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  1. You still in "the Jerz"?

    1. Pony_Sage

      Pony_Sage

      In Morristown now running a farm, but yes in the Jerz.

    2. flutterscotch

      flutterscotch

      HAH!  Awesome.  I probably could have predicted that. I stay pretty far away from Jersey these days, only make it once every few years.  Crazy family and all.

    3. Pony_Sage

      Pony_Sage

      Well, if you're in the neighborhood just shoot me a text, you still have my cellophane number.

  2. There are no miracles. There are only men.

  3. I rarely comment in these sort of threads, but recently I dug up a very very good and little known cover of Coorie Doon as sung by Luke Kelly in 1963. I figured that I would share with you young'ins. ~Sage
  4. If the road is easy, the destination is worthless.

    1. leapman

      leapman

      Never heard an analogy like that before. :)

    2. Pony_Sage

      Pony_Sage

      Proverbs of Saint Sabbat.

    3. leapman

      leapman

      Did not know will check it out :D

  5. I long for death, not because I seek peace, but because I seek the war eternal.

  6. Ponies united in the purpose of the Empress are blessed in Her sight and shall live forever in Her memory.

    1. Harv0kz

      Harv0kz

      Hail the Emprass.

  7. This stallion had guts, Veracity respected that. “Alright then Mister Starkhuf. Follow me please.” She said as she adjourned her seat and made for the bulkhead out of engineering. As they left the temperature and humidity dropped considerably. Being born and raised in the tundra that surrounded Stalliongrad Veracity was more than accustomed to the cold. ‘This is just what I need today, get my blood pumping again. I’ve been sitting around for far too long.’ She thought to herself as they trotted up to the main deck of the ship. The snow was still falling on deck and the enlisted ponies were doing their best to clear it. When veracity popped up on deck from below the bosun whistle sounded two tones sharply and a call came over the intercom. “Kapitan na palube!!” followed by the whistle shortly afterwards. All the ponies came to attention. Veracity waved a hoof and they returned to their duties. With a quick stretch she began to gallop around the deck to get the kinks out of her legs. Once she had completed two rounds she stopped in front of Martel and looked him dead in the eyes again. “First blood. If I win, you owe me a keg of Stalliona Standard and four packs of Lucky Bucks. If you win, all your cigarettes from now on will be my treat.” She said this with a slightly too adamant and enjoyable tone in her voice, it would have been unsettling to the average pony. She twisted her neck from side to side and crunches could be heard as her spine decompressed and popped. “How does that sound to you … Marty.” She poked a hoof in his whither. As she made contact, she realized how well conditioned this stallion was. Her hoof felt as though it was pressing against a tree. 'My, my, my, he does seem to keep himself well maintained. I might actually have a fun fight on my hooves here.'
  8. One would be surprised by how much simple cable management can improve airflow and make your computer more efficient at cooling the MoBo, GPU, and CPU. ~Sage
  9. A man can walk into heresy with both eyes open, yet remain blessedly ignorant of his sin. This is why no cry of innocence, no matter how heartfelt or genuine can ever be considered.

  10. Up in the first post there is a link to the website of the company that I had build it for me. Falcon Nortwest is that company. Their customer support is amazing and their attention to detail is top notch. If you are in the market for a performance machine, I would suggest no other company. I stand by their products 120%. ~Sage P.S. Sorry about your computer getting eaten by a pawn shop, times are hard all around, and I hope that you pick up one soon!
  11. Hello everyone. I am not one to make frivolous posts, or that many posts to begin with. However I think there is a piece of technology that often gets overlooked and under appreciated. It may be the subject of your ire at times but it has been there for you through thick and thin. It shows you funny pictures and videos, prints your papers, remembers your name and your birthday, and even doesn't judge you for how messy your room is. That's right this Thanksgiving season I think we should take a moment to thank our computers for all they put up with, and everything they do for us. Maybe treat them to a few cans of air and blow out that dust you have been ignoring! Pretty much this thread lets you post your rig's stats, what you have personally done to improve your computer, some benchmarks if you have them, and maybe a few pictures! My girl is a custom built Falcon Nortwest Talon. Her birthday is October 31st of this year, barely a month old! I do have to say that she was absurdly expensive, but worth every penny. I rationalized the purchase as an early birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Hearth's Warming Eve present ... for the next few years. Behind this spoiler tag are the components from the invoice of what I had built. 3D Mark has a great software for testing your computer's graphics card(s). The best part is that it is free to use from steam! If you haven't benchmarked your computer yet, and would like to be able to brag about your scores, head over to steam and download the program! Ice Storm - 188,945 Cloud Gate - 29,625 Fire Strike - 9,223 The scores follow the names and the links will provide a breakdown of how they stack up against other computers that were tested. I have recently overclocked the core i7 CPU from its base clock of 3.5 GHz to 4.5 GHz, that's a 24% improvement! The scores reflect CPU in it's overclocked state. I have yet to overclock the GPU, however. I am contemplating this but honestly since I am running two GeForce GTX 760's SLIed together, I don't feel it is necessary for gaming. Although, I know that the scores would increase if I overclocked them and ran the benchmark again. At the moment I can throw pretty much any game at my girl on the highest settings and it never falls below 60 FPS. I have it limited at 60 so that it won't over tax the GPU and allow for more physics calculations rather than just increasing the FPS. Now for some photos! Please excuse the quality, but here she is. My baby. Well, that's pretty much that. Just figured I would start a thread about giving thanks to the computers that we take for granted every day. (Maybe to brag a little, but what else is a proud owner to do!?) Happy Thanksgiving everyone. ~Sage
  12. Turning the weapons of the enemy against him is, of course, of grave danger to one’s soul. It is nonetheless a satisfying thing to see.

    1. Duskfall

      Duskfall

      In actual military operations, the use of enemy weapons is against protocol. This is to prevent situations where allied forces think you are the enemy because you are firing off enemy weapons.

    2. SteelEagle

      SteelEagle

      Somewhat incorrect, Duskfall. Special forces units have a proud tradition of using the weapons of their enemy while behind enemy lines. However, it is against SOP to use the enemy's weapons for standard military forces.

    3. Dio

      Dio

      A gun is just a gun, but the Warp takes on a life of its own.

  13. Veracity was starting to understand Figment’s personality a little more so than she had initially. He was not nearly as cruel as most other changelings that she had heard reports of, this one seemed rather industrious. She listened to his concerns, both about feeding and blowing his cover. Although she had no experience with an undercover operation, she surmised that it was a heap of work to come up with an entirely new identity. She thought about his questions for a brief moment, counting in her head. ‘Two twenty five, two twenty six, two twenty seven ...’ Her mind ticked with the precision of a pocket watch. Aboard the Moral Constraints alarm bells had sounded; about two and a half minutes ago. The signalstallion of the watch had first seen the distress signal and sounded the alarms. Apparently the Captain was in trouble and it was their job to rescue her. As the crystal on Veracity’s end broke, the receiver aboard the ship sprung to life, pinpointing her location down to a margin of error of only a few meters. This new distress beacon was truly a work of art which had been the last piece of new technology installed in the old frame while it was laid up for retrofitting. This system had come directly from some of Canterlot’s brightest minds. Apparently it worked on the principle of Aetheric Quantum Entanglement, something that one of those eggheads in that Gifted Unicorn school surely thought up. However, it did have its practical uses. Basically one a set of crystals were paired with a main crystal that was aboard the Moral Constraints; integrated well within the system. These paired crystals would have an influence upon the ship’s crystal through interactions within the aetheric plane. When the sending crystal was moved, the receiving crystal would move accordingly, albeit in a drastically reduced manner. It was on this idea that the tracking system came about. Through a series of very complicated mechanical systems, that reduced movement was transferred to a pointer that would move over a map of the local area. This allows for constant monitoring of the sender’s location. The eggheads even thought up an emergency protocol. If the sender was in danger, all they had to do was smash the crystal. This would cause a rather vigorous reaction to the ship’s crystal and set off an integrated alarm system, along with locking the position where it was smashed onto the map. From that point forward it would be the crew’s job to get the ship where it needed to go. As a matter of course, the Captain’s distress signal was treated with the utmost importance. Whether it was a drill or an actual emergency did not matter, the crew was ready to do what they had to so that the ship would arrive within the seven minutes that the Navigator said that they would. The navigators, engineers, helmsstallions, and all the other departments of the ship were feeding information to the Captain of the Watch. Hopefully he was up for the job. As the information flooded in, the mooring lines were cast off and the ship rocked slightly as the ARG tank was charged. The Moral Constraints was underway. The ship slowly rose out of the frigid water, ice clinging to its bow. The Halo engines quickly revved up to peak efficiency as the props began to spin up. The Captain of the watch reached over the helms-stallions shoulder and pushed the engine order telegraph past Ahead Full to Flank speed. While flank speed was a tad risky, owing to overheating and fuel consumption, the extra boost in velocity would be well worth it. The flank speed order rang in the engine room and the engineers went to their stations, double timed. As the fires were stoked, and the boilers began to build up pressure, the Chief Engineer opened the giant butterfly valve that would divert the steam into the superheater. By doing this they could achieve a higher pressure and thus greater speeds could be coaxed out of the engines. The Halo engines began to sing in pleasure as the extra pressure was fed into them. Efficiency was down twenty percent, but RPMs were up thirty. Seemed like a fair trade if the Captain was in danger. Another engineer rotated some valves that would allow for the port and starboard fan nacelles to rotate over their prescribed limits, thus increasing both maneuverability and speed. The crew was working like they should. A well oiled machine designed for one purpose, to fly airships. As orders were given and information received, the Moral constraints was steadily rising to cruising altitude and quickly gaining speed. “Seventy! Eighty! Ninety!” The helms-stallion was calling out the ship’s calculated ground speed. “One ten! One twenty! One thirty!” The numbers steadily rose until they were slightly above the ship’s true maximum speed. While they sped towards Veracity’s location, the detachment of the ISU-143 “Molot” was being prepped for takeoff. These stallions weren’t nicknamed the “Sledgehammers” or “Molot” for no reason. They were the tough of the tough. A special crack team organized for fast boarding actions against pirate vessels. They donned their armour and steeled their nerves, unsure of what awaited them once they reached their destination. Every precaution was being taken for this encounter, even the loading of the main weapons. The twin forward mounted cannons had their shells diligently loaded into them by the gunners. The sights were aligned, mechanicals checked and rechecked, articulation tested, and rounds counted. These beasts were the very, very last resort for the crew. None of the ponies on board were very fond of the idea of having them be featured so prominently on the bow of the ship, but they resigned themselves to the fact that they would be very useful as deterrents. The Empress may protect, but a loaded cannon never hurt. These two cannons were rather special. They had been cast especially for the Moral Constraints, nothing like them was in common use at the moment. With a sustainable rate of fire around two hundred and sixty rounds per minute and firing one hundred and eighty degrees out of phase, this afforded for a rate of fire somewhere near five hundred and twenty round per minute. The effective range of four kilometers and a muzzle velocity of seven hundred eighty meters per second also didn’t hurt. If the crew never had to use these monsters it would be far too soon, but as the old adage goes, “Walk softly but carry a big stick.” And these were the biggest sticks around. Veracity smiled before answering the diminutive changeling. “Well, the legal process is mroe of a formality, I would assume. They will most likely declare a sentence of banishment and just have you shipped back to the hive. Your cover will be blown, to an extent. I would guess, especially with your new plan being discussed, that only the higher ranking officers and officials in Stalliongrad would know about who you pretend to be. I doubt that they would post wanted pictures all over just for one or two measly changelings that had already been deported.” All the while Veracity kept a cheerful tone and counted in her head. ‘Three ten, three eleven, three twelve.’ Somehow she had to keep them busy for at least seven more minutes. “As for your feedings, I honestly don’t know how they work or what specifics behind them are, but I would gladly offer you a small ration of whatever you would need to take from me to survive. Although I might not be the best candidate. From what I hear, you guys feed on love and the like. I’m afraid that my days of love and romance are far behind me, and I am not the most … motherly of mares.” She allowed for a slight chuckle at this thought. ‘Three forty four, three forty five, three forty six.’ The Moral Constraints was fast approaching the Kuznitza District where the beacon had last been active. The problem was, if they wanted to stop in time, they would have to start slowing down before they got anywhere near the district. The inherent problem with airships was that they took a very long time to slow down, unless one was to do something dangerous or rather stupid. The second problem would be finding which exact warehouse or building Captain Veracity was hold up in. This would be the part that took the most time. The standard operating procedure would be to blanket the area with recon teams and do a grid search until they found the signs of the captain and then piece things together from there. However with the advent of the crystals, their search was much more narrow. As the eggheads had kindly reminded the crew, the crystals were accurate to within 500 meters. That was still a lot of ground to cover, but it was less than the old method. The Moral Constraints was slowing down now, they would arrive at their destination on the far side of the Kuznitza District, bordering on the Veya district, within four minutes. The detachment of the Molot was ready to go and the recon teams were on deck in formation awaiting orders. They were working like a well oiled machine. Veracity patiently listened to Figment speak to the bureaucrat, talking about how he would be too weak to cover a retreat or attack. Then the little changeling made an all too obvious allusion to running, Veracity couldn't help but internally chuckle at how blatant he was. Before she could ask any further questions or make any more offers the ever increasingly annoying finally made his move. He ordered the mare to stand down and move away in a manner that would allow for his escape.Veracity’s mind was awash with alternate scenarios on how this was going to play out. From her combat days all the tactics came back for avoiding magic spells. ‘Four thirty, four thirty one, four thirty two.’ Her mind kept ticking like a watch. The first order of business was to identify the source of the spell. ‘Check.’ Then one would identify the type of spell being cast. This could be tricky if the spell wasn’t cast yet, however there were some old methods that might work. The colour wasn’t all that helpful but the smell is what tipped her off. Being a pegasus as soon as she smelled the ozone that the spell was giving off she knew that electricity would be involved in some manner. The courses of action changed in the mare’s head. There were two ways to play this. She could either quickly drive her sword into the floor, providing an easy path to ground for the energy, and then throw her hat at the changeling which would most likely disorient him. She would then use this advantage to shoulder check the annoying changeling into the nearby wall. Or, she could just play along. She could look scared, play the damsel in distress. She would keep letting the superbly annoying changeling think he has the upperhand. She had been doing this from the start, allowing him to think that he was somehow in control. ‘Four fifty nine, Five, five one, five two, five three.’ His timing couldn’t have been any better. If she played this slowly enough, the ship would arrive with time to spare. Even if he did manage to escape the building, the scouts that would be scouring the area would find him more than easily and take him into custody. That was if the ISU didn’t catch him first, which would then lead to the changeling most likely getting a rather hardy introduction to the finer points of combat. The Moral Constraints was almost at a full stop now, she had been slowing down for the past two minutes, and they were only about a minute away from deployment. The Officer of the Watch started a countdown timer at T- 00h:02m:30s. The tension was palpable as the crew readied for combat maneuvers. The ISU detachment was standing on the gunwales with their rappelling ropes at the ready. The recon teams were warming up their wings and doing final checks of their gear and feathers. At T- 00h:02m:00s a bell sounded and a voice came over the loudspeaker informing the crew to be at their battle stations. The flight squads took off and began to form up around the Moral Constraints scanning the ground below for obvious signs of trouble and waiting for their mark. Everypony on board was beyond tense as the clock slowly ticked down. Veracity put on her best intimidated face, not something that she was accustomed to doing, as she eyed the changeling for a few moments. ‘Five ten, five eleven, five twelve.’ Four more minutes, give or take. She hoped that the crystal as intended but she didn’t need to hope that her crew knew what to do. She trusted those stallions and mares with her life, and they with hers. She knew that they were prepared for any eventuality and would be there promptly to bail her out of any jam. She just hoped that the egghead unicorns had made the crystals work properly. The mare complied with the changeling’s requests, albeit very slowly. She was waiting out the clock and it was working. ‘Five twenty nine, five thirty, five thirty one.’ Little did she know that the ship was only about two minutes out from her position, way ahead of schedule, and the flight recon teams were chomping at the bit to deploy as she thought five thirty. If that slimy changeling were to run, he would most likely be caught. Even if he managed to change into pony form, the crew would detain anypony in the area, not releasing them until the captain was found, or they were satisfied that the pony in question wasn't the culprit. As Veracity placed her hooves on the wall she allowed herself a small smirk. This changeling didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.
  14. Do not presume to judge me or the methods I choose to employ, petty-minded fool. You cannot comprehend the magnitude of the task I have undertaken nor the consequences of my failure.

  15. We are at War with forces too terrible to comprehend. We cannot afford mercy for any of its victims too weak to take the correct course. Mercy destroys us; it weakens us and saps our resolve. Put aside all such thoughts. They are not worthy of Officers in the service of Our Empess. Praise Her name for in our resolve we only reflect her purpose of will.

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