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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I think I'll drop in for LosCon, all will depend on where my funds lie.
Anyway, I did find a Squishables site instead of the giant Stitch, but it just won't due. Since my coworker is referred to as the Monkey, I thought about getting his bride-to-be a Squishable Monkey. But, don't wanna spend $38 for a ball of fluff. And, yet, I'm still willing to spend up to $150 for a giant Stitch. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| In between working on my professional gamer thing and "The Paradox Island Series", I work on other little writing exercises. This is one of those I-intent-to-finish-this short stories again. I kind of have a plot, and I know where the story is going, we're just going to come along for the ride. I'll get back to "Paradox" later. Maybe finish "Juice" and "Howard" too. I'll have the time.
That is, in between work and nothing. For those that have not had the pleasure of my stories before, it may be daunting to see such a long entry. However, it may well be worth it. I can't guarantee that. Which is why there are so many genres of writing; if there were only a single methodology, then the world and writers within would be quite pressed to satisfy so many needs and minds. That being said, I'm implore you to read on. However, I'm pretty much guaranteed that I have lost the short-attention spanned in the first sentence, let alone first click, already. I, too, am diagnosed with Adult ADHD, but it doesn't stop me from reading. Sorry, for the long introduction, I'll just jump into it now. Comments are appreciated. 
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. by: Lee Almodovar He quickly sat up in the darkness, eyes fixed on some distant target, arms at the ready to squeeze a non-visible trigger. "You had that dream again, didn't you?" He wakes up, turns to face her, "Yes, what of it?" "Do you want to head in to work now, or return to the dream?" He sat for a moment, then collapsed back into bed, "Back to the dream. Wake me when its real." She opened the blind and poked his side with the butt of their SKS rifle, "Take a look outside, hun. It is real." "Dream is better." He sat up again, holding his shoulder, and motioned for the handgun. "Honey, dream." "Oh. Yeah," his legs dropped out from below the comforters, "How's it look outside." She parted the blinds, "Uneasily quiet, as is usual for the evening hours. You know it's a bad sign when one's only dream is that of what happens during the working hours." He shifted in bed, scratching his head and staring out through the blinds at the orange hue awash across the buildings. "It always looks the same. In the dream and in reality." She shoved his uniform, firearms and bullet-proof vest into his sleepy arms, "Four-thirty, dear, time to get out there, back into reality." He groggily lifted and dragged his body into the bathroom, emerging thirty minutes later in his off-orange uniform, SKS rifle resting on his shoulder, dark black bulletproof vest on top of his uniform, a cheesy smile spread across his face. He walked into the bedroom, and collapsed on the bed again. "I'm dressed, what more do you want?" She climbed on top of him, "Well, Lieutenant Russ," she ran her fingers down his rifle barrel, "you've got a compound to guard." He chuckled and rolled out from underneath her. Standing at the window, he gazed across the compound, and its denizens, slowly filtering through the evening desolation. "Look at them, wandering around like sheep. It's sad that it's come to this." She sat on the bed, "Well, you give the people what they want and this is what they wanted." "To be treated like citizens, despite their crimes," he holstered his sidearm, "a disjointed society within a society. It's odd, you know, that not a single crime happens within this society of criminals." She turned to him, scratching her head, "What about last week? The man that took the cafe staff hostage?" "Well, we can't deal with people that don't exist anymore." And so it was that behind the four layers of chain-linked electrified fence that the prison population of 2182 California resided in what used to be the farmlands of the state, in a massive city-state prison system that required its inmate population to assimilate the roles of a typical society on the outside--a society of the year 2012, deprived of the modern conveniences of that of 2182--except for any positions that required law enforcement. These positions--fire, police, medical, postal, transportation--were handled by the guards whom also lived on the compound, behind a layer of fence. The inner fence layer extended the equivalent of a twenty-six story building high into the sky, and while non-electrified, provided enough of a deterance to the 3000 inmate population, whose ages ranged from mid-teens to late-100s, and counteracted digging by burying the equal length of fence structure below ground. The guards and their families lives on the second layer of fencing, a mere ten-story high and deep monstrosity also non-electrified for the safety of their families, encompassing the positive aspects of life on the prison-state. Sure, they were cut off from all other forms of civilization, but they were still part of what could be considered civilized. The last two layers of fencing, both electrified and highly fortified, housed a few miles of barren desert and field and were each a mere six feet high and deep. Not many escapees had ever made it past the first two layers--a total diameter of 7 miles--to the last two layers. And, only one had ever made it past all four layers. He was their inner layer warden. Russ stared across the fencing to the compound just beyond the service roadway. The sun filter spewed forth myriad rays of diffused light along the entire inner layer. "I'm sure the weather control will be brought online today," he spoke over his shoulder to his girlfriend, "maybe I'll get to finally see some rain on that side." They lived on the last block from the fenced separation, on the fourteenth floor of a housing complex overlooking the southern "business" district of the inner inmate layer. Russ had taken the position right out of high school, following in the footsteps of his retired father, all of whom had been raised inside the prison-state. Russ had only traveled to the outside a few times in his youth, often on trips with his father, but had never really ventured out in his adulthood. Not that there was anything promising in the wake of the 2098 financial collapse of Los Angeles and San Francisco, or the dessimation of a large portion of the Southern California after the 2085 Great Quake along the entirety of the San Andreas fault. The Pacific Ocean side of the fault had shifted a full three feet before it came to a rest, all in about thirty seconds. The devastation was immense, but nothing that the retrofitting and improved architecture of 2045 couldn't handle. Losses were in the mere hundreds of thousands, and lives were saved thanks to relocations of structures off and far away from the fault lines. A few burst sewer, power, and fuel lines, several thousand miles of destroyed freeway and streets, old transportation systems obliterated, but not a major predicted disaster of the late 20th Century. It became a triumph against nature. But, most of the middle of California had suffered as a result. With prison overcrowding and riots reaching high proportions, it was proposed that rather than restructuring an earthquake-torn land for farming again, that a prison-state be instituted. A large, 10-mile diameter prison-state, housing all inmates of the entire county and state prison system in a radically new idea of controlled civilization within a four-mile fabricated city, surrounded by another three-mile city housing prison employees and their families, surrounded by another 3-mile barren landscape to prevent and discourage escape. It was a multi-billion dollar project, and was approved and built. And, in their sign of graciousness, Walt Disney World provided their WeatherDome for use on the inner circle, to help maintain temperatures as desired. The early morning air was crisp with a fine mist from the real rain the night before, but the internal temperature of the prison complex maintained a balmy 93 degrees. He walked through the various airlocks and decontamination chambers to the main guard building. After checking into the computer, he was given his task for the day: Postal Service. The onslaught of the late 20th century had seen many a postal worker that, disgruntled, would tote a firearm to the workplace and shoot up the place. Reminiscent of those days, Russ walked about in his prison guard uniform, heavily armed, pushing a mail cart around the blocks of the complex. It was an eerie feeling being on the inside. A simulated city, equivalently prospering in an imagined economy far exceeding the current capacity of a struggling Los Angeles and San Francisco. Inmates going about their lives as if they hadn't murdered a whole family, robbed a bank, bombed a federal building. Walking to work training. Taking transit to the school commune. Spending rations at the mall. Interacting in a guarded environment. Lock down rarely occurred, and mostly when the board decided that it was time to release a new inmate from maximum hold into mixture with the whole population. "Lieutenant Russ," his earbud piped in, "code 34 one block north of you. Assistance required." He nodded. The entire compound was monitored much like it was on the outside, closed circuit cameras, both mounted on building and hovering several hundred feet above ground. He pushed the cart into a nearby safe point corridor used by guards, and started a slow jog up towards the area. A code 34 meant that an altercation had occurred between personnel and an inmate with a possible code 36 erupting, hostage situation, and it had to be dealt with quickly and quietly. The inmate population had ceased to be citizens on the outside. They only existed as denizens of Fortuna Maxima, the famous prison-state. Anything that occurred to them on the inside, was left to the inside. As far as the world computer records were concerned, these people never existed on the planet. They were no one. It was customary that if a family member were convicted to FM, they ceased to exist. These inmates seldom had visitors from the outside, and few seldom were pardoned or paroled to the outside worlds again. Rehabilitational ways of old had been abandoned. It was just easier to integrate them into an internal society than it was to attempt to assimilate them back into the outside world. And, even Fortuna Maxima had a prison within the prison. Those that refused to integrate were sent there, subjected to the ways of old, considered less than a person, less than an inmate. He jogged quietly past the other inmates, rifle at the ready, heading towards the corner looking for a good vantage point. There was a chance it could go a little worse, and turn into a code 35--inmate with a weapon--and that would facilitate the code 36. He never really understood why they would attempt the menial crimes that got them in there in the first place, inside again. This code 34 sprouted from an attempted robbery of the Fortuna Bank, housing currency that had no value outside of the prison-state. An attempted robbery and hold-up of a fictionalized currency system with value only within the prison-state; why would any inmate go to the trouble of executing such a crime unless they wanted a quick and easy way out? Most code 34s ended up with a move to the internal prison for isolation, code 35s were either killed or placed in isolation, and code 36s were definitely terminated. No sense in keeping the extremely bad eggs around. To be continued later on this week, or on my LJ... (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 10:08 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Apparently, you don't read.
I am an ex-cast member for the Disneyland Resort. I served the rat for 2 1/2 years. I am fully aware of the operations within Stores. Why? I worked for Disneyland Store Operations. I know of the procedures. I know of DelivEARS. I know of every single little facet of the Stores Customer Service model that I can probably school you in it. In fact, I was a trainer at the Resort. Don't patronize me in the ways of Disney. My seniority, at the moment, far surpass yours. I even, for a moment, trained at Walt Disney World for my specialized positions within Disneyland Park. I know exactly how the distribution and merchandising systems work, both for the Stock department and for the Stores department. I have worked in merchandising for both the Disney Store and the online website division. I have worked for Guests, locating their prized possessions through the vast network of DelivEARS service, which included the distribution networks at Walt Disney World, Disneyland Paris, Hong Kong Disneyland, and Tokyo Disneyland. I have worked in the offices of Team Disney Anaheim, in the corporate departments of Store Operations. Please do not hesitate to realize that I have already exhausted every possible option within the Disney organization--because I have--and now I turn to the private sale of the aforementioned Disney merchandise because the Disney organization has failed me. To the full extent of their abilities, they cannot produce the merchandise for me for reasons either known or unknown. And, as stated before, Disney Store merchandise is not interchangeable with Disneyland/Disney World merchandise, which further means that the divisions do not talk to each other. Therefore, I have turned to other people that may happen to own a similar Stitch, as I do, and are willing to part with it, as I am not. All that aside, don't patronize me with your Disney customer service model. I am not a guest, I will not eat it up. I'm am ex-Disney, and a disgruntled one at that. It has been a few years, but I still know the Fireworks schedule. I still know the phone number extensions. I still know the summer and off-season schedules. I still have friends, that actually are in high enough positions to make a dent, working there. Trust me when I state that I have pursued my options through Disney to the fullest extent of their offerings. I do thank you for your excellent application of the Disney brainwashing, but it just will not work on me. Or, most Annual Passholders. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 06:22 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Just adding the following to all of my works:
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. Please continue about your business...and close this thread as it is no longer needed. Thank you. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 09:54 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Last I checked, I don't think developers would go to the trouble of rendering a head behind a helmet. They usually render things and models as needed throughout games, and not have models present when they're not needed. Even if it is the XBOX 360 and it has more RAM to handle all the CGI.
But, the better person to answer those questions would probably be the Bungie testers. Although, I don't know any off hand. Still, it looks really creepy and stretched out, but having done similar with cameras before while testing Tony Hawk, I could see how people would be experimenting that way. While the beginning camera shot moves away, alluding to him removing his helmet. The in-ship, camera-hacked shot shows just what I was talking about. Rendering a second helmet on top of a helmeted model. I'm guessing you found this video: (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-11-07 05:37 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Thank you for birthday/spawnday wishes.
I don't watch much TV anymore, so no on the Simpsons thing. I'd love to go back up to the Kendall Jackson Winery, maybe we can do it when you're up here in January. Day trip it. Coworker got me skull valve caps for the minivan's tires (Minivan of Evil needs it), and they paid for lunch. Other than that, I do appreciate this. Also, I'm still writing junk on here, but on/off because I frankly hate some people on here and the board just isn't all that interesting anymore. Happy Spawnday to me! |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Well, they are going to rule the planet one day when we are long-gone. Might as well embrace it.
And, unless you're several hours ahead, it's still November 13th in the United States for several more hours. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I currently have $20,000 in student loans. I've also started repaying them as I took a seven-month leave from school (you start repayment after six months). My total repay amount is $250 per month, of which I can easily afford. However, when I start school again in January, they'll all be postponed until my graduation in 2010. At which point, I might start a second degree, or continue onto my Master's; further deferring my loan until that graduation in 2014.
I also have $15,000 in credit card debt, which consolidated down to $317/month across five credit cards. Include into that my car loan, which stands at $22,000 (the Honda's loan + my Mazda's loan), a payment of $530/month. Insurance, thanks to my recent moving violation, costs me $130/month. Toss in my current rent, $900, but all utilities are included. Then the non-necessities: cell phone $50, Cable/Internet $60, gasoline $150/month, vehicle maintenance $50/3 months, bridge toll $4/each trip across when I do it. Necessities: Groceries $100 - $200/month. Hint: Get a good job. I make $36,600/year testing cell phone games. Breaks down to $18/hour, $27/hour on overtime. And, I have full benefits, stock options, paid sick days, and paid vacation days. I was being paid for running around Comic Con like a maniac last year, and work got me into Comic Con for free. All that aside, school is important. My degree, once received, will up my income from $36,600 to about $40,000 - $45,000. Not in the same position, but I'll have options to move up in the company. Don't stress about student loans now, you'll have six months after graduation to stress about that. But, here's a hint, try to get Federal student loans as much as possible. These are easier to forbear (apply to put off payment until your income is more stable), consolidate (lump all together into one lower interest, lower monthly payment), or defer (various options to postpone repayment due to financial circumstances, military, school, etc). You may be able to do the same with private student loans, but it's always more difficult than anything provided by the "gobment". Also, if you can, try to complete all your General Ed courses at a junior or community college. In the end, this will end up costing you way less than it would to go directly to a four-year college/university. Just make sure that all your units are transferable, and you should be able to do the bulk of your education for a cheaper rate than going to a University. And, at all costs, avoid the diploma mills unless you want to be stuck in pre-defined, dead-end jobs: ITT Tech, Devry, etc. Get yourself a real education, from a real institution. Most employers prefer to see a degree from a university or college than one from any of the specialized institutions. And, these places always charge way more money than a university or college, and often give little in return. Don't be fooled by the "four-year degree in three years". I had to find that out on my own. I've got nothing but a $10,000 loan to show for my time spend at ITT Tech. Total lame-i-tude. So, by the time I'm done with both my Bachelor's and Master's degrees, I'll be well into a debt just over double of my current yearly income. But, I should be making a lot more then, and be out of more of my other debts, to supplement and pay off those loans faster. Or, you could just flip burgers all your life. (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 11-15-07 05:37 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Most of the foods I enjoyed in my early youth have since turned on my physiology, so I spent this morning throwing up.
Anyway, I had a really good time, though: |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yeah, ASIMO isn't all the new. And, it's not as advanced as Sony's QRIO was before the project was placed on hold. Although smaller, the QRIO was at least able to do a far range more activities that the ASIMO. And, ASIMO requires programming for almost 90% of its actions while QRIO was meant to be completely stand-alone, like its smaller AIBO counterparts.
And, if you actually keep up with Japanese robotics, there are far more interesting things being developed than the ASIMO. QRIO: Dancing QRIO bots: Robot Suit that increases your strength 10-fold: Japanese Android DER: Landwalker: Etc.... (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 11-15-07 06:07 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Truly. Our videogame art designer is one of those. She makes bank designing sprites for our games. All that junk that I know several people on this board can do, and she makes a killing on it.
Anyway, yeah, you do your thing. I'm just finishing up my Computer Science degree so I can start on a Marketing one or pick up my Masters in Computer Information Systems. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Jayarre is a secondary character, no name change. But, it's been so long that I don't remember. I can't even find where I kept my notes on this anymore. Probably lost in the reformat of my Toughbook.
Anyway, I'm phasing this story out. Rosy will get written into one of the main stories, as this one really serves no purpose to the main storyline anymore. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Unfortunately, this story is being entirely rewritten and will have a new title as well. Basically, I'm cutting this story but retaining the character. I don't want the Ryan character to possess too many of the same qualities as the Server One character. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Don't follow the statistics, though. My current position has an average income of $20,000 annually. On last check of my current earnings, I'm up to $50,000 by the end of the year. As a QA Tester. For the mobile industry, on a partial degree in Computer Science. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Originally posted by NagisOriginally posted by "Zabuza" Or, you're reciprocated transgression because you don't like me, ergo, your motivation is to disapprove of everything I post. However, just because the robot speaks Japanese doesn't mean that it can't be programmed for English. And, just because ASIMO is being developed by Honda, doesn't make it any different from the other robotics being made by other Japanese companies. You do realize Honda is a Japanese company, right? And, that ASIMO also speaks Japanese? The Honda company in Japan keeps an ASIMO around to use as a receptionist, which means that the robot does speak Japanese as well. Almost all of the top technologies and innovations seem to pop out of Japan (except Nokia, that's Finnish). Even though it appears that ASIMO is acting on his own in this rendition, it actually isn't. ASIMO still requires programming to do what it does, which includes this pseudo-exploration mode. Just like all computers, it needs instruction. The only difference between ASIMO and QRIO is that ASIMO doesn't employ an active self-motivated AI. At least not the last publicized versions. The most recent ASIMO progress has begun implementing a learning curve on the robot so that it functions similar to that of a small child, learning through experience, but still requiring parameters for learning. As always, best to do the research as well. Or, just keep up with something. It doesn't hurt to learn and everything is an adventure. Including being condescending and bitter. I told you Disney does that to you. (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 11-16-07 11:00 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Two years of Calculus, actually. But, you don't really need it, you actually don't use it specifically, but you do use the theories. It really helps.
CS pretty much covers, depending on the school, basic programming (Java, C, VisualBASIC, etc), basic and advanced networking, troubleshooting, OSs (Windows, Linux, UNIX), IT management, database management (ORACLE, PHP, MySQL), web management. But, I'm just doing a Bachelor's in something I'm good at. Easy degree, basically, if I weren't so lazy. The job market is saturated with CS graduates, though. So, whatever you wanna do. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| It's okay, I guess. Not really much to weigh a portfolio on, but nice for a few laughs, I guess. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Fine, then I apologize for being a bitter old hag. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| It's not so much a donation as it is, here's our old one, we have a new one. And, not so much a donation as it is, we're the US Government, and we're confiscating this for our use.
As long as the situation didn't turn into a all-out riot resulting in a prison lock-down, they were fine. The issue had to be remedied quickly and as quietly as possible. He took position on the roof of a building across from the bank, trained his sniper rifle through the front doors. The cameras inside the facility reported a single inmate, armed with a rifle, a downed prison guard, and several other inmate "hostages". "Base, this is Lieutenant Smith, we have an officer down, permission to fully dispose of inmate?" He moved his rifle sight over the inmate's head. "Granted." One single deadly shot, and the day was forced back to normal. However, this always resulted in a partial lock-down, closing down the entire block and surrounding blocks to create a neighborhood lock-out. Seemed like no one would be receiving their mail or going to the bank that day. Or the gym, grocery store, internet cafe, apartment complex, and everything else in the nine-block radius. |
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