User talk:Guvnor Of Space

Hmm.. Maybe I should have deleted that a while ago--Guvnor Of Space 01:19, 22 June 2009 (UTC)

If you mean the boilerplate, I still haven't deleted mine. I like your stuff so far, just thought you ought to know.--Concerned Reader 06:16, 25 June 2009 (UTC)

Thanks. This is my first attempt to write "good" stories. Most of my other attempts at writing were of the pulpy sceince fiction kind. Zero character develpoment, predictable plot, bad dialouge. The Xanadu universe happens to offer a lot of oppurtunities for forced character development. My favorite part about writing is the characters. The only otehr previous experience with charaters is forum roleplaying games. some of my characters included a steryotypical Russian (a nice guy actually. And a capable starship captain.) the world leadrs of every single major Western power (and Isreal, South Africa and China). Let me tell you, I love polotics, so I love making fun of the world political structure. And once again I am rambling. So I leave you with somthing completly different.

No one is surprised that the first delegate to speak is the American president. "A complete conversion? That could mean we are independant of foreign oil! That would allow us to sever are ties to Saudi Arabia! Especially with the posibility of a war there in the inevitable future. The United States will pledge miitary support to the great nation of Poland in exchange for this new genetics technology!" The next to stand is the Pakistani president. "Speaking of such "Inevitable War" Our Muslim brothers in Saudi Arabai and Egypt need our aid. They are being attacked by the Israili forces, for an attack launched by a maniacal dictator! We request that Pakistani and Turkish forces be sent to Egypt to replace the Israili ones curently battleing Nod! We would cast out the dictator and install the rightful governments!" The Turkish president simply states his concurence. The next to speak are the Israili's. "Impossible. We need to make sure that the interests of democracy are preserved! If the Pakistani forcesa are to take over, certain.... groups, namely the MITPOG terrorists, will be allowed to continue their actions, and may even spread." The Pakistani cheif of state is turning red. "Impossible! You are useing this as a chance for revenge against our muslim brothers!" "Do not insinuate such things! You are getting very close to ..." "Please!" The Candian prime minister holds up his hands. "This is despicable! We need to set asside past issues for now in order to deal with the present issues." "I agree with the honorable Canadian Prime minister." The Chinese ambasodor speaks up. "The Chinese people wish to deal with the threat of Russia to the north. It will not be to hard for them to retake Kazykstan and completly open up our norhtern boarder to attack. We therefore wish to break off all formal treaties with countries who oppose The Holy Russian Empire for the duration of the war, to show that we mean them no harm." He holds up a hand at the shouts of outrage. "That is not to say that if they attack us, we will remain neutral. Indeed, if they do so we will gladly help any countries who oppose the governments tyrany." Several protests arise from this, mainly about economics, and if the Chinese will cut off all economic ties as well. "We will not comit economic suicide. All non military manufacturaing contracts will be upheld. But in the efforts of the safety of the Chinese people, all military contracts shall be canceled. All factorys used for such porposes will be converted to use for the Chinese people." The roar of noise which followed was defening. The next to speak is the French ambassador, who raises his hand and waits for the rest to quiet down. "Please. We must stay calm. This issue will not matter if we quickly end the war. Our army already marches through Germany. If others aid us, they shall be quickly crushed. Then our forces can march through the Grand Republic of Central Europe and straight into Russia." He punds his fist on the table. The South African delegate quietly speaks up. "The South African people wish to say how sorry we are at the current situation. But at this current time, our troops are tied up in Africa and elseware. We are sorry that we cannot provide aid at this time." That does not come as a shock to anyone. The next to speak is the American president. "We are willing to withdraw troops from Iraq and Afganistan, but not all of them. Unfortunatly, we are stretched militarily thin and cannot provide as many troops as we would like." The Canadian Prime Minister also stands up. "We too, are involved in Afganistan. We will withdraw soldiers to help our French forefathers." The next to speak are the British. "We would like to help as well. These dictators must be stopped. However, due to political problems, we will nly be able to supply a limited number. We do not have the... atmosphere in England right now to mobilized our entire army." --Guvnor Of Space 14:14, 25 June 2009 (UTC)

If anyone's woundering, the thing above is an excert from a roleplaying game I ran. It was the most random thing I could think of at the time. Oh, and I wrote it in twenty minutes. That's why the quality is so bad.--Guvnor Of Space 23:17, 25 June 2009 (UTC)

I honestly couldn't think of any way to respond to that, so It's time for something even more random.

"Maim, I was raised a Christian in Texas. Of course I know how to use a gun!" I say, taking the .357 magnum from the elderly woman sitting across from me. "That doesn't mean that I enjoy shooting people, even if they are trying to kill me."

She leans back, and turns around to take another rifle off of the gun racks behind her. Replying as she turns, "Don't get snippy with me young man. I've seen better men than you die because they wouldn't shut up." She sets the 870 express pump action shotgun on the table with a soft clatter, the box of shells lands next to it a few moments later. Opening the box with a small pocket knife, she proceeds to start loading the shells, one at a time.

"Wouldn't a semi-auto be a better choice?" I ask. "And why can't I have a shotgun? Or a rifle? At least give me the model 500."

"No," she replies, again reaching back to grab another weapon. This time an old WWII BAR lands on the table, the box of .30:06 cartridges not far behind. "A semi is only good if you like wasting ammo. The pump makes you choose your shots. And if you take a pistol any bigger than that, you'll end up whacking yourself in the face."

I look down at the .357 dejected, the prospect of using a .50 calibre pistol lost. "No I wouldn't. I've used large guns before."

"Not this large." Comes her reply, as she sets the offending revolver on the table. The bullets themselves are about the size of shotgun shells. "This Smith and Wesson is known to knock people out. Ever load a flair gun with shotgun shells? That's what this feels like."

Startled by the prospect of a pistol firing shotgun shells, I'm about to ask for one of those when a loud crack emanates from the front room.

"Shit," she exclaims, her curse out of place in her voice. "Time to go to work."

"Fine," I reply as she slings the shotgun around her back by it's strap. The BAR is picked up soon after. I grab the .357 off the table, making sure that the quick loaders are in my ammo sling. Then checking that she is not looking, I slide the Model 500 into the sling as well, along with it's quick loaders. "But you're going first this time. I don't much want to be bitten again."

"Oh hush, they don't hurt that bad. Wait until you have three of them hanging off of you before you complain." She says, taking position near the door frame. The hallway is empty for now, but the crashes and splintering of wood is growing louder and closer by the second. I flip the table, and take my own position behind its aluminium mass, only slightly behind the doorway. "In any case, just don't let the get close enough to bite you. Or are you that bad a shot?"

"Shut up and shoot." I shout, as the door ahead crashes open, the top half hanging haphazardly from it's hinge. "We can argue if we live."

The rain of gunfire lasts well into the night.

Yeah, that'll do it. Try and out random me will you! I just made that up on the spot. Your move mr. Guvnor. --Concerned Reader 05:13, 26 June 2009 (UTC)

I laid the massive beast down on it's back. The luscious Snorlax had never thought, in her wildest dreams that she would look forward to laying on her back and not falling into a pleasant slumber, but there it was. With a deviant grin on his face, the master hacker of pies rubbed Snorlax's belly firmly, knowing just the effect that it had on her. As he did so, he used his free hand to search within his backpack, and produce the legendary pokeflute. "Remember when I used this to wake you up that first time...?" He asked softly, but confidently. There was a jingling sound of metal touching metal, but the reason had given way, along with his metallic belt buckle. "I'd like to introduce you to another pokeflute, now..."

Somtimes forum nonsense games get a bit out of hand. This is from a string of posts when people quoted the person above them and edited it. The goal of the game? Stealing a cookie.--Guvnor Of Space 05:22, 26 June 2009 (UTC)

I don't even want to know what forum spawn that monstrosity, but it sounds like SomethingAweful's work. Pokemon have always wierded me out. How they're forced into labor, have to fight at every whim, and cannot talk back, forever cursed to say variations of their own names. Digimon was much more enjoyable. For one, it had character development. --Concerned Reader 05:28, 26 June 2009 (UTC)

That's actually from a game I started in the commutity games and nonsense thread on the Urealms forums. There are about three pages of equaly disturbing material. I'm just lucky the thread wasn't locked then and there. It ended up being over four hundred pages long, before being locked for being to long. Luckily, I was able to create a new thread. Good old get the cookie. So far it has included a roleplaying game, decoy cookies, and the very disturbing quote editing segment.--Guvnor Of Space 05:35, 26 June 2009 (UTC)