Was playing Seth and he got up attack into my side smash twice then sd easy 3 stock
Shamelessly stolen from this post; it makes me think that what if they actually do believe this and that it warrants investigation?
It was... dark. Xy'vina looked around as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. It helped that there were street lights around, but it was still much darker than she was used to.
"Is nighttime always so dark here?"
"Yes, why? Are you having trouble seeing?"
"I'm fine. My eyes just haven't finished adjusting yet."
Saying this, she walked right into the pole of a nearby lamppost.
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["Do you have any exercise equipment on this ship?"], Will asked, figuring that since he was awake anyway, he might as well start trying to burn off some of those extra calories he ate the other day. His watch told him it was still nighttime, but he did not feel sleepy anymore, so whatever.
["Exercise equipment? To exercise what?"], Qu'tuni replied.
["I don't know what kind of stuff you have here, but I will probably need to start training my legs if I want to be able to walk around on your planet. Do you have anything for that?"]
This seemed to confuse Qu'tuni. ["Why do you need equipment for that? I thought you could walk freely in low gravity without any assistance?"]
["That is the problem. It is too easy. I need to start getting used to heavier gravity again."]
This only confused Qu'tuni more. ["Then you need equipment to simulate a higher gravity? Why did you ask for exercise equipment then?"]
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"Are you sure you're fine?", Sarah asked as she helped Xy'vina get back up. She was trying very hard not to laugh at the situation. "I can go get a flashlight or something if it's too dark for you."
Xy'vina politely refused, saying her eyes were almost done adjusting.
Now, that on its own would not have stood out to Sarah, but it was starting to become a pattern. Every time Xy'vina looked like she was having trouble with somethin
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Hi,
People snagged up a fair amount of stuff from the first and second posts, so I'm tossing up new titles (no repeats).
As before, everything listed is a 7". The pricier stuff is up top while the $5 singles are down below. For every $25 you spend, I'll toss in one of the $5 singles for free (can be one from this post or either of the previous ones - feel free to mix and match). Everything ships via Media Mail from Boston. 1-5 records are a flat $4 to CONUS. Beyond that, add $1 per every 2 records. $10 minimum order, please.
Grading is conservative. Everything is VG+/VG+ unless otherwise noted.
Big Pink - Dominos $9
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Red Eyes and Tears (2x7", promo) $9
Camera Obscura - Let's Get Out of This Country (M/NM - factory-sealed) $15
SOLD Craft Spells - After the Moment
Cribs - Moving Pictures/Men's Needs (CSS Mix) - $7
Cults - Abducted (White) - M/NM (factory-sealed) $9
Deerhunter - Memory Boy (White) (VG+/VG) $7 Knocked the sleeve down to VG because they used a terrible glue on this run of records. Top seam needs to be re-glued.
Dirtbombs - Play Sparks $6
SOLD Fugazi - Furniture (Clear, first press)
Grinderman - Get It On (Single-sided, etched, embossed sleeve) $18
SOLD Hives - Hate to Say I Told You So (Gearhead, Black) (VG+/VG) Some ringwear to the back cover.
Microphones - Lanterns (Let Go of Everything) $11
SOLD Mind Eraser - Prodigal Son Brings Death (Black)
Eli Paperboy Reed - Satisfying/It's Easier (w/CD) $6
Ty Segall - Feel $10
Ty Segall - Mr. Face (2x7", Red/Green) $22
SOLD Kevin Shields/Jesus and Mary Chain - Lost in Translation (Clear)
Siouxsie - Into a Swan 1/2 - $12
Siouxsie - Into a Swan 2/2 - $8
Siouxsie/Creatures - An Evening With Siouxsie (2004 Tour 7") - M/NM Factory-sealed $45
Soft Moon - Parallels (White) $14
Sonic Youth/Beck - Pay No Mind/Green Light - $11
SOLD Sonic Youth/Jay Reatard - Hang Them All/No Garage
Spiritualized - Soul On Fire (Red) - $17
Spoon - I Turn My Camera On (Promo) $18
St. Vincent - Actor Out of Work/Bicycle (Promo) $18
Teenage Fanclub - God Knows It's True $10
Thee Midniters - I Found a Peanut (Norton Reissue) $10
Thee Midniters - Jump, Jive, and Harmonize (Norton Reissue) $12
SOLD Sharon Van Etten - Serpents
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“Vessel aboard.”
Grand Admiral Charl snapped to attention, his hand crashing into his forehead in a salute so violent he had to hold back tears from the impact. The abruptness of the motion was at odds with the calm, smoothly artificial voice of the loudspeaker announcement, but he was not the only one panicking.
After all, it’s not every day one’s job is evaluated by a god.
The Vessel of Ares strode onto the bridge. The stylized Grecian carbon fiber armor glinted dangerously in the pristine white light, sending brassy reflections dancing about the room. Charl held his salute until the Vessel stopped alongside him and acknowledged him with a nod.
“Admiral,” the Vessel said in a low growl. “Explain.”
The word echoed with a hundred implications. Explain the state of the war. Explain the nature of the threat. Explain why you failed.
Explain why I am here.
Charl cleared his throat. His heart seemed to want to pound straight through his rib cage and into the open air.
“Border skirmishes, my lord,” Charl said, spending at least half his effort on keeping his voice steady. “They’re a tribal people with whom we’ve briefly communicated but dismissed as a threat. Though we share a habitational archetype, they’re far more interested in interspecies warring than in outside encounters. Well, until now, of course.”
The Vessel stared at the dancing lights of the holomap in front of them. It did not speak.
“They united, apparently,” Charl explained. “Under the command of a… er… god of gods, as their leader is titled in their language.”
The Vessel tilted its head. “Gods, you say? There have never been other gods before.”
Charl ducked his head. “Apologies, my lord. That is the word they use. Our preliminary intelligence suggests it is a mere ceremonial title and not power manifested such as yourselves, but—”
“If I may,” a voice interrupted.
Charl seethed, grinding his teeth. “This is not the time for your theories, Captain. Apologies, my lord,” he said, turning from the insubordinate Captain Leer to the Vessel. “I will punish him appropriately at a later—”
“Let him speak,” the Vessel said, raising a hand. “I would hear his theory.”
“Thank you, my lord,” Leer said smoothly, taking another step forward. “It is my understanding that no other species has been able to manifest a shared belief in the same way as humanity. This pattern, however, was never bound to hold, particularly with humans being as… flighty… as they are. It is my belief that a subsec
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"Swill." Halvok said, the word punctuated by the sound of a ceramic mug shattering on the side of the mess haul. "I ain't been through seven Hells for the Cause just to have 'em nerf my go-juice."
Bera was unimpressed. As a general matter, she tended to be unimpressed by all things, places, people and actions. She found it made day-to-day existence less exciting. She preferred less exciting. Exciting things tended to result in death. Currently, she was not looking to die. That was subject to change, depending on what the next assignment was. However, not wanting to seem entirely unsympathetic to her colleague, she did offer him a sympathetic shrug. "The Cause is going to do what it wants."
The hulking man sighed and then fell into a chair beside Bera, grumbling.
"You think we get our posting today?" Bera, asked, looking to pull Halvok out of his gloom.
It was Halvok's turn to shrug. "Hard to say. Rumor is a new Hell opened up. Spinward. Supposed to be a real grinder."
Bera nodded at that. "Heard the same. Was hoping you'd heard different." She took a sip of her own coffee and winced. It was shit. That was the problem with the synth stuff. Leave it to the Cause to suck the joy out of every last bit of living. It was enough to get more than a few thinking rebellion. More than a spell had passed since the last time Humanity had taken a whack at snipping the collar around its neck; might be time to see if the Cause still had the strength to yank the leash.
"They're gonna get a real surprise if they try to put me out there." Halvok slammed a fist on the carbsteel table in front of him, making a sound a bit too much like a rifle sounding off for Bera's liking. "I ain't even had a proper retrofit on the parts that they fucked up installing the last time."
Halvok was a tank. It was a nasty line of business. Front of the line, soaking up whatever got thrown our way so people like her could set up and dole out death. Most tanks didn't make it through one hell, much less seven. Halvok had been patched up more times than she could count -- his medchart must fill a full mainframe by now -- and they kept sending him in.
Because he was the best.
As long as he was up front, she stood a good chance of coming home. But she could see it wearing on him. Just because you were living didn't mean you weren't leaving bloody pieces of yourself out there among the stars. Halvok had kept it together, hadn't gone Hellmad yet, but Bera could s
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