Ego Terrorist

Ego Terrorist!

Gatling Gun

World Domination

Well I'm sat down, does that count as being under 5 foot tall? The next person to post will be kidnapped by ninja-space pirates right after they post claiming that my prediction didn't come true and that they havn't been kidnapped by ninja-space pirates.

Rain, wind, cold.

Hmm...I think this quiz is wrong. It says I'm 28! I'm still 19! Ah well...

<RANT> I say we take out both the chicken and the frog. Especially the frog. The frog must die. All traces of that annoying ringtone, tune - everything, must be purged and burnt. That is the most annoying thing ever. It was amusing the first time I saw it (in a "WTF?" kinda way) but now I just want to throttle those behind this evil. </RANT>

Nope, I ain't wearing red pants. I predict that the next person who posts will explode in a particuarly gory yet funny way.

Wahey! Tammy's back!

"Here's to you kiddo." Yorke then raised his mug to salute her and drank from it. He'd finished the autopsy on Private Rebecca Stalk about half an hour ago, the report was finished and Yorke was now alone in the sick bay's mortuary, where bodies were stored and where the autopsy's would be performed. Most of the medical staff were off duty, a few doctors and nurses, were on duty in the sickbay, but none of them needed to come down to the mortuary, hence it was deathly silent, even the noise from the ships engines were muted, as if in respect of the dead. Stalk had been a fairly good medic, nothing special, but she did her job well enough. Now she was dead. Yorke shook his head and took another look at the report, it had been archived to the ships computer and forwarded to the CO and XO. It didn't make pleasant reading, but it detailed his autopsy findings. With a full medical staff Yorke had a good few assistants to help him with the autopsy's, and once it was finished he sent them off early, he'd be able to finish up on his own, he'd done it enough times. "Excuse me Doctor." "Oh hey Tony." Said Yorke, as he took another sip from his mug, Tony was one of the Nurses on duty tonight a good lad, inexperienced though. He took the file that Tony offered. "This the preliminary report on the Aquatoids?" He said as he flicked though it scanning the pages, it seemed to be the report, it would need signing and then the proper autopsy would have to be performed. "What you drinking?" Asked Tony a little puzzled about the odd contents of the mug. "Hm?" Yorke looked into the mug and then signed the report. He'd take a more though look through it tommorow. "Whiskey." He noticed the look on Tony's face and then spoke. "My shift finished about half an hour ago." "What were up to earlier?" Yorke pointed to where Stalk lay. "Is that er..." "Yeah." Sighed Yorke, he then opened the one of the body freezers, where Stalk's body would remain, either until they returned to Earth,or until they made some funeral arrangement. He pushed the trolley with Stalk on it to the wall slid the tray with Stalk's body into the freezer and then closed the door, locking it and then finished off the remaining whiskey in his mug. Turning off his computer he then handed the folder back to Tony and then looked around the mortuary. "It never gets any easier." He said to himself. "Pardon sir?" Yorke made his way to the door, it was time to get some food. "It never gets any easier." He said out louder this time.

Airplane

Perhaps...perhaps there is a connection between the missing Tammy and the lack of a "We love Tammy" smilie... Yes... In the old XTC forums we always had both...and now that we are here *both* are missing... I smell a conspiracy...or is that my food burning... hmmm...either way we must have the Queen back! A search party must be organised! So...somebody organise...

Robin

Briefcase? Tammy? Or is it a Mini-Tammy?

Winter

Okay, so its my second topic of the day, so what, the OT forum looks a little bare. Anyway, you know the drill. But incase you don't, its simple, you post a word that you associate with the previous word. Which is why its called "word association game". Banana

As the unoffical and unelected leader of the We Love Tammy Club I declare the Love nest for Tammy and Co open to all! However I must ask the Moderators to update the smilies and put the We Love Tammy smilie back on the list of smilies! Until then we shall have to improvise! We Love You Tammy!

I am the Ego. The Ego Terrorist. I am the shadow, the voice in your head, the bringer of topics such as Word Association, the leader of the We Love Tammy Club, I am Ego-Incarnate. Okay...yeah well, in the real world I'm a 19 year old Philosophy student currently in Preston in the UK, and when I'm not there, I'm home in Cumbria, in the small village of Edenhall. I first stumbled across X-Com.co.uk about 3 or 4 years ago, and then I stumbled across a copy of the Collectors edition of X-Com in the bargin bin in PC World. And thus I took up residence in the forum. All I have to say about XTC - cheers Pete! Favourite Games - With most games I often find my self modding and patching a game until it reaches a point at which I love it to bits, and with some games I mod them until the game doesn't work properly. The first 5 are games that I always seem to come back to, the next set of games are my current favourites. X-Com CivIII (Conquests and PTW expansion packs, and the Bigger Better Worlds mod pack and the farm mod.) Operation Flashpoint. (Addons and Mods galore!) Master of Orion II Stars! Morrowind (I spent three full days playing it on my laptop.) Halo (Crap! How the hell did I miss such a good game!) Rome Total War FS2004 Splinter Cell Favourite Books. Nights Dawn Trilogy by Peter F Hamilton. (The Reality Disfunction, Neutronium Alchemist, The Naked God) - Excellent Series Saga of the Seven Suns by Kevin J Anderson. (Hidden Empire, Forest of Stars, Horizon Storms) - Not as good as the Nights Dawn Trilogy, but an enjoyable read. Drenai Saga - by David Gemmel (Search for them at your local bookshop, too many to list, but the first one was the best in my opinion http://www.drenai.com/ ) Starship Troopers by Robert A Heinlein. - Much better than the movie, but the movie was cool. The Forever War - a good read, worth picking up. RPGs Erm...Play By EMail Sims set in the Star Trek universe And X-Com Alliance Sim! Does Warhammer 40k Count? Favourite Sci-Fi: Stargate SG-1. It kicks ass. PC Games of 2005/2006 that I'm looking forward to are the following: Star War Knights of the Old Republic 2 Splinter Cell Chaos Theory Grand Theft Auto San Andreas Black and White 2 FALLOUT 3!! (OMG!!!) Battle Field 2 Operation Flashpoint 2 (2006) X2: The Return (When the hell did the whole Strategy Core thing happen?!)

Just remember this: - Nobody really leaves XCAS. But whatever you get upto, good luck with it! Also its been a pleasure simming with you, and hopefully you'll return to sim with us in the near future! Anyway! TTFN

"I know you." The whethered face, hollow eyes, a few scars the face he'd once known had aged now, the face was now harder but yet it retained some of that familar warmth and jovial nature that it had a number of years ago. "Mirror, mirror on the wall..." Said Yorke at his reflection in the mirror. He took his razor blade and began to shave off the beard that he'd tried growing. ~4 days after the Patton had Returned.~ ~Ned Yorke's parents house~ The letter of resignation, he'd hand this to the Colonel once he'd came back from his leave, he'd had enough. "Mum! I'm going out to visit an old friend" Yelled Yorke up the stairs, collecting his jacket and the letter he made his way over to the door and left the house. It was going to be a long walk to his friend's house, (He'd had to search for the address from one of the postal databases.) and Yorke didn't feel the need to call a taxi, he could take care of himself and the chance to have some time to himself was what he wanted. A number of pointless thoughts entered into his mind as he walked down the streets, the most pointless of all was this urge for choclate covered rasins. He hadn't had them in years, but where to get them? Orange Juice as well, he'd need to buy some he'd finished the last few drops off this morning. Next he started wondering about the books he could write about the research he'd done out there, but that would probably never happen as X-Com would classify all of the research material. X-Com... Once his letter of resignation was handed in he'd apply for a position of a GP or...perhaps even apply for a position in a university, perhaps a medical school teaching undergraduates. ~1 and a half hours later~ Yorke had arrived in suburbia, which wasn't where he'd expected to of found his old friend. A pleasent well structured place, every house the same except for the individual owners little touches to them, gardens, swings, ponds and water features, bushes and small trees. A perfectly pleasant world. Secure and free from the troubles of the city, though it wasn't that secure and safe, each house had a house alarm clearly visible and security cars patrolled along regular routes. His heart started to pulse faster as he stopped outside number 34. The garden was well trimmed and neat, pebble dash driveway with a people carrier sat on it. He strode up the pathway to the door and knocked. His breathing rate increased as his pulse did, he could feel sweat forming on his brow, he hadn't felt this way since he last knocked on her door. Clair Exton opened the door and looked at the gentleman stood in front of her. "Yes can I help you?" "Clair?" Yorke smiled at her recognising the woman who'd occupied his mind for the last 6 years, the thought of seeing her was the only thing that kept him sane and kept him going though the hard times he'd faced. "Yes, do I know you?" The face did seem kind of familar but she didn't know anybody that had such a weathered face or had scars on their face, she didn't associate with those kinds of people. "It's me." Yorke spread his arms out and looked straight into her eyes. Clair frowned as she struggled to place a name to the face. "Ned?" It couldn't of been him, but it was the only other name left that she could think matched the face. Yorke just nodded his head and smiled. Just as he was about to say something another man's voice called from inside. "Who is it dear?" Clair looked apologetically at Yorke and then to her wedding ring. Yorke saw this and spoke. "You're married..." "Yes." Said Clair, looking to either side of Ned but never at him. "I thought you had died when the Patton crashed into the surface of Mars...I said my last goodbyes to you at the memorial service...I thought I'd lost you...Marvin and I met four years ago...and we got married two years ago...we've got a son." Yorke held back the tears. Once again life had screwed him over. He forced a smile and took a step back. "I'm happy for you." He said looking to the floor. "I really am." "Ned..." "Look I've gotta get going. My flight leaves in a couple of hours. It was nice to see you one last time." He said, then without a word he turned and left, walking briskly up the path and onto the pavement. Pulling out his palm computer he called a taxi and then booked a seat on the next flight out of London. Clair sighed, her eyes followed Ned as he walked alway, his head hung low in defeat. "Oh Ned..." She started to feel the tears welling up in her eyes as he walked away and out of sight. Feeling a tug at her trousers she looked down at her son and smiled. "Hello Ned." She crouched down and hugged him. And then looked up and saw her husband. "So who was the mysterious caller?" He said with a warm smile on his face. "Oh..." She looked at their son. "...It was Ned." ~Present~ His face shaved and clean he rubbed his chin and put his shirt back on, he then reached for his jacket and searched in the pockets looking for where he'd left his keys. He stopped looking as his hand grasped an envelope deep in one of his jackets inside pockets. He carefully pulled it out and opened it. It was his resignation letter. Looking to it thoughtfully he put it into his pocket. Stepping out of his small bathroom and back into his office. He sat down at the desk and re-read the letter one last time before he screwed up the letter and threw it into the bin. Just as the crumpled up ball landed in the bin one of the new members of his medical staff walked in...a guy called...Jostein. "Doctor Yorke, we're now underway." "Yes I know." Yorke had felt the Patton accelerate as it began to move towards the gate. 6 years of trying to figure a way back to Earth...and now he was leaving Earth once again and returning with the Patton back to the Ascidian space, back to the front line. <<And there we go, Yorke is (as per-usual), locked up in his office>>

London, England Home... Yorke knocked on the door, three dull wooden thuds, there was a door bell and a intercom, but his parents never liked those things. "They're probably not in." He mumbled to himself. He turned and started walking along the path to the road. "Excuse me?" Yorke half turned, the familar voice was one he'd known all his life. "Ned?" His father stood looking as if he'd seen a ghost. "Hey dad." From inside the house Ned heard his mother shout something to his father. "Louis, who is it?" Then she appeared at the door next to her husband and stood stareing at her son. "Oh my god! Son!-Ned you're alive?" "Yeah." Yorke smiled nervously but remained fixed where he stood. "What happened?" Asked his mother, from the looks of it news that the Patton had returned hadn't reached his family, though that wasn't much of a surprise given that they hardly watched the news. "Why were gone for so long? Where?" Yorke not knowing what to say and not wanting to lie to his parents told the truth. "We got stranded." "Fiona, Ned here doesn't want to talk about that." Then he turned to his son and waved him to come over. "Why don't you come in son." Inside the room seemed to of not changed in the slightest, paintings, the way things were organised, everything seemed to of remained the same. In fact some things whereever he went seemed to of hardly changed. But yet things felt different. "So...how is everyone?" "You're aunt Chrissy passed away last year, cancer, but other than that everyone else in the family...will be so please to hear that you're safe." His dad sat in the couch opposite the couch that Yorke sat in. Soft, plush, warm couch...a change from the cold, hard, metallic, military issue seats that he'd sat in. Yorke just nodded and accepted his cup of tea from his mother. The akward silence was eventually broken by his mother. "What are you going to do now?" Yorke leant back in his seat, it was...nice...to be back with his family. "I'm going to resign, I've...seen enough." He stopped before his voice would start to crack, took a sip of tea to calm his nerves and then took a deep breath. "Become a GP or something." He hadn't told anybody on the Patton of his plans, mainly because he never had any plans he never expected to survive or return home. His mother and father beamed at that their son was finally home and was going to stay. "Thats great news! Wonderful" It seemed as if his mother would jump out of the seat at any moment now. "Things will be just like what they were before." "Yeah." Yorke was starting to warm up to the idea, a chance to move on and put the...horrors of the past behind him, to forget and to forge a new future. "Look, I know I just got back, but I'd like to catch up with some friends, see what I missed and stuff like that." Yorke rose from his seat and smiled. Both his parents rose from their seats as well and then one after the other they hugged him, they said there goodbyes, secure in the knowledge that this time their son would return home. London, Blake Shopping Center Yorke wandered through the crowds, as if in a daze, recalling memories, trying to remember the faces of those who'd died on his watch. The worst of all was the fact that Ko had died...so close to getting home (Ko is not dead, he's too evil for that. - DH, editor). Yet some how Yorke had gotten home, and ever since they'd returned to Earth he'd wondered. - Why me? Everywhere he went he recoginised things and noticed that things seemed to of in 6 years changed very little, but yet things were different now...people around him got on with their lives, their simple lives, buying things, working, travelling, loving, raising a family. All the while ignorant to the rest of the universe. They were just bags of blood, bones and guts, leading painfully happy lives, secure in the knowledge that others killed to allow them to go on leading their happy, short, and ultimatly pointless existance. Envy and jealously was a potent emotion. He was envious and jealous of everyone that was around him. He'd desired nothing more than to become another member of the herd, leading a simple life bumping and pushing, laughing and crying. Perhaps he could, by putting X-Com behind him he could move on and become a human being again, another productive member of society. Then every type of alien Yorke had encountered thoughout his life stepped out of the crowd and surrounded Yorke, the crowds carried on walking around milling about doing their things oblivious to what was going on, Yorke tried to yell something but he couldn't form any sort of words. Running Yorke bolted for the nearest exit, but no matter how fast he tried the aliens, Muton's, Sectiods, Etherals, Chrysallids, maintained a perfect circle around him, Yorke then reached for his holster and in it was a pistol, it was his only means of escape, he couldn't out run them, he couldn't out gun them, so he turned the pistol on himself and pulled the trigger. Yorke sat up suddenly, panting and sweating, trying to figure out what had just happened, looking around he the room he saw no aliens, just things from his childhood, he'd visited the Blake Shopping Center earlier in the day, and he must of returned home and climbed into the bed from he was a teenager. Panting for air he spoke quietly but firmly. "Just a nightmare...just a nightmare." OOC - Just another weirdly twisted and screwed up post from your loveable Doctor (More to come soon!)

Well personally I don't like to think of it as 'leaving' its more of a...er...inability to sim...but if the opportunity does arise then I shall make my swift and impromptue (sp?) return...but till then I shall post in the forum RPs...honest!! (But firstly I must get my USB pen drive to work...mmm 128MB of thingyness...) ( lol!!! )

If an over haul of the website is needed then I am available plus able and willing to give it a shot at pulling together a new format (don't look to me about keeping updated mind! ), but don't expect any fancy coding, I can whip together some decent graphics and a cool looking webpage but none of this fancy new-age hippy php stuff (so if you want php then find someone who knows it As for recruitment issues, I think its time we looked outside of the X-Com community, there is a massive role-play community and if we advertise, we might get lucky and interest a few gamers to X-Com, they may not know much about the game or the background but then it's not absolutly nessecery. Anyway, I'm tired, and I think an early night is in order, but yes, we really could do with some fresh blood to bring to the boil. And thanks Nick for the suggestions and to everyone else who has offered suggestions and such like, if anybody else has any suggestions then please post it.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! STUPID EFFING COMPUTER!! ARGH!!! I'LL EFFING SHOW YOU WHO'S IN EFFING CHARGE ON THIS EFFING COMPUTER!!! I know your game, I know that the 'evil one who's name cannot be spoke out aloud in these hallowed walls'. BILL GATES!!! WROTE BUGS INTO WIN98SE and all other MicroEVIL programs so that you could drive me mad! But I'll show you! I'LL SHOW YOU!! Soon I'll uninstall all the programs on you, my computer, and then I'll back up my important docs to CD...then I'll clear out all of the files in 'MyWork' and then you'll be on your own...just Windows 98SE and me...and then the fun will begin....oh yes it will...I'll start deleteing files in the Windows folder. Oh yes! I will! I'll start with the non critical stuff...like screen savers and back grounds and solitare...then I'll move up to the hard stuff....dlls, System and System32 folders...then if you're still working and havn't crashed I'll delete some .exes and watch you scream!! mwhahaaha HAAHAHAHAHA MWHAAAAAHHAAHA! And once you're dead, I'll format you, but not once, three times...then I'll partition your hard drive...and I'll install Windows 98SE and Linux MWHAHAHAHA! and the people that know think I'm insane!!! I'll show them and I@ll show BILL GATES THE SPAWN OF A REAL EVIL thingy...and just to make doubly sure that his evil hacking agents can't break my precioussssssss....I'll buy Norton Internet Security and then I'll laugh as they bash against my firewall! .................... .................... .................... *deep calming breaths* Damn that feels good, better than screaming or breaking my wireless keyboard. I'm quite sane don't worry, but tiredness, mixed with a sticky warm (thunder tonight I reckon) and an impossible number of crashes in one day has made me stress to the point of wanting to break things. But yes, when I get the opportunity, I'm going to format this swine (three times) and I'll reinstall everthing and I might include Linux (can't be arsed to fork out for XP) But not before I put this computer through torture ...stress...computer rage...illegal operations...ack!

I do aye, I'll log on with it tonight just to blow the cobwebs off trillian and have a chat with various random people!