Wrath of Man Puns

I've been replaying the whole series from the start (more details: https://www.reddit.com/r/commandandconquer/comments/cdhrtt/i_recently_decided_to_play_the_whole_franchise/) and I just finished Kane's Wrath today. C&C3 itself was pretty good, but I think KW had a more compelling story, similar to the older games in the series.

Man, that final mission, though. I thought I'd amassed a pretty overwhelming army -- 20 avatars, plus loads of stealth tanks and beam cannons, amongst other stuff -- but that GDI tank wave is absurd. How many of those sonic emitters do you need, guys? C'mon. It's been a while since a single confrontation took me so many attempts, and at one point I just had to fire off a nuke simply to clear a path through the turrets, zone units and juggernauts.

To whoever designed that mission: chill out.

Like TS and Firestorm, I enjoyed KW a whole lot more than the main game. I'm gonna take a lil break from the series to play other games, then I'll get on with RA3, C&C3 and Generals.

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Carcassonne [2] Only played a few times. Box came damaged - corner dings, a few seams are splitting. Tiles and meeples in perfect condition.

Khet 2.0: The Laser Game [4] Extra batteries for laser pointer pieces included

Lord of the Rings LCG Base set [4] Played once, girlfriend thinks it is too hard.

Lord of the Rings LCG Khazad-Dum Expansion [5] New in shrink

Pathfinder RPG Beginner Box [4] Opened, attempted a couple times. Not for me

The Walking Dead (Z-Man version) [4] Played twice

Revolution! [3] Box shows signs of wear, components in great condition.

Dungeons & Dragons: Wrath of Ashardalon [4] All cards sleeved, only played 3 scenarios.

The Da Vinci Code: The Quest for the Truth [3] Box tin has some scratches and old price tag sticker residue. Components in great condition.

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Quantum

Great Western Trail

A Feast for Odin

Five Tribes

Battlelore 2nd Edition

Dungeon Petz

Targi

Innovation

The Fox in the Forest

Concordia

Suburbia

CV

Tzolk'in

Fresco

Troyes

Patchwork

Sagrada

Tigris and Euphrates

Noch Mal

Ganz Schon Clever

Open to any other offers. Pictures upon request

Shipping from 59937 (Montana)

Pride led us in a back alley. "Tartarus isn't something one just brings up. You should know that." There was an awkward silence. Pride coughed. "You- you don't know, do you?" I shook my head. "Care to explain?"

Tartarus was a dark cult, worshiping the black arts and magic. According to Pride, they gave us form. Gluttony awoke outside the city we left. Pride and Lust woke in this area, known simply as the 'Wastelands'. Sloth awoke in the forest. Envy awoke far from here. But Greed awoke with me, but left after I did not. That is why I was alone. "Tartarus is looking for us Wrath. They'll kill anyone who gets in their way. This includes friends. Choose your friends and enemies wisely. Same to you Sloth." Pride said. He tapped his cane on the ground. "Anyway, I must be going. I need to talk with someone." He turned on his heel on walked away. "Where is Lust?" I called after him. "Wouldn't you like to know? She's here, like I just said." Damn Pride. You'd think he was Greed with how little he liked to give away. Sloth tapped me on the shoulder. "I can try to rent us a room at an inn, if you'd like." I almost took the offer. Then I thought for a second.

Do I have this world's currency?

Keist threw Sloth a small purse. It clinked in his hands. "Use it. That's all I've got on me." Keist said. Sloth walked off around the corner. I turned around. A click, and then I saw someone brandishing a knife. He started to say something, but I used a gravity spell to fling him against the wall, killing him on impact. I knelt down. Keist scoffed. "Are you really about to loot him?" I tapped his forehead, covered in blood. "Do you know Lust." Nothing. "Did he finally lose it?" Keist said to Angela. "Do you know the embodiment of Lust? If so, take me there." The body rose. Angela gasped. "He's alive?" I said nothing. It started walking out of the alley. I followed. It approached a large palace. A bolt whizzed through the air, and struck the body. I felt the connection fade away. "Go away. We aren't accepting beggars." Said a man in a watchtower, right outside the palace. I took another step. "Get back, unless you wanna get dead!" He took aim. "Angela, Keist, Get near me, now." I spoke. They did. A shot fired. It clinked off my barrier. He grumbled. "Damn magic. I need backup!" He climbed down. "Damn. Heads up, this is about to get serious." I told the two.

A slew of guards blocked us from entering. "Back up, mage." One said. The others made remarks about my appearanc

Where am I. Who am I?

These were the only thoughts in my head at my birth. It was a long time ago. Before man. But I was sealed away. When I woke, I was different. Still me, but I was a skeleton. The field was lush, green, and vast. The wolves were sniffing at my body. I swatted them away. They growled at me, and bared teeth. I looked at the small pond next to me. I saw my form for this generation.

I was a tall skeleton. With a bulky frame, like a bipedal bull. But my skull was that of a goat, with large, wicked, curling horns. There were small blue embers in place of pupils. My hands were clawed and wicked, like an eagles talons, with three digits per hand, and a thumb. I had a long, bony tail, like a dragon's. I looked to the wolves biting at my arms. What better clothing, then what you make yourself?

I wrapped my body in the wolf-skin cloak. It covered my whole body, save for my skull. I walked for miles, for days, blue eyes piercing through the night, casting long blue light to guide me like a lantern's glow. "Just comply you bitch!" Said a voice. I turned to see a light in the distance. Two men were strong-arming a young woman, no more then 20. She had bruises all along her body. I walked over to them. "Seaf, lets just leave her to die." The man asked his more brawny friend. The woman whimpered at his sudden grip. I clasped a claw on his shoulder. "The fuck-" He stepped away, releasing the woman. "The hell is that!" Seaf screamed. I raised a claw, bringing it down on his neck. His blood splattered onto the ground as he grabbed at his throat. "Disgusting." I growled. My voice was deep and gravelly. Fitting. The scrawny one scrambled back. "Stop! D-don't... What the fuck are you!" He cried as my claw raised. Something seemed to well up within me.

"4th Sin. I am Wrath." I said, cleaving him in two.

I looked to the woman. Some of the blood had gotten on her. She was gagged. They had been transporting her. I sliced the gag. I put a claw to my mouth. "Shush child. You are safe now." I said. I looked within me. Anything would do. I found a strange substance in my dark soul.

Dark Magic.

"Sleep, human." I said, tapping her forehead. She fell asleep. I picked her up and brought along with me for my long trek ahead. She wore a simple rag over her entire torso. I eventually found a lantern's light. It was a search party. They had pitchforks. I approached them. "Excuse me, but do you know this woman." I asked the man in charge. He stepped ba

It was large and the atmosphere was joyous. Keist walked over to a table a slapped a guy on the shoulder, who grinned, a held out his arm. The two locked hands, and set their arms on the table. I was puzzled at what they were doing. Then I saw him. A man with two other people. Both male humans, who looked extremely malnourished. The man was overly obese, with a wicked maw of sharp teeth.

Angela snapped her fingers. "Wrath? You there?" The... thing looked over to me. His aura was immense, but it seemed to be wanting. No, it was... hungry.

Gluttony. The 5th Sin of Man.

I walked over to him. He took a bite from the roast animal's leg. I say animal, because it definitely wasn't something I've seen before. "That's some aura you've got pal." He said with his mouth full of food. Keist strolled over. She had appeared to have won her... engagement? She motioned for me to follow. I walked forward towards Gluttony. Keist grabbed my shoulder. "Glust won't say anything unless you feed him. He's of no use." I looked to him. He didn't have a care in the world. "You'd forsake your given name?" I asked. Gluttony shrugged. "What do you call yourself?" I glared at him."Wrath. Like I should be called." Gluttony laughed. "You always were a hard ass." I sized him up. Every time I moved, he did too. Like he didn't want me to see something. "Gluttony?" He shook his pudgy head. "Not my name." "Gluttony. Is there something on your back, perhaps something you don't want me to see?" I asked. He turned around, which was almost infuriating to watch him struggle. There was nothing there. I pulled the back of the tunic he wore up.

There was a black tattoo. Like a flame mixed with a mouth. He pushed me away. "The hell Wrath?" He inquired. That tattoo was unfamiliar to me. But to Keist, it seems she knew it.

Knew it too well.

Don and Angela were right behind me. Don gasped. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm-" She threw him off into my arms. "Is she okay?" Angela asked him. "No, that tattoo belongs to the Man-Eaters, a group of many people from many different races, Demi-Human, Human, Orc, anyone. They all have one desire. Eat anything, and anyone that comes by them. Fitting this 'Gluttony' would be there too." Don said. He leaned over and whispered this next part. "The tribe also killed Keist's father. So her mother and her went out to look for him and... They found him, but Keist's mother was added to the menu. Poor Keist. I found her on the side of the road.

Gawd.

I wasn't even clocked in yet. I showed up early for my shift tonight, knowing we were going to sell out. So I'm in the doorway behind the desk, talking to my co-worker who is in the back. It's 10:39 which is 'technically' too early to lock the doors so people are coming in to check in and going out to get something to eat, smoke, go drinking. Whatever. I see a guest walk in out of the corner of my eye and I go to help- until he greets me with my name and I recognize the voice immediately. There is Mobile Man, sliding his I.D. to me, saying he has a reservation. I instantly slid it back and said " I'm sorry sir, but due to how you acted last time my GM has said that you're no longer welcome at our property," Mobile Man is mad, but he's the kind of mad that starts soft and slowly builds. He's asking what behaviour, what did he do/say? Then he starts saying it was because I didn't help him. I told him that he continuously cut me off and insulted me multiple times with profanities. Over an issue that no one would've been able to "help" you with. To which he asks for a manager. I take one of my GMs cards out from the desk and slide it to him telling him he's in at 9 on Mondays. Then I asked him again to leave the property. 5 seconds to get out of my doors, please. Then I took the phone and went to the back. To my surprise he seemed to leave quietly, however when my co-worker left she handed me about 20 of my GMs cards from off of the floor.

All in all it wasn't very climatic but it was decently amusing to see a grown man come back to the same hotel (twice!) that he said was shit, then get mad that he isn't allowed to stay here. Die mad, my guy. Die mad.

Edit: This is the last (whew) part of the No Exceptions post I made. I am not tech savvy and haven't figured out how to post links but the first parts are on my profile.

I just have a lot of games I no longer want and thought I'd try my luck. The games I want are very rare where I am and are very expensive online. This is my first post on this sub, so please correct me if I did anything wrong or if I should go to another sub, thanks!

Tron: Legacy

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“This you may know when the bombs plummet out of the black planes on the market place, when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the dust. You may know it in this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live—for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live—for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken. And this you can know—fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.”

John Steinbeck Check out this book on the iBooks Store: https://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewBook?id=357987870