Well. Exams are coming soon to me, AGAIN. Jesus christ I swear they're trying to kill us or something. Well, not that it matters. ANYWAY, ON TO NON-DEPRESSING NEWS!
I got myself a nifty new World of Warcraft: Trading Card Game Deck. It's a Tauren Druid-esque deck. Why Taurens? They're awesome. Now shut up.
The World of Warcraft TCG features a lot of really nice artwork on the cards. Hero cards have their images printed on both sides, one's for game reference, the other is just for display. Right now, anyone near Sri Petaling who wants to know more regarding World of Warcraft: TCG, I suggest you go to Mid Valley Megamall's Comics Mart. That's the only current place I know where WoW players gather. Anyone else interested?
P.S. I'd make an awesome ally, what with my craploads of healing spells. hint hint. :D
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Recon Patrol (Fanfic Trailer lollorz)
"*ksssssshk*- This is Central command. All units, report your current condition."
The calm, tranquil space stirred. Nothing.
Crap, why'd I have to be stuck with guard duty... I don't believe this shit. I wanna go home and sleep already... Captain Heinrich thought to himself. A Mobile suit pilot of veteran status. Heinrich fought in countless battles during the Solar Wars between his nation, the Hresvelgrean Commonwealth against the Principality of Cytherea. He didn't exactly look like the kind of person who was suppose to fight in a war, looking very much like a young teenage kid and earning him the moniker of 'pretty boy' among his comrades. But his combat skills were nothing to scoff at, especially his kill score during the war. A captain like me! Someone who's actually done something on the battlefield! Stuck with nothing but patrol duty...
"Hey! Romanov squad! Are you deaf? I told you guys to give me a report on your status!"
"This is Romanov 1. I hear you loud and clear...Jackass"
"Did you say something?"
"I said I've got nothing here. It's all quiet."
The radio chatter was suddenly interrupted by another two voices.
"Romanov 2 here. I've got nothing but dust echoes."
"Romanov 3. It's pretty quiet here. All clear."
"Romanov 4, what's your status? Come in."
"Hey, Swordfish, are you sleeping again?"
"T-This is Romanov 4! I got something on my Radar! IFF displays an unfriendly!"
"Wha- Identify the target immediately!"
"I... I can't! He's on my.. GRAAAA!!!*Kshhhhhhhhk*"
"Romanov 2 here! I got something t- Holy shit! He's near!"
"Romanov 3! Is something wrong with my radar?! I'm detecting tons of enemy readings!"
Romanov 2's mobile suit, a giant, mechanical machine developed for combat, streaked across the pitch blackness of space. The suit was identified to be a ZGMF-1017 GINN. It's monoeye scanned it's surroundings for the target.
"Come on... show yourself!"
Suddenly, a blue beam streaked across the right arm of the GINN. The beam was too fast, and the pilot's reaction was too late. The arm exploded and took out the gun together with it. "What th-" The next thing the pilot knew was a screaming blue light coming straight for him. And then, the suit was left with a red hot spot in the chest, before exploding in a grand fireball.
"Romanov 2! Damn it! Romanov 3, pull out! Get back to base with the report alive!"
"Romanov squad, what's going on? Respo- *kssshk*"
"You're kidding me... they're jamming our communications..."
Romanov 3's suit sped off immediately, not bothering to look back at all. Then, two missiles streaked, flying straight for the fleeing GINN. "Bastards, I'm not gonna let you take me down that easily!" Romanov 2 screamed, and turn the Ginn around, sending a spray of machinegun fire. The hail of projectiles hit the missiles and detonated them before they could hit it's mark.
"Hah! Take that y-" Before he could finish the sentence, a beam pierced the suit from the back, vaporizing the pilot in his cockpit and setting off a chain reaction to destroy the entire suit. "Romanov 3! Damn it!"
Captain Heinrich was the last one alive now. He needed to survive and get this intel back to base. Then, his monitors detected something. Am enemy mobile suit. "Bastard, you'll pay for this!" He screamed, as he locked the machinegun's targeting receptacle onto the enemy suit. A closer look revealed it to be an AMX-001 Gaza C. But these were supposed to be...
Captain heinrich double checked his sensors.
It made no mistake. The suit was of Cytherean origin. The little assholes were trying to ignite another war by intruding on Hresvelgrean territory. Hefting the rifle and not hesitating, he fired at the Gaza C. The suit was nimble, but the spread of bullets sent by the captain ripped it's armor to shreds, and the entire suit exploded into tiny pieces. A sense of satisfaction overcame the captain. but it wouldn't last long. His sensors sent out a warning. He turned the suit around.
It was something he never wanted to see.
It was something he dreaded.
It was hell.
An entire battalion of Gaza Cs flew by across the GINN. Each taking their cannons out and beginning to aim. The Captain gritted his teeth, Sweat trickling across his forehead. He was going to die here. But... he didn't feel fear. Instead he laughed maniacally. He stared onto the huge army of Gaza Cs. It was like a hornet swarm. And then, large, blue coloured beams streaked down. Ripping and filling the GINN full of holes, before finally causing it to explode, taking Captain Heinrich and whatever was left of his mind together with it.
Coming Soon 2008
Kupechinikov Klinik Fanfics present
The calm, tranquil space stirred. Nothing.
Crap, why'd I have to be stuck with guard duty... I don't believe this shit. I wanna go home and sleep already... Captain Heinrich thought to himself. A Mobile suit pilot of veteran status. Heinrich fought in countless battles during the Solar Wars between his nation, the Hresvelgrean Commonwealth against the Principality of Cytherea. He didn't exactly look like the kind of person who was suppose to fight in a war, looking very much like a young teenage kid and earning him the moniker of 'pretty boy' among his comrades. But his combat skills were nothing to scoff at, especially his kill score during the war. A captain like me! Someone who's actually done something on the battlefield! Stuck with nothing but patrol duty...
"Hey! Romanov squad! Are you deaf? I told you guys to give me a report on your status!"
"This is Romanov 1. I hear you loud and clear...Jackass"
"Did you say something?"
"I said I've got nothing here. It's all quiet."
A Gundam-Related Fanfiction
The radio chatter was suddenly interrupted by another two voices.
"Romanov 2 here. I've got nothing but dust echoes."
"Romanov 3. It's pretty quiet here. All clear."
Mobile Suit Gundam: LE 312
"Romanov 4, what's your status? Come in."
"Hey, Swordfish, are you sleeping again?"
"T-This is Romanov 4! I got something on my Radar! IFF displays an unfriendly!"
"Wha- Identify the target immediately!"
"I... I can't! He's on my.. GRAAAA!!!*Kshhhhhhhhk*"
"Romanov 2 here! I got something t- Holy shit! He's near!"
"Romanov 3! Is something wrong with my radar?! I'm detecting tons of enemy readings!"
Romanov 2's mobile suit, a giant, mechanical machine developed for combat, streaked across the pitch blackness of space. The suit was identified to be a ZGMF-1017 GINN. It's monoeye scanned it's surroundings for the target.
"Come on... show yourself!"
Suddenly, a blue beam streaked across the right arm of the GINN. The beam was too fast, and the pilot's reaction was too late. The arm exploded and took out the gun together with it. "What th-" The next thing the pilot knew was a screaming blue light coming straight for him. And then, the suit was left with a red hot spot in the chest, before exploding in a grand fireball.
"Romanov 2! Damn it! Romanov 3, pull out! Get back to base with the report alive!"
"Romanov squad, what's going on? Respo- *kssshk*"
"You're kidding me... they're jamming our communications..."
Romanov 3's suit sped off immediately, not bothering to look back at all. Then, two missiles streaked, flying straight for the fleeing GINN. "Bastards, I'm not gonna let you take me down that easily!" Romanov 2 screamed, and turn the Ginn around, sending a spray of machinegun fire. The hail of projectiles hit the missiles and detonated them before they could hit it's mark.
"Hah! Take that y-" Before he could finish the sentence, a beam pierced the suit from the back, vaporizing the pilot in his cockpit and setting off a chain reaction to destroy the entire suit. "Romanov 3! Damn it!"
Captain Heinrich was the last one alive now. He needed to survive and get this intel back to base. Then, his monitors detected something. Am enemy mobile suit. "Bastard, you'll pay for this!" He screamed, as he locked the machinegun's targeting receptacle onto the enemy suit. A closer look revealed it to be an AMX-001 Gaza C. But these were supposed to be...
Captain heinrich double checked his sensors.
It made no mistake. The suit was of Cytherean origin. The little assholes were trying to ignite another war by intruding on Hresvelgrean territory. Hefting the rifle and not hesitating, he fired at the Gaza C. The suit was nimble, but the spread of bullets sent by the captain ripped it's armor to shreds, and the entire suit exploded into tiny pieces. A sense of satisfaction overcame the captain. but it wouldn't last long. His sensors sent out a warning. He turned the suit around.
It was something he never wanted to see.
It was something he dreaded.
It was hell.
An entire battalion of Gaza Cs flew by across the GINN. Each taking their cannons out and beginning to aim. The Captain gritted his teeth, Sweat trickling across his forehead. He was going to die here. But... he didn't feel fear. Instead he laughed maniacally. He stared onto the huge army of Gaza Cs. It was like a hornet swarm. And then, large, blue coloured beams streaked down. Ripping and filling the GINN full of holes, before finally causing it to explode, taking Captain Heinrich and whatever was left of his mind together with it.
Coming Soon 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Gonna die soooooon...
Leaving for a Malaysian Language seminar tomorrow: Ten hours of blah blah utter nonsense. Yet, all useful nonsense for the almighty SPM examinations I'll be facing at the end of this year.
Makes me wish my mental capacity was higher, but eh. Full report expect soon. -_o;;
Also, Winvideo:
Makes me wish my mental capacity was higher, but eh. Full report expect soon. -_o;;
Also, Winvideo:
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Welcome to the "Jokers"
Where you get strange, random stuff posted whenever I feel like it. I'll probably get some stuff up once I settle down in Blogspot.
Also: Rants soonish lawls.
Also: Rants soonish lawls.
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