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8/2/2004 12:09:59 AM
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Laser War: Apocalypse
The heroes of old have become the legends of today. This is Laser War.
It is around a 100 years in the future. So because of this characters from previous games can return you can make up how but to make everthing equal your forces half to start over again. You must rebuild your Empires and armies once again.
FOR THE NEW FORUM GOERS:
Anyone can play this game. We not only welcome new users, we encourage them to participate. You can just jump right in, although I would reccomend watching others first.
The rules are simple and few-
You can't just say, "Bang, Somebodies dead!" You have to fight them and give them an equal chance. How do you do that? Be creative.
You can have armies, but you can't amass a massive army in the blink of an eye. It takes days to amass an army.
Alliances are important in this game, but we want to avoid having everyone flock over to one side and ganging up on a few rogues. But do what you like.
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Saying that i start to getthings set to take Blue Elites rookies to their planet but something was bothering how did the Swarm have the technology to disable my mechs and knock us out without live ammunition and how can they have made their own weapons that shot electricity they don't have the resources or the intelligence.
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I'll be back in 30 or so. Take care in my absence.
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I place the sphere in on the holo map table in my bedroom. I slip into bed beside Illara making sure not to wake her. I do not sleep i stay awake for hours pondering many thoughts the deserts moon light casting green and blue light over my bedroom i watch it dance over the curves of Illara and the sharps angles of the walls. I slip into sleep my brain still awake...
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Prak: well i see you guys have been having fun whats with Blue Elites men in the corner Ruquil: they got knocked out Prak: How ? Ruquil: we had some sparring practice you know some punches and some kicks no live ammunition at all Prak: did you do that or not Ruquil: THey had used the psychic powers too much we were about to send them back to their planet when you came in. Prak: okay lets go been a while since i did anything fun.
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The figure for the first time shows a twinge of compassion, and his eyes once more remain a ruddy grey, with possibly a vien of icy blue. You do not know how many before you thought so... How many have fallen. There was a maxim I once told your father. Empires fall. There are no exceptions. This is not about any empire though. This is about the survival of life itself. I have been given the gift and the curse of protection, but I can not preserve that which destroys itself. I implore you to think of the future, of what I have said. Chaos grows in the void, and it has waited too long to be silent. I will be watching, but should you need assistance, as I assure you will, remember to use this. He hands you a small cube, Shimmering black and perfectly without scratch or mark. To your suprise, it becomes a sphere as you take it in your hand. Without warning, A brilliant light emanates from His eyes again and you can see inside the sphere. Fascinated, you look closer to see the outline of stars... no, galaxies. They become larger and expand outside the shpere itself until you are surrounded by them. You no longer see anything else, but are surrounded and completely taken by this expanding universe around you. It becomes clear again in the full light of a star. You may call me from here when you need me, and see things many mortals desire to look in to. Until our next meeting... Suddenly, you find yourself back in your transport, with the stranger gone. Hard and cold in your hand, the sphere remains.
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Prak had come back into the castle and was looking very spoofy his new armor was melded into his body giving him a looming robotic appearance
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The ornithopter lands in the capital the wings fold up beside the craft as i step out into the cold brish desert night. The moons light cast over the city. I begin the walk back to my home. Playing a soft melody with my flute.
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you can't nuke me im in the ornithopter with dolourus and FS
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two days had passed since the surgery the doctors had told us that Prak was recovering very quickly and in a few days he'd be ready to fight again.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Shade Delmort we play a game of poker amongst ourselves we open up a private com link as too not disturb the stranger and RS[/quote] but before your game is over, i nuke your little shack, muahahahahahaha
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As the ornithopter flys over the city i see the ritual of passing in the desert. I take out my flute and plays a soloum melody not bothering to look at this so called prophet.
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slowly they cut a hole in the scalp of Prak and put a tiny chimp into his brain not very bloody we were very quite because we were using our com link and not moving. after that they took off both of his legs and the lower left portion of his torso and the whole right arm.then when they started to install the cyberneticl upgrades it started to get bloody we had activated ouyr personal shields so the blood would get off of us. then when it was over they left and let him sleep we did the same we went back to the castle and started to train with some of blue elites men
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I have returned. I will try and be more dedicated this time, and stay long enough to kill something. Muahahahahaha!
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upon entering the capital we head towards the infermary as soon as possible and once inside we see Prak in one of the beds with all of his armor hanging up in one of the lockers he was sedated and some of the doctors told us too leave unless we wanted to watch them install a cybornetic implant into his head and remove all of the broken body parts and install robotic upgrades. we insisted we watch them preform the surgery.
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after a while we get bored and jump out of the ornithopter and activate our hove boards we get on and speed towards the capital
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I speak to the men with the flaming eyes who seem to have known my father. A smile crosses my face. "Look out at the desert do you see order or chaos. You see both order brings about chaos and chaos brings out order in some. They are intertwined we know this and such do not try to control chaos and bind it with supression it will onlt grow stronger till order cannot come from it. We shall se this threat and let it pass through us and we shall see its going and we shall remain there."
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we play a game of poker amongst ourselves we open up a private com link as too not disturb the stranger and RS
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we obery the commands of RS and sit down in the rear of the ornithopter and converce with ourselves
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raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, oompaloompa rises from his lair of hot big breasted cave women, and goes to slaughter millions
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"Sit down damn you i don't know how this men will react" i say to the group of Praks troops. "You are also disturbing the pilot do you want him to fly into a mountain."
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Fallen Seraph My character is the son of FS so he wouldn't know you. btw Who are you and what do you think will set me upon my own destruction.[/quote] A touch of the flame once again enters his eyes The same thing that set your father, that set a thousand other empires and peoples to their demise: chaos. You feel it, don't you? We all do. Chaos that once more and forever will consume this place in time we are given... if we do not act. I am tasked only with the job of maintaining balance, not governing. Those who know me and live are few, for I do not make myself known to those whom I oppose. And those I protect are better left to their own safety. Yet this... it is beyond me, beyond any of us. We are contained by the boundaries of our own weaknesses, and even our own strengths. You cannot simply break free. Yet that is what we were designed to do, time and time again. You are not the first to face this threat, this menace. What you do not let go will consume you, and all your people, along with everything they hold dear. I can not ask you to do more than simply allow me to help you for now, for even I wait for a sign. Yet it will come, and then we must face the end. (You might have heard OF me, but not know me personally. Either way, your choice)
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the group falls back and goes towards the ornithopter we go a 1000 feet above it and start a freefal with some aid from our jump jets to move us forwards we start to slow ourselves down and land on the roof of the ornithopter then we jump into it from the door. we see the son of FS called Rising Seraph and a man with cold grey eyes staring at us
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As i look out the window of the ornithopter at the sand worm carrying the injured Prak. I look back at the man sitting in front of me who says his name is Dolorus...
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his helmet was also off and laying beside the rider of teh sand worm we saw him smile and the twinkle in his eyes as the moon was sitting above us.
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we headed off for the capital behind teh sand worm we came in in a close formation around Prak we saw him wave his hand at us, tho it was very weak.
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when the hov boards came they were 1000 feet below us so we decided to have some fun in this time of grief. we started to free fall slowly picking up speed and doing acrobatics in the air our own hov-boards started to come towards us and we speeded off behind the sand worm
