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[Zelnik]

WE need the game most of all

[Midnight Kitsune]

Yeah, I'd like to play it before my dad dies of old age

[Zelnik]

your demands are too much, you need to die yourself of old age first.

[cjuicy]

I'd love to have it before my eventual great grandkids get to die.

[Zelnik]

It's more ironic that the serious thread about our concerns was locked, but this one was left open.

I will have to write it in clay tablets so my descendents ten thousand years from now can chortle as they wait for .8a

[orost]

For every day without 0.8 I'm blowing up a food convoy headed to a starving planet.

[cjuicy]

For every day without 0.8 I'm blowing up a food convoy headed to a starving planet.

Well that escalated quickly.

[orost]

What is good motivational support if not a little virtual economic terrorism?

[cjuicy]

What is good motivational support if not a little virtual economic terrorism?

The glassing of heretic worlds as the Imperium of Man purifies its populace? Or perhaps the cackling of the Queen of Blades as the Swarm lays siege to Korhal? Or some other sci-fi past time.

[orost]

I don't know, those sound like fancy Domain pastimes. Out here in the Sector we have mostly food shortages and space malaria.

[Seth]

I never had space malaria

[orost]

Try living on Jangala when the space lasers break and space jungle starts growing out of your toilet

[AxleMC131]

Try living on Jangala when the space lasers break and space jungle starts growing out of your toilet

* space toilet

 

[cjuicy]

That is what space bug spray is for.

[Zelnik]

*In the grim darkness of the 41st Millenium, there is only pain, suffering and war. Somewhere in an ancient, long forgotten data vault on Holy Terra, a lone servo skull floats and interfaces with a terminal long forgotten to anyone alive for forty thousand years. This skull belonged to the last in a proud lineage of humans who's name will never be remembered, and retains nothing of who it was to take the joy in knowing that at last, .8a was released for the pleasure of the Machine God.