PEARL

Stores Low on wigs, Swinging chairs, handlebars,
maybe we'll Put into this system up here ahead of Dark Silo.

initial scan Mr Checkov!

we have Ground Level RADAR running. Capn Kirk.


Captain! oh Hi Goldie Lock (the Captain Protocal officer).
captain, this is F. Paul Lee, his Mandate is Dune Loess research capn.

Captain! a High Pitched Wavelenght has been detected outside our Hull.

Hold on Spock, Mr Check ov run
a Can ola G. Do this now.


Negative Commander. no Presence detected.

dude drunk again i'll run the scan captain

holy crap captain, it's a bird of prey cloaked. even worse the crew members appear to the south park cast. LET"S KILL KENNY

Good god man speak normal or give ne your country name so I can eliminate you.

Scottie, Run some
Evasive Manoevers.
The Inclination and the
Declension Captain
i yi i i ; on harvolds capture
ice ware this is not going too be easy.

Captain! RSRM made Contact, the Reading is:
"We are now: Running a Pirate Vessel".

Did you say outrunning Spock?
No Captain. We are Running a Pirate Vessel now.

Spock: Send them: THE RSRM "Then when we was all alone on the Planet Arrives the message: "Their are more Fish in a bigger Sea".

Kirk: "Calm down, Spock, going into a pon farr tantrum cuts no ice with me. And Sulu, you may as well stop making eyes at Chekov, he don't go that way."
Spock: " I demand to torpedo that planet immediately!!" (jumps up and down in a rage)
McCoy: "Now y'all settle down an' shut up, ya hear? Especially you, ya green-blooded elf!" (Approaches Spock with a hypospray)

Captain. They can be recognized as a
Thick Black crude Vessel,

Captain! The Alien Vessel is beginning too speak English.

oh no... captain... it's the south park cast. they have taken control of our ship.

captain do something quick, they just gave alterd carbon an anal probe. funny though, alterd carbon seemed to enjoy it.

That ought to Alter his Carbon, lol.

I don't know you lenpeat......but I hate you....whats your country's name?

i wish i knew too.. i hate this thread and whatever bullshit lenpeat is talking about is just freaking pointless i dont see why the GM hasnt done anything

As much as I may have enjoyed my probe. Friction heat isn't going to alter my carbon :0 Is anyone looking for him? I would think finding a really weird country might be a good starting point. Has anyone looked at Andy's countries.

Lens claim to be A from are tic ulation to me now is Cantankerous,
Scott Belay that order to kill Vessel Till wigets too sorted this out.

Mr President, we are a Vessel from the Star Federation.
Having the Order too kill the Source of Idolness among the Population is within our Grasp. If you would prefer too watch us slug it out, just say the word and we are willing too Fracture their Lower Orderings in the name of Mr Helders, who we Lost years back in a Tape E scrap.

i'm at country Dark Side if any of you want to play with me. i like this thread lenpeat has started. screw with him and you screw with me. oh, and Alterd Carbon. i like you alot. you pretty cool. was hopeing for a bigger response over the anal probe but what tha hell. next time talk some smack. lol.

An eye on storm seams two bee turning the mess age in too eggs, four it is scrambled any vassals that her ass my pea pull wil be charged with lightning and be bolted.

Mr. President. The Amount is quite Pleasant.
we will go away.

Why is this a thing? this is so idk.. weird? lol

I think Lenpeat is the new gamemaster.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
M

been a while since I read that one. Always a classic! Thanks