I’m more concerned that Mr. Silvers easily shoved a massive robot out of the way of a hail of bullets. Without getting shot himself. Granted that Hitty is on treads, but still, that feat of speed and strength doesn’t add up.
Think I’ve seen these blast traces before. Disco cannon? Funk musket? Boogie blaster? Or… for reals, Doctor Who once featured a weapon called the Glitter Gun.
If you say “on track” the word “track” takes on a slightly different connotation than “roadway”. Deja vu is more about the feeling of having experienced a moment than seeing. It is true I felt I had lived the moment of viewing the panel previously but I did not feel like I was reliving the same moment. This is why I thought Deja view instead, which then struck me as funny. If I had known how hard Android would resist my effort to type it that way I would have skipped it.
Deja vu or no, I’m still going to insist that melee against people doing effective ranged attacks is a suboptimal strategy so perhaps they should work on refining Ginny’s idea. ^_^
Seconded. But instead of rage spores, maybe some sort of beacon for the trees? Kind of hard for snipers to stay in position if the position starts walking away with you.
I don’t think the cobras know about bities, and the killbots have been carefully destroyed so they can’t destroy, unless by “destroy” they mean something innocuous.
Well, I’ve still got the song parody I posted when this turned up on Monday. Here it is (again):
Well, far out in the Barrens there’s an old sawmill,
With a biolab hidden inside.
The gang looked for mercy from the Devil of Jersey,
But it focused on homicide.
With a triple echo of a ricochet,
The defenders were under attack.
With a twisting of plot hidden snipers shot,
In a classic ambush and bushwhack.
Pwing, pwing, pwing went the bullets,
Wham, wham, wham went the rest.
Hit, hit, hit was the option
That Moustachio and Hitty suggest.
Duck, duck, duck, so went Shelby,
Thump, thump, thump, went his heart.
Hit, hit, hit on the table,
With the parameters too far apart.
The shots went wide, they still could fight,
He said he hoped they had some idea bright.
“An atomizer?” from Dr. Lee,
It felt so awful Shelby couldn’t let it be.
Oh, shoot, shoot, shoot atomizers,
Spores, spores, spores, but not hits,
Stop, stop, stop, stated Shelby.
Those of great intellect always try to connect all the bits.
But it just doesn’t fit.
Just doesn’t fit.
Dena view.
Should be deja view. Auto correct just doesn’t quit.
#*+*#ed up a perfectly bad pun.
Wait, doesn’t the “vu” in “déjà vu” mean “view” already?
No, “seen.” Means “already seen.”
I’m not sure that’s a very good bad pun. It’s a pretty bad bad pun. In fact its a very good bad bad pun.
Now that makes a lot more sense then it did two days ago
Deja vu always makes more sense than it did two days ago.
You’ve seen one set of sniper fire you’ve seen them all…
I’m still a little concerned that the snipers’ guns appear to leave neon star-shaped holes in the wall.
I’m more concerned that Mr. Silvers easily shoved a massive robot out of the way of a hail of bullets. Without getting shot himself. Granted that Hitty is on treads, but still, that feat of speed and strength doesn’t add up.
Well, he _did_ work at Skin Horse: perhaps he’s actually some sort of construct or genetically modified whatsit.
Reverse-engineering of Disco-themed weaponry created by You Know Who?
Elder Sign banishment rounds.
Think I’ve seen these blast traces before. Disco cannon? Funk musket? Boogie blaster? Or… for reals, Doctor Who once featured a weapon called the Glitter Gun.
I need a Glitter Gun. Really.
If you say “on track” the word “track” takes on a slightly different connotation than “roadway”. Deja vu is more about the feeling of having experienced a moment than seeing. It is true I felt I had lived the moment of viewing the panel previously but I did not feel like I was reliving the same moment. This is why I thought Deja view instead, which then struck me as funny. If I had known how hard Android would resist my effort to type it that way I would have skipped it.
Meant to be in another location. I give up.
…well I thought it was a pretty good bad pun, unfortunately marred by faulty execution.
Deja vu or no, I’m still going to insist that melee against people doing effective ranged attacks is a suboptimal strategy so perhaps they should work on refining Ginny’s idea. ^_^
Seconded. But instead of rage spores, maybe some sort of beacon for the trees? Kind of hard for snipers to stay in position if the position starts walking away with you.
“parameters”? Wow, Mr. Silvers speaks Jive and Engineering!
I say let the cobras bite em. Unless they are moongooses (mongeese?) Or maybe just let killbot have some fun.
Course turning on the atomizer is probly funnier.
I don’t think the cobras know about bities, and the killbots have been carefully destroyed so they can’t destroy, unless by “destroy” they mean something innocuous.
Well, I’ve still got the song parody I posted when this turned up on Monday. Here it is (again):
Well, far out in the Barrens there’s an old sawmill,
With a biolab hidden inside.
The gang looked for mercy from the Devil of Jersey,
But it focused on homicide.
With a triple echo of a ricochet,
The defenders were under attack.
With a twisting of plot hidden snipers shot,
In a classic ambush and bushwhack.
Pwing, pwing, pwing went the bullets,
Wham, wham, wham went the rest.
Hit, hit, hit was the option
That Moustachio and Hitty suggest.
Duck, duck, duck, so went Shelby,
Thump, thump, thump, went his heart.
Hit, hit, hit on the table,
With the parameters too far apart.
The shots went wide, they still could fight,
He said he hoped they had some idea bright.
“An atomizer?” from Dr. Lee,
It felt so awful Shelby couldn’t let it be.
Oh, shoot, shoot, shoot atomizers,
Spores, spores, spores, but not hits,
Stop, stop, stop, stated Shelby.
Those of great intellect always try to connect all the bits.
But it just doesn’t fit.
Just doesn’t fit.
—from “The Trolley Song,” Judy Garland.