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Feb 18, 2007 toshiro link
Suggestions on how to deal with Dr. Lecter's posts (speaking from my own experience, your mileage may vary): Filter for useful comments, and shave off all cynical, insulting, or otherwise acidic remarks. File under Rock, move on.

Having bouts with him is only advised if you

a) are certain of your position in the community,

b) have incorruptible self-esteem and

c) don't care about him getting sulky if you can beat him or at least parry his blows.

It also helps not to take him all too seriously.

That said, Lecter isn't such a bad sort. I can understand why he's so bent on correct grammar and spelling, I even agree with him at times (if not on the method). As for bad writing... the stories here are free of charge, and to read them is an entirely voluntary act, as is the opportunity to make use of the forums. Hence, Lecter has no right to demand better writing. However, he's also free to write what he wants (staying within the forum rules, naturally).
Feb 18, 2007 Syylk link
staying within the forum rules, naturally

Ahahahaha... Another wonderful joke!

I was re-reading the ROC to be sure you weren't kidding, but really couldn't go past points 1. and 2., because the tears from laughing blurred my vision.
Feb 18, 2007 toshiro link
To clarify: I wasn't referring to posts previously made, but to posts yet to come. Naturally, if he transgresses, his posts should be handled according to the forum rules.

In order to keep him from crashing and burning threads, however, I think it wisest to act according to my first (unsolicited) advice: Filter for useful comments, and shave off all cynical, insulting, or otherwise acidic remarks. File under Rock, move on.
Feb 18, 2007 Argus11 link
Ah... very wise word Toshiro. The doctor is a rather transparent figure. The people who are abused in "verbal" combat are the ones blinded by their own rage. Remember; its just a game, no one knows who the other "really" is, and there is no need to let anything that someone says bother you that much.

I for one enjoy many of the Doctors post as well thought out and accurate (except for the snide comments of many, many sorts). My advice; have your facts right, try your best not to misspell anything, and don't let any of it get to you. It is best just to laugh it off.

my motto:
hokeded on Lecture wokcted or mi!

I... I can't read or write.
Feb 18, 2007 Dr. Lecter link
Do you have something against the possessive tense, Argus?

Also, here's what you need: [_b][_u]I...I can't read or write.[/_u][/_b]

Just remove all the _s.
Feb 18, 2007 Argus11 link
No, not really. Thanks for getting the HTML for me. I had used it in another forum, but i haven't played that game in a long time.

Hey, you never did answer me about helping me out. I could always use a proof reader for my English papers.

my motto:

I...I can't read or write.

Thank you Dr. Lecter!
Feb 18, 2007 Dr. Lecter link
Sure thing. And I'll knock $50 off of the going hourly rate. So, you give me $300 an hour, and I'll give you perfect papers.
Feb 18, 2007 look... no hands link
there are businesses that sell term papers and reports to students.
Feb 18, 2007 Argus11 link
I've seen them, but I'm really not interested in cheating. I have the worst guilty conscience. i think that the one i saw could pump out a paper in two days fully cited and all that jazz for about $200.

Thanks anyway Doctor, but I'm poor and can't afford that even with your generous discount. honestly, I do well with my papers in class. granted there are plenty of grammar mistakes, but content is not a very hard thing for me. Granted I am the kid who read Dante's Inferno, and Milton's Paradise Lost for fun, but that's something else all together. I was hoping that you'd help me for free seeing to the fact that you have implemented yourself as my grammar mentor. I was starting to feel like we were building a good friendship. Oh well.

My motto:

I... I can't read or write
Feb 19, 2007 liddy link
hucked awn faunicks wourked four mee!

actually my spelling is crap too and my grammer aint no better.
Mar 09, 2007 LeberMac link
LeberMac awoke to more pounding on his door. This was getting annoying.

The first thing he noticed was the new clock Iry, his commander, had gotten him. It displayed the current time in six-foot high letters on the ceiling above his couch. The clock read "0907". This of course meant that he was over an hour late for his first sortie of the day with that reporter.

He rubbed the back of his head and sat up groggily. He smacked his lips a bit and blinked some. There were some peanuts on the floor, he picked them up and ate them as he walked towards the door in his robe, opening it just as another flurry of blows was set to land on it.

It was, of course, a very irate Sally Koshuni.

"Lieutenant!" She exclaimed in mock surprise. "What, no medical team this time? No evading me by hiding in the ventilaton ducts? No fake deck-wide radiation alert to delay our reporting?"

LeberMac chuckled at that last one. Yeah the forged deckwide radiation alert had taken some serious work to pull off, but at least he'd delayed her for another day. Sally had looked funny in the oversized radiation suit.

"No, Miss Koshuni..." LeberMac said, scratching his stubble, "... come on in, we'll go shoot some 'Scaaaary Serco' today... lemme just freshen up."

"Yes. Good idea." Koshuni said, cautiously stepping into LeberMac's office as if she expected to be ambushed by a Denebian Tiger. "Oh! What's that!?!" She exclaimed and pointed at LeberMac's desk.

LeberMac scrunched up his eyes and looked at his desk. The piles of paper were gone, but something was not quite right... Oh, yes, the female asleep on the desk was what was wrong. Damn. He'd forgotten about Arlina.

LeberMac walked over and thunked Arlina Solestia on the head lightly. "Hey. Wakey-wakey." He said.

Arlina rolled over on the desk and sat up, startled to still be in LeberMac's office, especially with a reporter present. "Oh..." she began to say, then noticed the other person in the room, looked at LeberMac with an accusing stare, and then proceeded to gather the remaining paperwork. "I'll just... just go finish this back in my cubicle." She stated.

Solestia and Koshuni gave each other guarded looks as they passed each other. Arlina closed the door behind her as she departed.

"Right!" LeberMac said and stepped into the bathroom and began to wash up for the first time in days. Speaking loudly to the reporter through the walls, he said "Ha, yeah. Good secretaries are hard to find. Arlina really has a gift for paperwork."

Sally was already taking notes. "Gift for 'paperwork', eh?"

"Sure! Hell if I can figure half of this crap out. She just flies through it. Without her, I'd still be atomizing all of the orders..." LeberMac clammed up as he realized who he was talking to.

"Of course. At least now I have an explanation for the missing forms and requisitions story." Sally wryly noted.

LeberMac dressed and stepped out of the washroom, in a nice clean uniform for once. Apparently Arlina had also taken care of getting his suit pressed and ironed for the press corps ridealong.

"So, to the docks?" Sally noted.

"Yeah, now, don't worry, we're not doing anything TOO intense, just shut yer yap, keep yer head down and take lotsa nice pictures, OK?" LeberMac half-ordered/half-joked with Koshuni.

"Right. The Valk has room for the Stasis pod... just in case, right?" Sally said.

"Of course, it's not too heavy, you can take it along for extra protection." LeberMac chuckled. Reporters.

They walked together down into the docking bay and then boarded the IDF Valkyrie.

"What, no X-1?" Koshuni quipped.

LeberMac grumbled, muttering something about the certification mission being imposssible, and got into the cockpit. The reporter Koshuni got in behind him.

"Dockmaster, we are cleared for launch. Did you deliver the proper supplies to my ship?" LeberMac ssaid as he strapped on his oxygen mask.

"Affirmative as usual, Lieutenant. You are cleared to launch. Good hunting." the Dockmaster replied.

LeberMac punched the turbo and smiled as Koshuni was driven back into her seat by the sudden acceleration. He rolled the nimble fighter craft a few times, and then did a couple calibration maneuvers in order to get the feel for the ship.

"Do we HAVE to do this?" Koshuni said, looking somewhat green.

"Yes ma'am." LeberMac lied, "Standard operating procedure for combat." He pulled the special "supplies" out of the compartment and had a good long sip from his "supply" bottle.

Koshuni could smell the alcohol, "What the HELL are you doing?" she growled at LeberMac "stop drinking this INSTANT!"

"But," LeberMac said, "Didn't you want the real story? I mean, I don't fly half as good sober as I do drunk. Are you sure?" he grinned. "What, did you want some?"

"No!" Koshuni exclaimed, "put that away! You'll get us both killed!"

"Unlikely," LeberMac snorted. "I already scouted out the sector and we've got nothing but dumbass Serco guise pilots. Relax, miss, and get that camera ready."

They jumped from Ellias stand into the battlezone. Zombie-like, the Serco guise pilots threw themselves at LeberMac's Valkyrie 2 at a time, and died easily. However, a new contact appeared off of LeberMac's port bow, a Serco Prometheus piloted by none other than MechaTouriaus.

"Now, Sally, make sure that camera's running, 'cause we're gonna see some serious action!" LeberMac gunned the Valk towards Mecha's Prometheus and Sally pointed the camera at the perfect angle to capture the action. The large Serco craft lumbered towards them and began to spit fire in their direction.

17 seconds later, perforated by neutron fire and several flares, LeberMac's valkyrie unexpectedly exploded...
Mar 09, 2007 Sally Koshuni link
The echoing in her ears had been deafening, thankfully the emergency capsule had been installed. Otherwise she would have been dead like that fool LeberMac.

The hibernation process began, and as she floated through the debris field she noticed the battle still raging around her. She began to feel drowsy, encased in her pod, as the medicines prepared her for stasis and the machinery wound up for actvity.

The last thing she saw was the Serco Prometheus hovreing over her as she was swept into the cargo bay.

Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was... "oooooh I'm going to make LeberMac PAY for this..."
Apr 05, 2007 mr bean link
MOOOORRREEE!!!! PLEEEAAAASSSEE!
Apr 05, 2007 Sally Koshuni link
More has been posted in the appropriate thread.

My attorneys have advised me to remain silent on this topic due to several pending lawsuits against the [ITAN] guild.
Apr 06, 2007 LeberMac link
I'll silence you by cutting out your tongue you deceitful piece of...

You'll PAY Koshuni! YOU HEAR ME?!!?!
Apr 06, 2007 SCAR X link
Leebs, we need to chat.

-Trakus
Apr 13, 2007 LeberMac link
*beep*

This is an automated message. Lieutenant LeberMac is currently in closed-door investigative meetings with the Itani High Council and is not accessible.

We anticipate the investigation will be concluded to our satisfaction on or about Sunday, April 15.

We value your comments, and we realize that you have a choice in forums to make your comments in, and we appreciate you making them here.

If he is not imprisoned or otherwise detained, LeberMac will be available for comments on Sunday, April 15.

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Apr 13, 2007 Dr. Lecter link
Well, I guess we needn't chat after-all. Have fun with those meetings. And tell TGFT to put up or shut up already.

-Trakus Shar
Jul 03, 2007 LeberMac link
It had come full circle, indeed.

He was essentially back where he'd started his spacefaring life, sitting on a tattered couch in a dilapidated old barracks not so unlike this one. He'd been younger and poorer then, full of new ideas and brash bravado, at least in the company of his comrades. He surveyed the room disdainfully, noting the drabness of it all, reeking of the sameness that all rented rooms across space seemed to share. Of course, this was home now, the offices back in [ITAN] HQ were occupied by someone else now, he forgot who. Omega? Bean? He hadn't been back to even pick up the remainder of the paperwork.

Heh. the paperwork. He sure wouldn't miss that. He licked his teeth and took another pull from the bottle, feeling the prickly warmth spread around his tongue and down his throat, somehow making the worries smaller with each swig.

So what if he'd been busted down to Private? To tell the truth, he just didn't care. The war dragged on and no side ever seemed to gain advantage. Good men went to their deaths, respawned, and did the same thing scant minutes later. No ground was gained or lost, no objectives attained, every victory matched with a defeat in a spiraling futile dance.

He laid on the couch and took another draw on the tequila, attempting to focus on the ceiling's small light fixture, barely enough to light the room.

A shadow approached the door. "Leber. Saw you were in Latos, but you weren't answering guild hail messages, so I stopped in. You with us on the convoy assault? It's leaving in 5 minutes, just got the intel."

LeberMac looked at the shadow. It was one of the new guys, callsign "Foo Fighter." Apparently he'd been doing well with preventing the Serco xith from reaching Pyronis. For all the good it did them.

"Well?" the shadow said.

LeberMac looked Foo Fighter steadily in the eye and pulled on the tequila bottle again, saying nothing, and returning his gaze to the overhead light fixture. He smacked his lips and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol sliding down his throat.

Foo Fighter snorted in disgust and marched back to the dock to carry out his sortie, the steps echoing softer and softer as they receded down the metal hall.

Hell, LeberMac realized he didn't know half the people in the guild anymore. Most of them had been busy rising up the ranks when he'd been... well, he was sure he'd been busy. He couldn't recall most of their names, actually. Funny, most of them would soon be his superiors.

"Good." He murmured drunkenly through several day's worth of beard stubble. "Thash the ways things go, changin all the tim'..."

He passed out, releasing his clutch on the bottle, which clanked to the uneven floor and rolled into the corner with its hollow bretheren.

The station continued its hustle and bustle, ore was unloaded and refined, payments made, and life went on as usual.

LeberMac snored away loudly in a small room, tucked away within the depths of Latos Mining, and dreamed of Old Earth.
Jul 04, 2007 Lord~spidey link
:) ;) :)