes sir, I'm on him," said Hot Dog over the transceiver.
The Raptor disappeared from the radar.
"Got him. I real hope it's not some civvie dumbass in there," said Hot Dog.
SilentPanda has been killed. It is now NIGHT.
what was silentpanda?
Good. Next one.
Addendum:
Man, imagine we'd have played this in the Werewolf universe! I could have answerered with my Arnie Schwarzenegger voice: "Heads or Tails? You lose both."
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"T-minus 14 minutes and counting!" shouted Dee.
"And the Basestar?" asked Adama.
"T-minus 11 minutes and counting until it's in range!"
Tigh whistled.
"We will have to engage the Basestar for three minutes before we can jump. Gaeta, arm a nuclear warhead. We will need it," commanded Adama.
"Arming," replied Gaeta.
The Galactica rumbled as hundreds upon hundreds of Raiders are being destroyed by the battlestar's fire as well as the Vipers weaving among them.
"One of the Vipers just destroyed another!" screamed Tigh.
"Friendly fire?" asked Adama. But he knew from watching the screens that it is not.
"Fracking doubt it! Contact that fracking Viper!" Tigh shouted.
"On it," said Dee. "Connected. Broadcasting."
"Fools. You cling on hope where there are none. We are the Cylons and we are many. We will never die, and will never stop until you face extinction, just as you have declared ours decades ago!"
Ignoring the voice, Adama turned to Tigh. Tigh needed no words. "Fracking destroy that thing! Viper number 357 is a fracking Cylon!"
"Thirty-eight!" shouted Hot Dog as he destroyed yet another Raider. "Forty-two! You're one slow Dog!" retorted Redwing.
"What the frack is he doing! He's shooting at us!" shouted Bingo. Her radio suddenly went quiet.
"Bingo! Bingo! Respond!" shouted Hot Dog. There were none.
"Fracking destroy that thing! Viper number 357 is a fracking Cylon!" Tigh shouted through the radio.
"Frack! Redwing, with me!" ordered Hot Dog as he banked to the right. The approaching Basestar went out of sight as the Galactica entered. And there! The hijacked Viper is firing upon the Galactica itself. The huge guns lining the battlestar is not designed for direct attack, and was being easily destroyed by the Cylon piloting the Viper.
Hot Dog and Redwing started firing at the Viper, which weaved skillfully, dodging every shot. Fortunately it was facing away, and has no chance to turn and return fire. As Hot Dog and Redwing chased the Viper, dodging exploding Raiders and stray fire everywhere, the dreaded warning came through the radio.
"The basestar is almost in range! Guard the Galactica the best you can and watch yourselves!"
Moyank24 has been killed. It is now DAY. 3 remain and 2 is the majority vote.
"And the Basestar?" asked Adama.
"T-minus 11 minutes and counting until it's in range!"
Tigh whistled.
"We will have to engage the Basestar for three minutes before we can jump. Gaeta, arm a nuclear warhead. We will need it," commanded Adama.
"Arming," replied Gaeta.
The Galactica rumbled as hundreds upon hundreds of Raiders are being destroyed by the battlestar's fire as well as the Vipers weaving among them.
"One of the Vipers just destroyed another!" screamed Tigh.
"Friendly fire?" asked Adama. But he knew from watching the screens that it is not.
"Fracking doubt it! Contact that fracking Viper!" Tigh shouted.
"On it," said Dee. "Connected. Broadcasting."
"Fools. You cling on hope where there are none. We are the Cylons and we are many. We will never die, and will never stop until you face extinction, just as you have declared ours decades ago!"
Ignoring the voice, Adama turned to Tigh. Tigh needed no words. "Fracking destroy that thing! Viper number 357 is a fracking Cylon!"
"Thirty-eight!" shouted Hot Dog as he destroyed yet another Raider. "Forty-two! You're one slow Dog!" retorted Redwing.
"What the frack is he doing! He's shooting at us!" shouted Bingo. Her radio suddenly went quiet.
"Bingo! Bingo! Respond!" shouted Hot Dog. There were none.
"Fracking destroy that thing! Viper number 357 is a fracking Cylon!" Tigh shouted through the radio.
"Frack! Redwing, with me!" ordered Hot Dog as he banked to the right. The approaching Basestar went out of sight as the Galactica entered. And there! The hijacked Viper is firing upon the Galactica itself. The huge guns lining the battlestar is not designed for direct attack, and was being easily destroyed by the Cylon piloting the Viper.
Hot Dog and Redwing started firing at the Viper, which weaved skillfully, dodging every shot. Fortunately it was facing away, and has no chance to turn and return fire. As Hot Dog and Redwing chased the Viper, dodging exploding Raiders and stray fire everywhere, the dreaded warning came through the radio.
"The basestar is almost in range! Guard the Galactica the best you can and watch yourselves!"
Moyank24 has been killed. It is now DAY. 3 remain and 2 is the majority vote.
Who the hell is Redwing, Dee, Bingo and Hot Dog? Jav6454 sounds familiar, though.
Since the case is solved, I'd rather spare him an unpleasant and nasty death sentence - whatever fracking mayhem he's brought upon us - and just lock him up for good.
What do you say, Queen of Spades? We could live together happily ever after.
*ducks and runs*
edit : ^ that was post 666, should I worry about that?
Since the case is solved, I'd rather spare him an unpleasant and nasty death sentence - whatever fracking mayhem he's brought upon us - and just lock him up for good.
What do you say, Queen of Spades? We could live together happily ever after.
*ducks and runs*
edit : ^ that was post 666, should I worry about that?
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Sorry Moyank! I'll pour out a sip for you.
Hmm, well, are you a hot brunette? If so, I accept.
jav6454
What do you say, Queen of Spades? We could live together happily ever after.
*ducks and runs*
Hmm, well, are you a hot brunette? If so, I accept.
jav6454
Hmm, well, are you a hot brunette? If so, I accept.
Um, yeah, whaaat!!
Don't take this the wrong way, but...let's just lynch him and forget about it. ok?
"T-minus one minute before the Basestar is in range!" Dee announced.
The Galactica in battle
"Is the nuke ready?" Adama asked.
"Yes sir," replied Gaeta.
"Fire it as soon as the Basestar is in range."
"Yes sir!"
The Vipers are slowly disappearing from the radar one by one. Hundreds of Raiders are being destroyed for each one Viper, but they are vastly outnumbered.
Even three minutes is an eternity out there.
"The Basestar is in range!" Dee shouted.
"Nuclear warhead launched!" Gaeta said as the nuclear warhead appeared on the screen, heading directly for the Basestar.
"The fracking thing launched two fracking nukes at us! Vipers! Shoot them down! NOW!" screamed Tigh.
A Basestar and the Galactica
Hot Dog is still in pursuit of the rogue Viper when Tigh screamed into his headset.
"The fracking thing launched two fracking nukes at us! Vipers! Shoot them down! NOW!"
"I and Redwing are closest. Disengaging the Viper and pursuing the nukes." Hot Dog maneuvered his Viper until the approaching nuclear warheads are in sight. "Right! Shoot them down!"
The warheads are coming fast. But Hot Dog is faster. As he approached a warhead, he fired off a torrent of shots, then hit a hard bank to the right just as the nuclear warhead exploded out of sight, saving his eyes.
"Ahhhh! I'm blind! I'm blind! I can't fracking see!" Redwing screamed as he begun to fire shots everywhere, one clipping Hot Dog's left wing.
"Watch it! The second warhead is 1 o'clock! 1 o'clock! Shoot it down! Shoot it down!" Hot Dog screamed.
Redwing missed, and his Viper zipped past the warhead. It is too late.
"Brace for a hit! Brace for a hit!" Tigh screamed.
The nuclear warhead hit the battlestar. The lights went out as the ship shook, throwing everyone to the ground.
The lights and equipment slowly came back online as emergency power took over.
"Time!" screamed Adama.
"T-minus 1 minute and thirty-six seconds and counting!" came the reply.
"One more of those and we are done! What happened to our warhead?" Adama asked looking at the flickering screen.
A stream of cheers came through the transceiver.
"It fracking broke in two! The fracking basestar broke in two!" shouted Narcho. A video feed came through to the screens. The basestar is indeed broken into two.
Hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of Raiders remained, however.
"All Vipers! Return to Galactica immediately! We are jumping in a minute! Repeat, all Vipers return to Galactica!" Tigh screamed into the transceiver.
"You heard him! All Vipers, back to the Galactica! NOW!" screamed Hot Dog as he begun heading for one of the docking ports on the Galactica, dodging fire from all sides.
As he approached, Vipers begun to enter the Galactica. Unconsciously he counted them. The more, the better.
Wait. One Viper isn't heading to the Galactica, but towards him.
"If I have to die, I will take one of you with me!" screamed the Cylon.
The fracking rogue Viper! He has completely forgotten about that bastard when he saw the Basestar breaking in two.
And he is heading directly for him. Hot Dog begun to fire, many of them hitting the Viper.
But he was too late. The Viper hit him heads-on.
The last thing he saw was a reflection of himself on the helmet of the Cylon, who is laughing through his headset.
Before everything went blank, he had time to think, 'could Cylons laugh?'
"T-minus six seconds!" Dee shouted as the video feed displayed a horrifying image.
Five Basestars jumped into range of the Galactica.
"Holy --!" Tigh breathed.
"T-minus two seconds! One second!" Dee announced.
"All surviving Vipers are home!" Tigh shouted.
"The Adriatic has jumped!" Dee finished.
Taking one last look at the five Basestars, Adama shouted "JUMP!"
GAME OVER - MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
The Galactica in battle
"Is the nuke ready?" Adama asked.
"Yes sir," replied Gaeta.
"Fire it as soon as the Basestar is in range."
"Yes sir!"
The Vipers are slowly disappearing from the radar one by one. Hundreds of Raiders are being destroyed for each one Viper, but they are vastly outnumbered.
Even three minutes is an eternity out there.
"The Basestar is in range!" Dee shouted.
"Nuclear warhead launched!" Gaeta said as the nuclear warhead appeared on the screen, heading directly for the Basestar.
"The fracking thing launched two fracking nukes at us! Vipers! Shoot them down! NOW!" screamed Tigh.
A Basestar and the Galactica
Hot Dog is still in pursuit of the rogue Viper when Tigh screamed into his headset.
"The fracking thing launched two fracking nukes at us! Vipers! Shoot them down! NOW!"
"I and Redwing are closest. Disengaging the Viper and pursuing the nukes." Hot Dog maneuvered his Viper until the approaching nuclear warheads are in sight. "Right! Shoot them down!"
The warheads are coming fast. But Hot Dog is faster. As he approached a warhead, he fired off a torrent of shots, then hit a hard bank to the right just as the nuclear warhead exploded out of sight, saving his eyes.
"Ahhhh! I'm blind! I'm blind! I can't fracking see!" Redwing screamed as he begun to fire shots everywhere, one clipping Hot Dog's left wing.
"Watch it! The second warhead is 1 o'clock! 1 o'clock! Shoot it down! Shoot it down!" Hot Dog screamed.
Redwing missed, and his Viper zipped past the warhead. It is too late.
"Brace for a hit! Brace for a hit!" Tigh screamed.
The nuclear warhead hit the battlestar. The lights went out as the ship shook, throwing everyone to the ground.
The lights and equipment slowly came back online as emergency power took over.
"Time!" screamed Adama.
"T-minus 1 minute and thirty-six seconds and counting!" came the reply.
"One more of those and we are done! What happened to our warhead?" Adama asked looking at the flickering screen.
A stream of cheers came through the transceiver.
"It fracking broke in two! The fracking basestar broke in two!" shouted Narcho. A video feed came through to the screens. The basestar is indeed broken into two.
Hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of Raiders remained, however.
"All Vipers! Return to Galactica immediately! We are jumping in a minute! Repeat, all Vipers return to Galactica!" Tigh screamed into the transceiver.
"You heard him! All Vipers, back to the Galactica! NOW!" screamed Hot Dog as he begun heading for one of the docking ports on the Galactica, dodging fire from all sides.
As he approached, Vipers begun to enter the Galactica. Unconsciously he counted them. The more, the better.
Wait. One Viper isn't heading to the Galactica, but towards him.
"If I have to die, I will take one of you with me!" screamed the Cylon.
The fracking rogue Viper! He has completely forgotten about that bastard when he saw the Basestar breaking in two.
And he is heading directly for him. Hot Dog begun to fire, many of them hitting the Viper.
But he was too late. The Viper hit him heads-on.
The last thing he saw was a reflection of himself on the helmet of the Cylon, who is laughing through his headset.
Before everything went blank, he had time to think, 'could Cylons laugh?'
"T-minus six seconds!" Dee shouted as the video feed displayed a horrifying image.
Five Basestars jumped into range of the Galactica.
"Holy --!" Tigh breathed.
"T-minus two seconds! One second!" Dee announced.
"All surviving Vipers are home!" Tigh shouted.
"The Adriatic has jumped!" Dee finished.
Taking one last look at the five Basestars, Adama shouted "JUMP!"
GAME OVER - MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
Fracking awesome game, guys and gals!
Here's the rundown:
ROLES:
1. Sythas - Baltar
2. twietee - Helo
3. rick snagwell - Starbuck
4. Moyank24 - Citizen
5. Scepticalscribe - Citizen
6. WoodNUFC - Citizen
7. Plutonius - Brother Cavil
8. Queen of Spades - Citizen
9. Don't panic - Athena
10. chrmjenkins - Specialist
11. Koodauw - Citizen
12. jav6454 - Cylon #12
13. Tomorrow - Apollo
14. Comeagain? - Specialist
15. SilentPanda - Six
NIGHT ONE:
Starbuck protects self
Athena scans chrmjenkins
Cylons kill Comeagain?
Six scans jav6454 & chrmjenkins
Baltar scans Queen of Spades
DAY ONE:
WoofNUFC killed
NIGHT TWO:
Starbuck protects (MISSED DEADLINE)
Apollo scans Comeagain?
Athena scans Moyank24
Brother Cavil scans Comeagain?
Cylons kill jav6454 (Cylon #12 found)
Six scans ScepticalScribe
Baltar scans Moyank24
DAY TWO:
Koodauw killed
NIGHT THREE:
Starbuck protects twietee
Apollo scans (MISSED DEADLINE)
Athena scans Sythas
Brother Cavil scans Koodauw
Cylons kill Scepticalscribe
Six scans Don't panic
Baltar scans Scepticalscribe
DAY THREE:
Helo kills Tomorrow
Plutonius killed
NIGHT FOUR:
Starbuck protects Don't panic
Athena scans Queen of Spades
Cylons kill Don't panic (NO KILL)
Six scans Sythas (BALTAR FOUND)
Baltar scans Don't panic
DAY FOUR:
Sythas killed
NIGHT FIVE:
Starbuck protects self
Athena scans SilentPanda
Cylons kill Don't panic
DAY FIVE:
rick snagwell killed
NIGHT SIX:
Cylons kill chrmjenkins
DAY SIX:
SilentPanda killed
NIGHT SEVEN:
Cylons kill Moyank24
DAY SEVEN:
jav6454 killed. Kills Queen of Spades.
Here's the rundown:
ROLES:
1. Sythas - Baltar
2. twietee - Helo
3. rick snagwell - Starbuck
4. Moyank24 - Citizen
5. Scepticalscribe - Citizen
6. WoodNUFC - Citizen
7. Plutonius - Brother Cavil
8. Queen of Spades - Citizen
9. Don't panic - Athena
10. chrmjenkins - Specialist
11. Koodauw - Citizen
12. jav6454 - Cylon #12
13. Tomorrow - Apollo
14. Comeagain? - Specialist
15. SilentPanda - Six
NIGHT ONE:
Starbuck protects self
Athena scans chrmjenkins
Cylons kill Comeagain?
Six scans jav6454 & chrmjenkins
Baltar scans Queen of Spades
DAY ONE:
WoofNUFC killed
NIGHT TWO:
Starbuck protects (MISSED DEADLINE)
Apollo scans Comeagain?
Athena scans Moyank24
Brother Cavil scans Comeagain?
Cylons kill jav6454 (Cylon #12 found)
Six scans ScepticalScribe
Baltar scans Moyank24
DAY TWO:
Koodauw killed
NIGHT THREE:
Starbuck protects twietee
Apollo scans (MISSED DEADLINE)
Athena scans Sythas
Brother Cavil scans Koodauw
Cylons kill Scepticalscribe
Six scans Don't panic
Baltar scans Scepticalscribe
DAY THREE:
Helo kills Tomorrow
Plutonius killed
NIGHT FOUR:
Starbuck protects Don't panic
Athena scans Queen of Spades
Cylons kill Don't panic (NO KILL)
Six scans Sythas (BALTAR FOUND)
Baltar scans Don't panic
DAY FOUR:
Sythas killed
NIGHT FIVE:
Starbuck protects self
Athena scans SilentPanda
Cylons kill Don't panic
DAY FIVE:
rick snagwell killed
NIGHT SIX:
Cylons kill chrmjenkins
DAY SIX:
SilentPanda killed
NIGHT SEVEN:
Cylons kill Moyank24
DAY SEVEN:
jav6454 killed. Kills Queen of Spades.