Just had another awesome Arma experience!
Wasteland is a GREAT mod!
You get to build bases, and the mod even sends you (and your group if you have one)
on mini-missions (side quests?)
Which are epic! and you can get loads of gear!
Me and some buddies I met made a huge base and did a few missions! If you have Arma I HIGHLY suggest you try it out!
One of my friends had given me a picture of her in her swimming suit for the yearbook.
Here`s what I posted on Facebook:
[insert friend`s name here]…remember the picture you gave me like freshman year or so?
The Swimming photo for the yearbook?
I was cleaning my room today (well my mom was) and it fell out (again) so I kept it in my pocket to put it back later. I go play DayZ like all day, totally forget about it, so when I go take a shower, I`m like, “Crap, forgot to put this back.” and leave it on the sink.
So I was playing DayZ yesterday and I kill a dude near some barracks, soon after another guy comes, by this time I had already used my AK47 ammo, do I switched to my M9 but got shot down. Thing is always double-tap. The guy didn’t realize I was still alive (out thought the zombies would get me) so he went to check out the barracks, while I hid in one, realizing, “Holy. Shit. I STILL HAVE A G17 WITH TWO MAGS IN MY BACKPACK!” So I get it out and wait. By this time I have about 3000 blood, and broken bones. The guy comes out, goes to the downed chopper nearby and I follow, prone. When he comes back up the hill I unload all I have left and kill him. Then he starts bitching about how I “combat logged” even though I totally didn’t especially since I was livestreaming. So I tell him that, then he comes to my livestream makes fun if me being a bronie (uh its B-R-O,N-Y) then accuses me of trying to drag people to my stream…after HE asked for a link.
Yeah. People are fucking retarted.
“Let me tell you a story,” Solomon told the enraptured Alex before him.
He had come into the library just a few moments ago, finding the librarian in his writing room. Alex had told him that he was having problems with an art block that he couldn’t overcome. He was asking Solomon if there was some way that he could help him. Like a book or something that just destroys art blocks or something. Solomon, in the middle of writing his own story, had to sit for a few minutes, wondering who the colt was. After Alex had gone through the frustrating process of wrestling Solomon’s mind out of his own literature, he easily remembered Alex. “You’re the one I sponsored in the Art contest!” The one that Alex had not won, but still gained much publicity because of Solomon buying his contest painting and featuring it in the library.
And now he was here asking for some help. As always, Solomon was prepared to help anypony. “I don’t believe that there’s anything for an art block. It really is something that you have to overcome yourself.” The dejection that came over the young colt’s face made him crumble. “There may be a way… But I don’t know if you will like it,” he said to Alex. “But it might be worth trying. Reading opens new doors that you didn’t know before.” Alex looked at him sceptically. So he did what he always did when he found a sceptic. He got excited about it. “I’m serious,” he said gleefully. “Imagine, in the story of Hercules, we have the strongest clydsdale to ever walk the lands of Equestria and battled the monsters that escaped the everfree forest by himself, driving them back where they came from. Or in history, the story of the 300 Spartans, who battled the army of the Percherons at the battle of Thermalpony Pass. The Percherons had them outnumbered ten thousand to one, and they held their ground, fighting til the end, until the mane army was pulled together, 10,000 Spartans strong, but by then the Percherons had had their fill of fighting. There are so many other good stories, and all of them are great for opening the doors to an art block.”
He noticed that Alex had perked up a little at his renditions of the stories. He was still looking expectedly at Solomon, as if he expected him to continue, so Solomon thought a bit. He was writing a story anyway, so why not give the kid a show. “Alright. Let me tell you a story.” This wasn’t something that Solomon did often, because most people found it… strange, but he liked the kid. He might appreciate it a little bit. His horn glowed for a moment with his blue magic and the lights in the writing room seemed to dim.
Solomon’s voice cut across the room and Alex’s attention returned to the unicorn. Which brought to light the fact that he could still see him very well, despite there being no lights. “This is a story that I was working on. Let me see how you enjoy it. It takes place in the distant future. The land of Equestria is long since fallen. All things must eventually end, even a land, but ponies, they move on. Ponies have discovered a way to travel to the stars and beyond. As technology advanced to its peak, the gaps between species lessened, as ponies could augment themselves with certain technologies to make them another type of pony. There were still the natural born pegasus and unicorns and earth ponies, but the others were referred to as the galactics.” As Solomon spoke, images of the things that he said formed throughout the room, clear as if they had been real. Alex could smell everything that happened, as it happened. He looked around wildly, trying to take it all in. Solomon smiled at the youth’s antics.
It was so much to take in for Alex. How was he doing it? Part of Solomon’s talent was to tell stories, and something he had discovered, rather recently actually, was an ability to create vivid illusions, but only while he was telling the story. Otherwise, the illusion fell apart. He still only did it for a few people. It was probably something that he would try out later in life when he couldn’t move as freely around the library. It was a day he dreaded, but maybe this skill would make it easier on him. His attention returned to the story at hand.
“After a thousand years, all ponies had the upgrades applied to them, but they weren’t all equal. The Galactic titles began to denote their station in life.” As Solomon spoke images of ponies came up in front of Alex as they were arrayed in a line. First was a green stallion, standing slightly taller than Solomon and built with a barreled chest, but looked lither than he appeared. He stood beside a blue mare who appeared lithe and flexible. Both had hard eyes. “The Galactic Pegasus were the military branches, in honor of the history of the warlike pegasus.” Another image materialized in the line, these were smaller than the first and looked weaker than the first two. “There was the intellectual Unicrons, made the heads of all intellectual endevours in honor of the universities that the unicorns made throughout history.” A last pair came up. These ponies were even heavier built than the first two, standing much taller than Solomon and rippling with muscles. “Then there were the Galactic Ponies, who were much appreciated, but not very revered in the society, but never really bothered. They were the working backbone for the rest of society. Nopony wanted to admit it, but without these ponies, society probably wouldn’t have thrived.” A last pony cropped up. It seemed a regular alicorn with a horn and wings, but it wasn’t any of the princesses. “And then there was the ruling class alicorns, still the highest power that there was.”
The three ponies disappeared, returning to a view that showed an expanse of the galaxy. “Things were rather well for the galaxy,” Solomon continued. “But not everypony agreed with the royalty of the time. One of her commanders, a Galactic Pegasus named Jovan, staged a coup after a disagreement with one of her rulings. Defeated, he was exhiled to the world that he had refused to destroy, despite it being uninhabited, and left there forever.” When he spoke, an image of Jovan appeared before Alex. It was the green pony with a black and magenta mane and tail, his wings and horn exposed now. They were translucent, and large. His horn was shaped differently, almost reminiscent of a changeling’s horn. As they looked at the Pegasus, around and behind him rang the images and sounds of a raging battle, which eventually settled down and ended with Jovan being hit by someone unseen and knocked to the ground. Shadowy ponies gathered around him as he lay broken. The princess came again, looking regal, even after the fighting. She had dust and debris on her wings and flank, to suggest that she had been in the fighting, but not a mark had been laid upon her. She looked down coldly on Jovan for a few moments before touching her horn to his flank where his cutiemark was supposed to be. It was only now apparent that he was apparently a “Blank Flank.” There was a flash, and where he had nothing before, a coat of arms appeared as his mark. It was a gray and white cross patterned shield with an oak tree emblem. The image of him faded as it showed the shadowy ponies loading him onto a shuttle and launching it towards an unfamiliar planet.
“Half a year after Jovan’s failed coup, there was another one, also doomed to failure, but farther reaching. The leaders were executed after the fighting instead of the previous exhile, as a warning to others not to do the same. The records of the last coup, however, had ended up erased as a result of the fighting. It was as if Jovan never existed at all.
“A half a year later, though, the planet was bought by a historical research department that had a vested interest in studying lost civilizations. Some probes had discovered signs of such a thing on the surface of the planet and decided to fund a team to go looking on the planet to see what they could find. The expeditionary force was headed by a Galactic Unicorn named Frost.” An image of the unicorn in question appeared. He was white with a blue and white striped mane and tail. On his flank, his cutie mark appeared as a flash of blue lightning. He appeared to be rather young, and he was only slightly taller than Alex was. “A Galactic Pegasus went with him as an escort. Adamantium Core.” The Pegasus in question popped up next to the younger pony. He was clearly much older, though still in his prime. He was a gray-brown color, with an iron gray mane. His flank, however, remained blank. He stood almost twice as high as Frost did, and he had a severe look on his face, in a deep contrast to the almost carefree expression on Frost’s face. “He wasn’t actually associated with the military proper, rather serving with a security firm that had been contracted to protect the company’s assets.” The image shifted to the planet once again. “They went to search for signs of a dead civilization. They had no idea just what they would find.”
By: Solomon Caine
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Art.
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THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE.
