Best posts made by SabotKick72
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RE: Worst Games
ET. Yes, I played it on the Atari 2600. My mom bought it for me as Birthday Present.
I never got past the first level, I'd fall into a pit and my counter would run out as I tried to head copter my way out.
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RE: MU*, Youth, and LGBT+ Identity
@Auspice said in MU*, Youth, and LGBT+ Identity:
'slow hot lips'
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RE: Dead Celebrities 2019
Eddie Money - Everyone knows 2 Tickets to Paradise. I loved 'I Wanna Go Back'.
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RE: RL Anger
@silverfox Seeing the Red Sox play in Fenway is one of my SO's dream/bucket list things. I was aiming to do the next best thing by taking her to the Ball Park in Arlington. Anyway, I had gotten Wed and Thurs off to take her to the game on Thursday. She had taken Thursday and Friday off. They told her in a meeting on Tuesday that all leave and vacation was cancelled unless it was an emergency.
She wouldn't let me call in and say Great Uncle Wally had passed away.
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BSG: Unification
Battlestar Galactica: Unification MUSH is set during the First Cylon War, 50 years prior to the series. William Adama is still a teenager, the 12 colonies of Kobol have only just recently united under a common banner, and the humans are losing the war.
The MUSH follows the adventures of the newly-christened Battlestar Galactica, leading Taskforce: Phoenix. Galactica is one of the first Battlestars to come out of the new Scorpian shipyards. Lacking time for a proper shakedown cruise, the crew must deal with its quirks in the heat of battle. They must also deal with each other, putting aside old rivalries and prejudices as they band together against a common enemy.
An enemy that, left unchecked, will annihilate them all.
http://bsgunificationmush.wikidot.com/ mush.aresmush.com port 7206
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RE: Desc Requests
This is the desc of it from frenchquarter.com. It'll at least give you something to start with for a desc to translate it into for your purposes:
Every quarter-hour, the thin peal of bells at St. Louis Cathedral calls saints and sinners, mostly the latter. They clang out a slightly off-key sound, as if they well know the offbeat rhythms of the neighborhood below them. The pulse of a circus atmosphere around the church pounds from hour to hour, as if to compete with the timbre of the sounds from the tower. The church stands sentinel, nether judging nor joining.
Inside, the aroma of ancient brick masonry greets the visitor. One thinks at once of an old French monastery, although stone is nowhere. The darkened entry gives way to a bright interior with painted surfaces everywhere. The eye is drawn to the great high Rococo altar, where gilded and fluted columns of the Corinthian order support a busy entablature. Two rows of wooden columns divide the church into nave and side aisles, with a mute upper gallery where, one imagines, crowds overflowed before Vatican II put an end to crowded churches.
Along the walls, St. Louis lives through stages in multicolored shards of artist’s glass and lead. Here he receives a blessing from St Blanche, his mother; there he marries. He builds a chapel, receives the crown of France, and departs for his first crusade across a wooden plank. Further on he visits a leper with lesions of hollow glass, and in the great lunette over the high altar Louis announces the Seventh Crusade. Overhead, St. Peter receives his shepherd’s staff from the Savior, surrounded by apostles, as the Father oversees the mission.