NDak

don;t gfor get the sunday late nights!...we've got cheese cake...two cases now...oh yeah and sushi!...anyway..back to the topic...you can also try out the one of the two non-federation sims, we have a Rihan (Romulan) sim and a Klingon sim...I suggest the Romulan one (hehe), the ranks are the same just different names, stop by some time and watch, also if you are interested monday nights with KBear and Bluroxx are often Rihannsu or Klingonesse (fvais!!)

call me dak...and I think i'll keep them thar lightin' bolts for my self

Looking through the old posts, I have decided that maybe A-( doesn't have lighting bolts...he just jas the topic blocker button ::D: ....hey a-9 where do i get on of them'thar thingy-ma-bobs

it could be worse, you could be carrien eaters :D

::ducks waiting for the lighting blots from mount olympus::

..she is going to have to get used to cannabalism...god only knows when those cursed Pandarians will return..::knocking on wood::

..Vulcan...even worse!

i thought i would get this out earlier so i woulnd't be inlcided in the beach party :wink: PERSONAL LOG Ensign Koshic L. N’dak, Ph.D. ASCI USS Arcadia Stardate 0309.24 >Begin Log Dear god my head hearts. Remind me never to use my telepathy like that again. ::the sound of moving boxes is heard:: Well I know there is something about a ‘party on the beach’ but I really don’t feel up to it. I think I am just going to stay here and move in some things ::the opening of a box is heard:: Well what do we have here, a bottle of Romulan Ale! Hot Digty, maybe it won’t be such a lonely night after all. ::the popping open of the bottle and pouring of the blue liquid is heard:: :I am not sure how to deal with that went on between myself and Mr. Jaruq, the potential damage done by such a probe could be damaging, I will have to find sometime later on to talk with him about it. ::he pauses to drink:: They weren’t kidding when they said this stuff was strong. ::he opens another box with lots of old relics from ancient civilizations:: Wow, Didn’t know how much of this I really had. Just look at this. I love this mask. ::he puts a elaborate mask on a stand on the dresser and takes another good drink:: I think I need a shower, but first another drink. ::he drinks again:: yeah I am going to get a shower. ::he leaves the log running while he takes a shower, in the background you hear a drunken, but still impressive version of an old earth tune called ‘Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desire’ and as he begins to feel the effects of the Ale an extremely drunk version of ‘Louie Louie.’ He finishes his shower and comes out (I leave it your vivid imaginations to what he is wearing at this point) and pours another glass of ale and drinks it down, after which he realizes he left the log running:: :: inebriated:: Computer End Log ::he then staggers to bed and falls asleep:: >End Log

Silence Klingon Fhvae,I kill pa'toch like au for fun :D ((actually i thought about joing it, hehe the N'Dak chacrter is pretty good with a bat'Leth))

yeah really! while i proudly fought off the Klingon scum, he just layed there on the ground :wink:

Moving right along NEM!

PERSONAL LOG Ensign Koshic L. N’dak, Ph. D. ASCI USS Arcadia Stardate 0309.24 >Begin Log I had hoped to get moved into my new quarters, but duty called, now I am stuck on this planet in some sort of dimensional shift. Oye! But I guess it could be worse, I could be teaching a class full of first years about the Archeology of Ancient Egypt ::an evil chuckle is heard:: But I digress. As to the peculiar situation we are in, I must confess I am perplexed. I personally feel we have stumbled across some sort of dimensional gateway built by a long dead civilization. It was usually there practice to build those things on underdeveloped worlds, and this one certainly fits the bill. The unusual things is that I am not aware of any ancient civilizations that were advanced enough to have built such technology. But I suppose I can worry about that latter, now I need to concentrate on getting us back to the proper diminison. If this is a gateway, it should have some sort of triggering mechanism to open the gateway, which could be the key. ::he stops as notices he has fell behind the other two in his group:: Well I had better catch up with them. End Log. >End Log

well you know that is common place in Greek mythology, the children over run the parents...HMMM!!! ::goes back to plotting and scheming:: :wink:

and you all think i am a spy ::flinging hands up in ther air:: ::D:

oi~ or something something spanish like that.

do not tempt the gods ::D:

PERSONAL LOG Na'Erein Destorie Ma’Lyn N’dak ASEC RES Talon Stardate 0309.23 >Begin Log (this log takes place while N’Dak is walking down the corridor on his way to medical) Elements! I cannot believe she is sending me back to sickbay to get released. ::klingon curses:: But I dare not argue with her any more, I think I have pushed her to her limits. :: he stops as a crew man passes him:: Hmm, I am not sure how safe it is to be taking in the corridor, that spying little Erein Nemesis has probably bugged the corridors. Computer End Log >End Log

yeah just don't tell zeus that

::sharpenning lightning bolts:: Yeah you wait till one of these babies hits you ;)

what? no one wants the cool weapons like the thunder bolt?

Last night was sad, although quite fun becuase there were just two of us (Precep and myself) who participated in the sim. People are really missing out on a great sims with Kbear and Moose. In short everyone should try and make it to these wonderful sims, for no other reason than the cheesecake! (and the chance to see Ziggy {yeah yeah I got confused ::D: } talk to himself)

Yeah i think we have determind that Huff is in charge of the drinks

moving right a long nem before a-9 starts throwing lightning bolts at us... :;): so now that we have sort of determind the pantheon, which godly 'weapon' (i.e. lightning bolt) would you most like to have

my psych professor says: Nem is just at one of the those stages in life where he is very confused ;)

I am well aware ;)