G'day Gieldarian,
Geebers! why do you guys have such hard to type names?
haha i'm only jokeing,
Welcome aboard Gieldarian (or "Xcal" of "10AtSue" Fame (wink!)).
I do remember YOU in particular and for only the good stuff you did, so dont think i was ignoring your application to join up, i didnt.
I was in fact, "A Boss Interupted" when responding one night to you and I never finished off my standard 1000 word "1st" Flegellation that all recruits normally recieve from me,
( i'm pretty sure thats the case, guys correct me if you missed out, but its basically the same stuff from our forums written again cos i'm always thinking of more info to jam into the new guys heads, as soon as possible) ;D
Its sort of like a Reversed Mind Probe if you like, rather than be Assimilated into a Collective of Drones like a Borg and your uniqueness is shared and exploited...
We in [bass] actually "infuse you" with our way of playing and reorient your sense of play and code of conduct to the [bass] Clan's Policy that we established veterans of [bass] follow and enforce.
And we do this well before we let you loose to conduct yourself as we would were we in your shoes instead and the roles reversed.
Gee, I never actually said it like that before...... profound stuff huh?
RP (role play) Begins
Scene: somewhere in deep space, really serious space, dark space, with lots of dark things flickering by or just out of direct view. ...
expunged for later publication when i get a "round tuit"
.i must remind myself to write that down some where, it sounds......out there and cool.....)end RP
erm Actually Chaps I was compelled to write and subsequently removed about 2000 words that somehow spewed out while i thought for a moment i was being deep and profound, and i sorta created a neural net entry for myself that i think has some merit, now i just gotta just shoe horn it in without doing a big brother styled "ministry of truth" adjustment of my past to make the present (obviously unresearched and sad) little tale. It has actually some aspects of my RL woven into its fabric in an obscure sort of way but i found it very different from my usual excursions into role play that I 'fiddle' with from time to time.
Watch out TBK and other budding Authors, the Fleg has found himself an interesting niche to explore while he cant get online and fly as freely or as often he'd like to at the moment.
For what its worth telling about the RL 'Me' behind the Tin Head 'Fleg' are 2 really weird and crazy real life situations that are keeping me well away from the comfy confines of my Titan and Eagle Cockpits and i can only connect with "The Coolest Clan in "Serious" Space" in these forums when a slender window of opportunity enables a short exchange of information between myself and the Web we communicate on.
[bass]-Gieldarian, Your "Karma" is Exhalted by 1 (that is 'Good') to indicate I truly dig you for your past efforts on GOI and that you finally made the right choice and came on board with a better crew of blokes. At least we know who you were following before and how HE too abandoned you chaps when you least expected it
and set youse all adrift. We in [bass] have a similar tale and we dig your need to rejoin with like minded freelancers and a clan that wont let down that (again) (as best as I can tell)
I know you'll have more fun in [bass] and our Alliance with [DracO]:. as WE are both Prime Targets for the so called Police Clans nowadays and after all the System Battles 'they' forced US to engage in, but have slowed for a while, perhaps to ensure they have a least one worthy clan with some Systems still Owned to fight them once they occupy the whole of Sirrius (but wait and watch cos i've been reliably informed a new threat to the Alliance' territories is also looming too)....
When fully past the easy probation requirements objectives and Combat Restrictions we require you to observe as a new recruit over the two weeks, you'll be granted further private passworded access to the [bass] Clan's inner labrynth of Private Offices and Boards with more interesting and relevant Clan and Alliance business to read and discuss.
OK, Its Fleggy's 'Vogon' Poetry Time Again chaps.....
please cut your ears off now , its less painful (survivors tell me) than if you wait till the last minute to do it....and i cant think while you guys keep screaming...(gee what a Poet has to suffer to be heard and vocally 'creative' in his art, you'ld think no one liked it ?)
Here it is, my latest 'crime' in creating another bad 'rhyme' (oops)
er..herrumph!...(throat, clearing)
[
i]"An Ode (of Sorts) from deep within, a corroded Old Helmet, NOT made of Tin,
The Story of A Stubborn Freelancer, a Clan Boss, a wannabe Space "Cow Boy", and a "die hard" Spacer,
He's way Out There, "somewhere" and possibly Lost In Some Unexplored Strange Dark Spaces,
He's NOT gonna be another MIA Clan Leader, he got a good memory (despite his age) and remembers all your facesThe Boss (For Life?) of Clan [bass] will come on back to Galactic Central, soon.
He promised youse all he'd stay on as The Boss of [bass] till Space Implodes or GOI's Server,
Hits a wayward Moon.
He's caught In Another more 'Serious' System, Out There, "Some Where" its tough.
It is a challenge it is tiring and it is sometimes a bit too rough.
So he's doing all he can, to get back to his Home Bases,
Back to the grubby Freeport Bars, to chat up the barchix and have a look at more friendly familair faces.
To meet the new guys, catch up on gossip, the situation reports that he hasnt missed reading
while detained out there in the dark "somewhere" and lie back into a softer bed in a bunk to slumber and not be "speeding".
He really needs a hot shower, clean clothes would go down well too,
he'd like to sit down, somewhere quiet, have a beer, perhaps realax and take in a Bering view.
So maybe, One Day, Out There, You Might See Fleggy, Once More Duelling ,
All His Guns Alight and All His Cannons Blazing and
A wicked Grin from Ear to Ear now he's back in Known Space (and without Fear),
Its Sweat you see Dripping ,Hes definately Sane and He's definately Not Drooling!
Lit by his rockets' red glare when they detonate 'out there',
He'll happily endorse a new course of action and a reason.
Its the same time of year when Clan [bass] knows no fear
So it's looking 'just fine' for a new beginning and time
To end this dumb rhyme and:
To Start with a New, 'BoB' Hunting Season. [/i][/i]
(hows that? i think i'm doing better,
i said "I THINK, I'M DOING BETTER")
(sorry, i forgot about your ears, best go see a Base Medic now, ok?)
See you In Space Soon, (really)
Fleggy.