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Jun 19, 2010
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BRACE FOR IMPACT
All hands brace for impact! This is the final play, the final act!
Each do his part, lest we all be torn apart!
No one dare slip!
Together we save our ship!
Tuttut –bleep-blip
We fight on and save our ship!
Through the void laser beams clip
Together we save our ship!
Armoured plates they burn and rip
We fight on and save our ship!
Targets in reach! BOOM! Hull breach! Sirens wail and systems fail. Damage report! What? Torpedoes retort! Take that! And damage control! Quick, plug that hole! Quench that fire! The stakes are getting higher! The dice are cast! Shoot! Blast!
No one dare slip!
Together we save our ship!
Tuttut –bleep-blip
We fight on and save our ship!
Through the void laser beams clip
Together we save our ship!
Armoured plates they burn and rip
We fight on and save our ship!
Fire at will! And shoot to kill! Escalate, cremate, obliterate! Give’em hell, mate! No quarter, Captain’s order! All hands brace- BAAAAAM!
The world spins around. That was the final round. Critical damage. Nothing to salvage. All hands lost. Part of the cost.
— Professor Purple, Jun 19, 2010
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Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Hello Purple
ziggy
15 years 11 months ago
hi
Professor Purple
15 years 11 months ago
Hi, yeah this is different.