Blightmare

Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge over troubled water

'Twas the night before 986996.M41, and all through the station

All there was clear, there was no abomination.

My helmet was set on the desk to my right,

On the chance that I was to need it that night.

The guardsmen were ensconced, asleep in their beds,

All the tanks too were safe, secure in the sheds.

Marines in the barracks, some manning the wall,

Assured me that the bastion never would fall.

When out in the yard there arose such discord

I grabbed up my bolter and unsheathed my sword.

Away to the window, I ran to take aim

As the marines around me all did the same.

My bionic eye turned the night into day

Allowed me to see, and to seek out my prey.

When what did my loyalist ocular show,

But an ancient conveyance, knee-deep in the snow.

The vehicle was pulled by horned quadrupeds

And a fiery red nimbus glowed from the sled.

The driver was mighty, his eyes full of scorn,

Dressed all in crimson like a servant of Khorne.

I gestured for other to shoot without pause,

For I was now certain this was Santa Claus.

"Fire Marines! Fire Guardsmen! Fire Ogryn and Ratlings!

Fire bolters! Fire lasguns! Fire mortars and gatlings!"

"You in the courtyard and you men on the walls!

Now blast away! Blast away! Blast away all!"

But all through this maelstrom the evil one flew,

Past plasma and bolt shells and frag that we threw!

And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof

The vile cavorting of each decadent hoof.

Screaming my orders, I spun quickly around,

As down the chimney shaft it came with a bound.

I saw its eyes glow, its vast stomach gurgle,

Bloated and fat, like a deamon of Nurgle.

Blinded by anger, I attacked with a scream -

Charged into battle with my brave space marines.

As we thundered towards him, closing the rift,

He reached in his satchel and pulled out a gift.

Then it tossed the vile boxes - I fell in a stoop,

As they arced through the air at me and my troops.

The wrapped missiles fell short, and plopped at our feet,

Our morale was quite strong, we did not retreat.

But the marines paused - our charge was disrupted,

They picked up the gifts and were quickly corrupted.

For each box contained a chaotic present -

The marines (damn their souls), found them quite pleasant.

A bolter, a flamer, a new power fist,

The Claus gave to all, and he checked off a list.

It moved through the station and left in its wake,

The sound of bright laughter and the stench of fruitcake.

The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal,

For to me it gave only a small pile of coal.

The station was lost, I could only instruct

The bastion computer to set self-destruct.

I failed to kill him, for I saw as I fled,

The target escaping, quite safe in his sled.

I heard it cry out as the base burst into light,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Simon & Garfunkel - Cecilia

Poor poor particle bat. Their first sighting was their last sighting

La fiesta del diablo esta en mi pantalones.

On the Turning Away - Pink Floyd.

Last song before S&G. This song means a lot to me as it was played at my graduation.

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings

Unheeded warnings, I thought I'd thought of everything

No navigator to find my way home

Unladened, empty and turned to stone

The soul intention is learning to fly

Condition grounded but determined to try

God keep my eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit

Ever heard of 'chafing'?

I can handle a little chafing. It's the bandage worthy variety I'm worried about.

Pink Floyd - Learning to fly.

You can tell what I'm in the mood for right now. ^_^ Of course, because of BTG, I may be switching to a little something else soon.

Please, god, no more glass....

Don't go to the beach... It's made of unrefined glass.

At least it doesn't cut me....

Banned for turning me into a brony.(I should be thanking you but the thread isn't titled "thank the person above you.)

Pink Floyd - Another brick in the Wall

I seem to subconsciously love broken glass. -.- both feet are bandaged since last week and now my thumb.

Please, god, no more glass....

Solid Snake.

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

bandaging up my thumb. what is it with me and broken glass lately?

Continue reading my books online like I normally do. (but like hell they'll ever burn my Starcraft book series.)

If all your rep points went into the negatives over night. (or positive if you're BTG or like-minded)

I'd have to say the first InFamous. I played for about an hour or so and put it down for a week. After a while I kinda said "I just spent precious money on this, I should at LEAST play further in." After a few more hours of play, I was hooked.

I'm up to the water level with the invisible baddie and I have to say that this is an amazing game. Those splashes coming towards me really freaked me out.

This. That was an amazing part and hope there will be more like it.

It's impossible to be 100% Brony and still be considered sane (no offense, ABG and blightmare ).

Offended? Hah, I knew that all along. even before I was a brony.

Wondering what I did to loose 8 rep points overnight . On my birthday no less...

raised it some as well. happy birthday!!

Eating Egg noodles.

QWOP.

I don't like voice chat myself. Everyone always says I sound like a drunk stoner on LSD....

You shouldn't have said that. Now I HAVE to hear you talk.

Best I can think of other than that is in Morrowind, the green swampy areas.

Took the words right outta my mouth.

Wow! He's like my cousin 3000 times removed!

If you were to average the time it takes for one generation to give birth to another at 20 years, you would either have to be over 60,000 years old, or Christopher Lee would have to be from the future. (or some combination of the two)

Lol, it was a joke.