STSF Seiben

all of my costumes have been pretty traditional. Though one Halloween I dressed up as Igor. But, I do not celebrate Halloween anymore.

I'd open up my own bar by the beach on Risa. :)

South Park And don't be dissing hockey, eh?

They do.. Bacon Mushroom Cheese Melt. XFL

Biggie size

ROFL. Yeah, nice log, eh?

Hershey's

The Tick

And? B) There doesn't seem to be any problems with Hotmail. Perhaps if you be a bit more specific?

condiment

Texas

Hate to burst your bubble, but no.. you won't become the Captain by killing your own Captain, even in our Klingon sim. You'll just have to get there the old fashiobed way. B) As for your own ship, you'd just have to start one up in another forum. :) We don't give out ships in here. :P Anyways... Hey! Welcome to STSF! Ahh, do be sure to read the Tips from the Moose, the help section and Schedule section to help familiarise yourself on how we play, and htips to graduate and when the acads take place. Goodluck in your STSF career, and hope to see you around. :D

::Rubs hands:: Yes, it should.. Mua ha ha! B)

Uh huh.. and isn't that what the Red Star website is for? B)

Ahh IMHO, the PS-3 will continue Sony's domination of the video game console market. I've been hearing alot of good things about the Play Station 3.

Coke

Or Cincy for that matter... I really need to start watching football again. <_<

Then can't you disable your firewall for whem you want to sim? That's weird though. I have NAV 2005 and Norton Internet Security and I have no problems getting into the room

Ahh Eagle, read up and you'll see that Fred will inform players of the roster on Sunday <_<

big ears

Beast Wars (or "Beasties", as it was called in Canada) was another one of those Transformers reincarnations. That's the one where the Autobots, or Maximals were forest animals, and the Decepticons (Predicons) were dinosaurs or arachnids. <_< And yes, it was 90s.

No, I can't say that I remember a cartoon like that, and I know most of the 80s cartoons too. Hmm.. ::shrugs::

"Survivor Man?" Log entry 03: SD 10510.14 Pierre ran like he never did before. Amidst the klaxons and flashing red lights of the dying Raeant, Pierre finds his goal. The great ship lumbers and lurches from another explosion. It sounded nearby, so Pierre starts to double time it. Crap! Why'd I have to get myself seperated from Dr. Matthews? Thought Pierre. She and some ordierlies were just in front of him one second and gone the next. He had no idea where she went off to. But there's no time to think of that now. In the darkened corridors of the Raeant, Pierre knows that the old ship doesn't have long to live and he needed to get his butt of this ship tout de suite. Making a mad dash to the escape pod, Pierre opens the hatch and clambers in. He waits and lets the other five people running to the pod in too. Pierre recognised none of them. He's been onboard the Raeant too short to get to meet any of these people. Pierre moved himself over to the cockpit controls and started the pod up. "Is everyone in? Fasten your seat belts, cuz here we go!" he told his passengers. With a press of a button, the pod lurched to life and shot out of the pod bay like a canon sending the pod a safe distance away from the Raeant. It was here when Pierre surmised the damage that was inflicted to the ship from the fleet of enemy Holoships. It was very extensive, and quite possibly beyond repair. He gasped in surprise when Deck 4 blew out in sucession like a domino effect. Throughout the ages of sapce travel, harking to the days of Pirate ships on Earth in the mid 18th Century, the sight of seeing one's ship go down in flames was the worst sight a sailor could see. Though Pierre had only been on the Raeant a few short months, he felt as if a part of him was going down with it. "Sir, there's a nearby planet 50 000 kilometres away from our location. Class-M and safe to land there." said the crewman looking at the sensors. "Very good" replied Pierre. "So that's where we're going to head. I'd say most of the pods will land there too, so we;ll follow them so we can land together" Pierre counted about five pods in front of him with more coming to his rear. Bracing himself and the pod through the planet's atmosphere, Pierre quickly and efficiently touched the pod down close to the others. "End of the line" Pierre said as he opened the pod hatch. Tha air was fresh and a forrestrial. Pierre got out of the pod and took out his tricorder, also making sure his phaser was there on his waist fully charged. One had to be careful on explored planets. "Alright. Stay close and let's see if we can find anyone else here" he told his party. Pierre looked around the strange and unfamiliar planet, hoping he'll find someone he knows, wondering where they are what's out here hoping that he'd come out of this alive.

It's a bird... It's a plane... It's a Seiben!