BSG
I also pass.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe? Zoe: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
Gaming 1: You are likely to be eaten by a grue
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billytea - Dec 09, 2010 11:06:23 am PST #8358 of 26134
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
megan walker - Dec 09, 2010 11:34:37 am PST #8359 of 26134
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
BSG
Cylon Tracking Device (10 PRB):
Destiny:
2 cards
Starbuck:
1 card
Chief:
0 cards
Adama:
0 cards
Baltar:
0 cards
Helo:
-t - Dec 09, 2010 11:41:08 am PST #8360 of 26134
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
BSG
It pains me but no cards
Liese S. - Dec 09, 2010 12:01:39 pm PST #8361 of 26134
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
BSG
If Destiny turns out to have been kind, I shall cry. In a manly way.
billytea - Dec 09, 2010 12:20:39 pm PST #8362 of 26134
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
BSG
If Destiny turns out to have been kind, I shall cry. In a manly way.
I make it about a 1 in 6 chance of being doubly positive, which means a 5 in 6 chance of being no real help or worse. No regrets, soldier! We make our decisions best we can and we stand by them.
megan walker - Dec 09, 2010 12:42:51 pm PST #8363 of 26134
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
If Destiny turns out to have been kind, I shall cry. In a manly way.
Of course, there's no telling what cards might have been played, but someone might want to have a hanky ready for Chief.
Final Tally Cylon Tracking Device
Destiny:
2 cards
Starbuck:
1 card
Chief:
0 cards
Adama:
0 cards
Baltar:
0 cards
Helo:
0 cards
Blue:
Green:
G1, G2
Purple:
Red:
R4
Yellow:
Positive:
4
Negative:
3
Total:
1
Result:
Fail!
Destroy 1 raptor; Add basestar to sector 1; Add 2 civvies to sector 4
-t - Dec 09, 2010 12:53:18 pm PST #8364 of 26134
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
BSG
Yup. Manly tears.
Liese S. - Dec 09, 2010 1:10:39 pm PST #8365 of 26134
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
BSG
A single manly tear. For the wanton destruction. I could have fixed her, you know!
billytea - Dec 09, 2010 1:26:27 pm PST #8366 of 26134
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
BSG
Hmm, my usual leadership techniques aren't working here. This calls for drastic measures. Both of you! Eyes focused on me, now! Stare... directly... into the Leaderhips. Watch their every motion... Feel your mind unburdening...
Now. Everything is fine. When you look at the basestar, you will not see a threat. You will see job security. A sense of calm and well-being is washing over you. There is only peace and leaderhips.
When I count backwards to 1, you will wake up. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Alright, soldiers? Get back to work now. We have a battlestar to run! t exits, humming "Paid the cost to be the boss"
Ensign 1: "Does-- Does he actually think that works?"
Ensign 2: "Hey, do you want to be the one to tell him otherwise? Anyway... It kind of puts your other problems into perspective, doesn't it?"
billytea - Dec 09, 2010 1:33:55 pm PST #8367 of 26134
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
BSG
Menawhile, kudos, Starbuck. You killed our jump icon and our raptor. Just for that, I'm cancelling your roller disco privileges. I don't know why I ever agreed to it in the first place, really. Only one pair of skates survived the Cylon attack, and they don't even fit me. What's the point if I can't break out my sweet dance moves and declare to the awe-struck crew, "That's the way your Admiral rolls!"?