Report Filed By: SWAT Agent Jeff Markey
Date: April 16, 817 A.S.
Subject: Patrol Report, New York/California/Texas
Today was a good day for beating heads in. Launched to check on construction in Illinois; it's coming nicely. Moved to New York, and grouped up with the Navy and Recruit Kurios.
Ran into the following, in order:
AntiMa - Werewolf
Status: Subject went willingly to Huntsville, but complained that they wouldn't let him in. On probation.
Gerald.Gallego. - Falcata
Status: Ship destroyed, incarcerated on Huntsville. Was assisted by Frank.Taylor.
Jarek_70 - Sabre
Status: Ship destroyed by =SWAT=Bat, assisted by myself.
Kiddo - Sabre
Status: Ship destroyed with the assistance of Admiral Hale and Officer Masket, incarcerated on Sugarland.
Classic - Rogue Gunboat
Status: Ship destroyed with the assistance of Admiral Hale, Officer Masket, and the gunboat Ned Flanders.
My guncam malfunctioned, so I was unable to get the shot .
Al.Bundy - Falcata
Status: Ship destroyed by myself, with the help of the Navy and LSF. He was the last of the bomber party; Admiral Hale got three of the others, some mighty nice flying there.
That's about it. I'm calling it a month.
End Report.
To: The Chief
From: Deputy Chief Jim Markey
Subject: <no subject>
Wrote this for ya, seein' as the new kids are all doin' it.
'Twas the night afore Payday, and all them Officers was hidin'
Not a critter was movin', none wanted Matt t' find 'em
Matt stood with face all grim,
lookin' about for his hapless man Jim.
He spotted him hiding 'way down by the john,
aimed his eagle-eye down there and yelled "Go long!"
He pulled that arm back, and then he let fly,
as poor Jim stood cringing and wondering why.
The packet flew far, far down the hallway,
and it flipped and it spun just as it had always.
It hit Jim on the noggin with a great big ol' smack,
and burst open and splattered all over his back.
Jim looked down in horror as he saw what he'd done,
he'd do better to aim at his head with a gun!
For there on the floor was a burst open box,
with what was left of some donuts and Lox.
Matt stood there and twitched, from side to side,
then with a mighty voice, shouted "I'll have yer hide!"
Jim stood a-quakin' and in his boots a-shakin,
as the Chief stood and stared, and with both eyes he glared.
He worked both eyes together, then worked them one by one.
Jim screamed as he saw just what the Chief had done.
For old Matt had winked, and before the scream had died,
two goons appeared, one at either side.
Matt faced the goons, and now red in the face,
told then to take poor Jim and put him in his place.
They took Jim to the office, where his worst fears came true.
For on that day poor Jim got promoted over the heads of me and you!
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
