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  • You scored as Form III: Soresu. Form III, the �Way of the Mynock," was inspired by the need to deflect Blaster bolts. It is very defensive; it has no aggressive qualities. Form III utilises motions occurring very close to the body to achieve a nearly total protection, efficiently expending as little energy as possible to execute those moves. This technique exposes as little body target zone open areas as is possible, making a well-trained practitioner nearly invincible. Testimony to this is the fact that Ben Kenobi, a Form III master, only falls when he chooses to let Darth Vader kill him.

    Form II: Makashi

    100%

    Form III: Soresu

    100%

    Form VI: Niman

    100%

    Form VII: Juyo/ Vaapaad

    92%

    Form V: Shien

    58%

    Form IV: Ataru

    50%

    Which Lightsaber form would you use?
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  • The Hoff

    When The Berlin wall came down...



    When Spongebob needs to return to Bikini Bottom post haste...




    When you're not sure whether the next code number in a sequence is a 6 or a 9?




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    As we used to say in those twilight days of Love2Learn!




    No Hasslehoff!


  • History and Society

    The Harlequins are a faction of the Eldar, and the most enigmatic of that mysterious race. They roam the Webway,
    fighting Chaos and its influence. Their sole purpose is to seek out
    Chaos and destroy it wherever they can, and Chaos is their most hated
    enemy.


    Harlequins must pass a trial known only as The Ritual
    upon initiation into a Harlequin band, and this ritual is said to free
    them of the fear normal Eldar have of Slaanesh, the Chaos god of
    pleasure. This is why they need not wear a waystone when they travel in
    the Webway, and do not have to endure the tiring soul-draining that
    other Eldar endure when in the Webway for prolonged periods of time.
    Note: This is from the most recent incarnation of the Harlequins, in
    the third edition of the game. In the second edition, they did wear
    waystones.


    Harlequin lifestyle is very like the life of a roaming mime or troubadour
    of the medieval times. They wander the Webway and occasionally appear
    at Eldar settlements: on a Craftworld, on Commorraugh, on an Exodite
    Maiden world. They perform dances for the spectators there: Masques, as
    they are sometimes called. Their artistic works portray the Fall, the
    legendary decline that destroyed the Eldar, the birth of the Chaos god
    Slaanesh, and many other tales from the long history of the Eldar.

    Way of War


    Equipment

    The
    Harlequins are highly accomplished warriors, each Trouper, as their
    warriors are called, almost a one-man close combat army. They are
    already graceful and lithe from their lifestyle and dances, they
    augment their prowess with so-called 'flip-belts' that generate a small
    anti-gravitic field around them and allow them to leap unnaturally
    high. They also wear 'holo-fields' and 'masks of fear'. Holo-fields are
    a sophisticated substitute for armour: whenever the Harlequin moves,
    their image is shattered into a cloud of crystal shards that dance and
    swirl around with vigour proportional to the speed the Harlequin is
    moving.


    The Mask of Fear is a small holographic device worn
    like a mask. It projects daemonic visages and scenes of death onto the
    mask and has a short-range psychic amplifier which increases enemies'
    sensitivity to fear and despair. Other versions of the Mask of Fear
    include the Rictus Mask, which projects an aura of death in the general
    vicinity of the wearer, or the Dread Mask, which senses an enemy's
    worst fears and displays them on the mask, along with a more potent
    psychic amplifier like the ones used on the Masks of Fear.


    Harlequins
    are also noted for their brutal combat weapons. The most gruesome of
    these is the Harlequin's Kiss. The Harlequin's Kiss resembles a
    sharpened tube, tapering to a wicked point, fixed to a warrior's
    forearm. The tube is actually filled with monofilament wires. When the
    Kiss is punched into a victim, the wires uncoil and flail around,
    slicing the victim apart from the inside. Less disturbing is the
    Stormglove (or Riveblades). The Stormglove is basically a Harlequin
    adaption of the power weapon used by the humans. It is a set of blades
    worn on the forearm, or more typically, on the hand as a glove.

    Death Jesters

    Harlequins have no heavy weapons or tanks,
    save for the Death Jesters. The Death Jesters are the heavy specialists
    of the army, carrying an array of weaponry, from the morbid Shrieker
    Cannon, to the tank crushing bright lance, to the deadly Eldar missle
    launcher. The Shrieker Cannon is the trademark weapon of the Death
    Jesters, as only they create and maintain them. They are a variant of
    the Shuriken Cannon, but instead of firing a hail of projectiles,
    they fire only a single shot. This shot is impregnated with a virulent
    acid that causes the victim's blood vessels and insides to expand
    violently. This usually results in a small explosion that showers
    squadmates with pieces of their companion.

    Solitaires

    The most chilling of all the Harlequins are the Solitaires, for little is known about them even amongst the Eldar.
    The Solitaires are solitary individuals who roam the Webway, seeking
    out Eldar they think might be talented enough to join a Harlequin
    troupe. Their most startling characteristic is that they are doomed to
    go to Slaanesh when they die. Thus, Cegorach (the Laughing
    God) must trick the chaos god in order to regain possession of the
    Solitaire. Whenever Solitaires are with a Harlequin band, they prefer
    to distance themselves from the others. On the extremely rare occasions
    when a Solitaire performs, he or she takes the part of Slaanesh
    and the Harlequin troupe will perform the legendary tale of the Birth
    of the Great Enemy-the greatest and most dangerous of all Harlequin
    masques. It is claimed that others have tried to take on the role of Slaanesh
    and died or been driven insane. One is considered cursed if one
    exchanges words with a Solitaire. The Solitaires show no sign of
    emotion, either with other Harlequins or on the battlefield. Psykers
    are known to be very depressed in the presence of a Solitaire. The
    mental node of the alien is obviously disturbing to them. Psychic
    attacks on Solitaires will fall short, and weapons which attack the
    enemy's mind, such as the neuro-disruptor, will simply have no effect.
    This leads to many imperial scholars to believe that the solitaire
    posess no soul at all. It is said that the oldest and most powerful
    Solitaires become the dreaded guardians of the Black Library.

    The Black Library

    It
    is not known where the Black Library is, only that it is a "dark
    Craftworld". We also know it was very far away from the center of the
    Eldar Empire, where she who thirsts was born. It was to the Black
    Library that the Eldar carried their knowledge, in the wake of the
    Fall, when the galaxy itself writhed in agony and their race died.
    There, the grim secrets of the Gods of Chaos lies. There are the names
    and deeds of the Traitor Legions. There, hidden in the deepest shadows,
    lies the truth of the Fallen Eldar. There rests the record of the dark
    soul of man and Eldar, the truth of the terror which the galaxy may yet
    become. Only rarely do the Eldar allow Inquisitors to enter the
    library. In Abaddon's 13th black crusade Ahriman (chief librarian of
    the thousand sons) attempted to take the library. However, he was
    stopped by the Harlequins. Harlequins have a greater understanding of
    the Warp and its effects than any other Eldar, so the Black Library
    could potentially be in the Warp, in the real world, or somewhere in
    between.





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  • Hey Now!

    Gimme the ring, kissed and toll

    Gimme something that I missed (gimme the ring)


    A hand to hold, wild and what it seems(gimme the ring)


    Kill the king, when love is the law,


    And the wel turn round... (gimme the ring)


    Gimme dream child


    And do you hear me call? (gimme the ring)


    On the loan and on the level


    ...still on the floor (gimme the ring)


    Sing dream child


    And do you hear at all?




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    (sing)


    (sing)


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing...




    Gimme siren, child and do you hear me?


    Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?


    Sing, child, of right and wrong


    Gimme things that don last long


    Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?




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    (sing)


    (sing)


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing...




    On daze, like this


    In times like these


    I feel an animal deep inside


    Heel to haunch on bended knees


    Living on if and if I tried,


    Somebody send me... please...


    Dream wars and a ticket to seem


    Giving out and in


    Selling the don belong


    Well, what do you say


    Dou have a word for giving away?


    Got a song for me?




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    (sing)


    (sing)


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me


    Hey now, hey now now, sing...




    I got nothing to say I ain said before


    I bled all I can, I won bleed no more


    I don need no one to understand


    Why the blood run hold


    The hired hand


    On heart


    Hand of god


    Floodland and driven apart


    Run cold


    Turn


    Cold


    Burn


    Like a healing hand


    Like a healing hand


    Like a healing hand


    Like a healing hand




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    -Sisters Of Mercy - This Corrosion-

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  • The Girl Who Loved Powerglide...

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    Or.

    Alternatively titled:

    "The Girl upon whom all Powerglides cruel mysogynies were taken out."

    Ummm...

    *ponders some semi-cycles*

    Myspace and Xanga are playing up major bainer non-gainers...

    So...

    The intermittant posessions by (Fictional) Transformer Archetypes has ceased...

    So...

    What was I going to do?

    Oh yeah, Friday Night Project with...

    *Jessie Wallace*

    And...

    *Nana Moon*

    What? On? Earth? Was? The? Brit? Awards? About?

    James Blunt just reminds me of Napoleon Dynamite...

    *bless 'im*

    Kanye West saves the universe for a few seconds before Coldplay after playing some raucus din win the big award say they are going away for a while and:

    "...mean it..."

    *Grumble Grumble*

  • GR8 R0B0T ACT10N

    "The prep for the movie is going well. The military looks like it is going to support the film which is a big deal in giving the movie scope and credibility. The Pentagon has always been great with me because I make our military look good.All the posts and talk about the original voices --- could we just let it rest for a while? I heard everyone, I'm thinking about it. We are reinventing how the robots look, transform and move - Remember these are the most realistic Transformers you will have ever seen. They have to fit completely into the human world to make this live action film credible. I have shown the animatics and some of the hundreds of drawings - TO THE MOST RELIGIOUS OF FANS - they tell me they are "mind-blowing" and "take it to a level they never considered" - I guess that's good? Time will tell.Believe me I respect the fans. But I just want you to give me a chance because I'm working with some really talented artists to create this vision. But it is a vision that allows for growth, change, improvement and surprises. Looking back at the history of Transformers, remember there has been tons of change and improvements over the years.I'm working on third act action, and if you could - what would you imagine for great robot action?Talk to you soon,All the best, Michael"

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    *Michael Bay's Speakings*

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  • Gelukkige Day After Val-Hal-Allah-Tines Dag!

    Whilst down in Cornwall last week I met many beautiful people, the not least of them being Ozz .



    I think it was my first night down there, we, that is Choo, Molly, Dom,
    Ollie, Phillip, Seanie and I, were walking back from the Corn Exchange
    when soon we hailed and were joined by a most beautiful goatee laden
    babyface.




    The others they called him Ozz.




    *smiles*




    I will call him De Bozz...




    When we returned home, and were soon joined by Martin, Coffee and Guiness were laden upon all and much talking ensued.




    Suddenly, like a bolt of blue eyed lightening De Bozz has deftly swept from his chair to the P.C.




    Moments later, much shining light giggles broke out, as De Bozz, at the very least, introduced me to this:




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    *on we sweep with thrashing oar*




    I think you cpuld and would attest to this and agree... it is the
    greatest Flash ever known to cat, man or sleepy dozy cat-man type
    thing...




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  • And This Is My World


    Baby Go Home...


    Get The F*** Out of Here...



     


     

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    Long
    ago, approximately 25 MYBP (million years before present), in the past
    of the Quintesson merchant empire, an odd thing happened. Someone truly
    'good' was somehow born among them. He was a brilliant scientist, but
    his desire to use his technology to benefit all instead of to sell to
    the highest bidder, was cause for the Quintessons to see him as a
    criminal. The Quint, known as Primus, took a ship and exiled himself,
    landing far later on the planet of Cybertron.

    After
    reaching this planetoid, he took out the supplies he had taken with him
    on his ship, to continue his research. He found the asteroid to be rich
    in resourses; when he needed more, he went out in his ship and gathered
    what he needed. During this time, he built a supercomputer, Vector
    Sigma, as well as robotic creations.

    He
    programmed Vector Sigma as his greatest achievement. He gave it enough
    sentience to be able to create advancedly programmed robots, with
    personality core 'souls', as living and evolving as any soul of an
    organic being, and with just as much desire for freedom as any living
    being.

    After
    all this occurred, the Quintesson Empire locked its stranglehold down
    onto the planetoid, and to the robots. The Quintessons landed down and
    were greeted by the Cybertronians as friends, since they looked just
    like Primus. They took this to their advantage, using the naievity of
    the Cybertronians, asking them where to find Primus. The robots gladly
    told them, and the Quintessons had no trouble capturing Primus, while
    their covert ops specialists reprogrammed most of the guardians to obey
    only them.

    They looked over all of Primus's technology, and when
    he would not show them how to duplicate Vector Sigma or the robot
    creations, they put him on trial for his resistance to their way of
    doing things. This trial was, of course, a mockery of any known
    justice, merely a show for the Cybertronians of the might of the
    Quintesson Empire. Primus was about to be executed for his 'crimes'
    against the Empire, when five highly advanced unknown robotic
    constructs broke into the trial and took him, vanishing after.

    These
    constructs, known only thereafter as "The Five", are still a mystery to
    present day, it is unknown who they were, or where Primus was taken...

    *Where Primus Sleeps*