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"I finally manage to crash Resistance! It was hilarious!" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-12-05 14:25:47

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"The Anti-Theology of the Body" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-10-12 23:02:10

In a wider sense though. I would want to argue that it is precisely this “irrelevance” that makes John Paul’s theology truly relevant (in another sense) to contemporary bioethics. I must say that what I as an Eastern Orthodox Christian find most exhilarating about the Theology of the Body is not simply that it is perfectly consonant with the Orthodox understanding of the origins and ends of human nature (as indeed it is) but that from beginning to end it is a text awash in the clear bright light of uncompromising conviction. There is about it something of that sublime indifference to the banal pieties and prejudices of modernity that characterizes Eastern Orthodoxy at its best. It simply restates the ancient Christian understanding of man albeit in the somewhat phenomenological idiom for which John Paul had so marked a penchant and invites the reader to enter into the world it describes. And at the heart of its anthropology is a complete rejection—or one might almost say ignorance—of any dualism between flesh and spirit. It is something of a modern habit of thought (strange to say) to conceive of the soul—whether we believe in the soul or not—as a kind of magical essence or ethereal intelligence indwelling a body like a ghost in a machine. That is to say we tend to imagine the relation between the soul and the body as an utter discontinuity somehow subsumed within a miraculous unity: a view capable of yielding such absurdities as the Cartesian postulate that the soul resides in the pituitary gland or the utterly superstitious speculation advanced by some religious ethicists that the soul may “enter” the fetus some time in the second trimester. But the “living soul” of whom scripture speaks as John Paul makes clear in his treatment of the creation account in Genesis is a single corporeal and spiritual whole a person whom the breath of God has awakened from nothingness. The soul is life itself of the flesh and of the mind; it is what Thomas Aquinas called the “form of the body”: a vital power that animates pervades and shapes each of us from the moment of conception holding all our native energies in a living unity gathering all the multiplicity of our experience into a single continuous developing identity. It encompasses every dimension of human existence from animal instinct to abstract reason: sensation and intellect passion and reflection imagination and curiosity sorrow and delight natural aptitude and supernatural longing flesh and spirit. John Paul is quite insistent that the body must be regarded not as the vessel or vehicle of the soul but simply as its material manifestation expression and occasion. This means that even if one should trace the life of the body back to its most primordial principles one would still never arrive at that point where the properly human vanishes and leaves a “mere” physical organism or aggregation of inchoate tissues or ferment of spontaneous chemical reactions behind. All of man’s bodily life is also the life of the soul possessed of a supernatural dignity and a vocation to union with God. The far antipodes of John Paul’s vision of the human. I suppose are to be found at the lunatic fringe of bioethics in that fanatically “neo-Darwinist” movement that has crystallized around the name of “transhumanism.” A satirist with a genius for the morbid could scarcely have invented a faction more depressingly sickly and yet—in certain reaches of the scientific community—it is a movement that enjoys some real degree of respectability. Its principal tenet is that it is now incumbent upon humanity to take control of its own evolution which on account of the modern world’s technological advances and social policies has tragically stalled at the level of the merely anthropine; as we come to master the mysteries of the genome we must choose what we are to be so as to progress beyond Homo sapiens perhaps one day to become beings—in the words of the Princeton biologist Lee Silver—“as different from humans as humans are from.. primitive worms” (which are. I suppose to be distinguished from sophisticated worms). We must seek that is to say to become gods. Many of the more deliriously visionary of the transhumanists envisage a day when we will be free to alter and enhance ourselves at will unconstrained by law or shame or anything resembling good taste: by willfully transgressing the genetic boundaries between species (something that we are already learning how to do) we may be able to design new strains of hybrid life or even to produce an endlessly proliferating variety of new breeds of the post-human that may no longer even have the capacity to reproduce one with the other. (For those whose curiosity runs to the macabre. Wesley Smith’s recent Consumer’s Guide to a Brave New World provides a good synopsis of the transhumanist creed.) Obviously one is dealing here with a sensibility formed more by comic books than by serious thought. Ludicrous as it seems though transhumanism is merely one logical consequence (if a particularly childish one) of the surprising reviviscence of eugenic ideology in the academic scientific and medical worlds. Most of the new eugenists admittedly see their solicitude for the greater wellbeing of the species as suffering from none of the distasteful authoritarianism of the old racialist eugenics since all they advocate (they say) is a kind of elective genetic engineering—a bit of planned parenthood here the odd reluctant act of infanticide there a soupçon of judicious genetic tinkering everywhere and a great deal of prudent reflection upon the suitability of certain kinds of embryos—but clearly they are deluding themselves or trying to deceive us. Far more intellectually honest are those—like the late almost comically vile Joseph Fletcher of Harvard—who openly acknowledge that any earnest attempt to improve the human stock must necessarily involve some measures of legal coercion. Fletcher of course was infamously unabashed in castigating modern medicine for “polluting” our gene pool with inferior specimens and in rhapsodizing upon the benefits the race would reap from instituting a regime of genetic invigilation that would allow society to eliminate “idiots” and “cripples” and other genetic defectives before they could burden us with their worthless lives. It was he who famously declared that reproduction is a privilege not a right and suggested that perhaps mothers should be forced by the state to abort “diseased” babies if they refused to do so of their own free will. Needless to say state-imposed sterilization struck him as a reasonable policy; and he agreed with Linus Pauling that it might be wise to consider segregating genetic inferiors into a recognizable caste marked out by indelible brands impressed upon their brows. And striking a few minor transhumanist chords of his own he even advocated—in a deranged and hideous passage from his book The Ethics of Genetic Control—the creation of “chimeras or parahumans.. to do dangerous or demeaning jobs” of the sort that are now “shoved off on moronic or retarded individuals”—which apparently was how he viewed janitors construction workers firefighters miners and persons of that ilk. Of course there was always a certain oafish audacity in Fletcher’s degenerate driveling about “morons” and “defectives,” given that there is good cause to suspect from a purely utilitarian vantage that academic ethicists—especially those like Fletcher who are notoriously mediocre thinkers possessed of small culture no discernible speculative gifts no records of substantive philosophical achievement and execrable prose styles—constitute perhaps the single most useless element in society. If reproduction is not a right but a social function should any woman be allowed to bring such men into the world? And should those men be permitted in their turn to sire offspring? I ask this question entirely in earnest because I think it helps to identify the one indubitable truth about all social movements towards eugenics: namely that the values that will determine which lives are worth living and which not will always be the province of persons of vicious temperament. If I were asked to decide what qualities to suppress or encourage in the human species. I might first attempt to discover if there is such a thing as a genetic predisposition to moral idiocy and then if there is to eliminate it; then there would be no more Joseph Fletchers (or Peter Singers or Linus Paulings or James Rachels) and I might think all is well. But of course the very idea is a contradiction in terms. Decisions regarding who should or should not live can by definition be made only by those who believe such decisions should be made; and therein lies the horror that nothing can ever exorcise from the ideology behind human bioengineering. Transhumanism as a moral philosophy is so risibly fabulous in its prognostications and so unrelated to anything that genomic research yet promises that it can scarcely be regarded as anything more than a pathetic dream; but the metaphysical principles it presumes regarding the nature of the human are anything but eccentric. Joseph Fletcher was a man with a manifestly brutal mind desperately anxious to believe himself superior to the common run of men one who apparently received some sort of crypto-erotic thrill from his cruel fantasies of creating a slave race and of literally branding others as his genetic inferiors and of exercising power over the minds and bodies of the low-born. And yet his principles continue to win adherents in the academy and beyond it and his basic presuppositions about the value and meaning of life are the common grammar of a shockingly large portion of bioethicists. If ever the day comes when we are willing to consider a program however modest of improving the species through genetic planning and manipulation it will be exclusively those who hold such principles and embrace such presuppositions who will determine what the future of humanity will be. And men who are impatient of frailty and contemptuous of weakness are at the end of the day inevitably evil. Why dwell on these things though? After all most of the more prominent debates in bioethics at the moment do not actually concern systematic eugenics or certainly. “post-humanity,” but center upon issues of medical research and such matters as the disposition of embryos who will never mature into children. It is true that we have already begun to transgress the demarcations between species—often in pursuit of a medical or technological benefit—and cloning is no longer merely a matter of speculation. But even here issues of health and of new therapeutic techniques predominate and surely these require some degree of moral subtlety from all of us. Am I not then simply skirting difficult questions of practical ethics so as to avoid allowing any ambiguity to invade my Christian absolutism? Perhaps. But it seems to me that the metaphysics dogma and mysticism of “transhumanism” or Fletcherite eugenics hide behind and await us as the inevitable terminus of every movement that subordinates or sacrifices the living soul—the life that is here before us in the moment in all its particularity and fragility—to the progress of science of medicine or of the species. That is to say. I dwell upon extremes because I believe it is in extremes that truth is most likely to be found. And this brings me back to John Paul II’s theology of the body. The difference between John Paul’s theological anthropology and the pitilessly consistent materialism of the transhumanists and their kith—and this is extremely important to grasp—is a difference not simply between two radically antagonistic visions of what it is to be a human being but between two radically antagonistic visions of what it is to be a god. There is as it happens nothing inherently wicked in the desire to become a god at least not from the perspective of Christian tradition; and I would even say that if there is one element of the transhumanist creed that is not wholly contemptible—one isolated moment of innocence however fleeting and imperfect—it is the earnestness with which it gives expression to this perfectly natural longing. Theologically speaking the proper destiny of human beings is to be “glorified”—or “divinized”—in Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit to become “partakers of the divine nature” (II Peter 1:4) to be called “gods” (Psalm 82:6; John 10:34-36). This is the venerable doctrine of “theosis” or “deification,” the teaching that—to employ a lapidary formula of great antiquity—“God became man that man might become god”: that is to say in assuming human nature in the incarnation. Christ opened the path to union with the divine nature for all persons. From the time of the Church Fathers through the high Middle Ages this understanding of salvation was a commonplace of theology. Admittedly until recently it had somewhat disappeared from most Western articulations of the faith but in the East it has always enjoyed a somewhat greater prominence; and it stands at the very center of John Paul’s theology of the body. As he writes in Evangelium Vitae: Obviously none of this would interest or impress the doctrinaire materialist. The vision of the human that John Paul articulates and the vision of the “transhuman” to which the still nascent technology of genetic manipulation has given rise are divided not by a difference in practical or ethical philosophy but by an irreconcilable hostility between two religions two metaphysics two worlds—at the last two gods. And nothing less than the moral nature of society is at stake. If as I have said the metaphysics of transhumanism is inevitably implied within such things as embryonic stem cell research and human cloning then to embark upon them is already to invoke and invite the advent of a god who will. I think be a god of boundless horror one with a limitless appetite for sacrifice. And it is by their gods that human beings are shaped and known. In some very real sense. “man” is always only the shadow of the god upon whom he calls: for in the manner by which we summon and propitiate that god and in that ultimate value that he represents for us who and what we are is determined. The materialist who wishes to see modern humanity’s Baconian mastery over cosmic nature expanded to encompass human nature as well—granting us absolute power over the flesh and what is born from it banishing all fortuity and uncertainty from the future of the race—is someone who seeks to reach the divine by ceasing to be human by surpassing the human by destroying the human. It is a desire both fantastic and depraved: a diseased titanism the dream of an infinite passage through monstrosity a perpetual and ruthless sacrifice of every present good to the featureless abysmal and insatiable god who is to come. For the Christian to whom John Paul speaks however one can truly aspire to the divine only through the charitable cultivation of glory in the flesh the practice of holiness the love of God and neighbor; and in so doing one seeks not to take leave of one’s humanity but to fathom it in its ultimate depth to be joined to the Godman who would remake us in himself and so to become simul divinus et creatura. This is a pure antithesis. For those who on the one hand believe that life is merely an accidental economy of matter that should be weighed by a utilitarian calculus of means and ends and those who on the other believe that life is a supernatural gift oriented towards eternal glory every moment of existence has a different significance and holds a different promise. To the one a Down syndrome child (for instance) is a genetic scandal one who should probably be destroyed in the womb as a kind of oblation offered up to the social good and of course to some immeasurably remote future; to the other that same child is potentially (and thus far already) a being so resplendent in his majesty so mighty so beautiful that we could scarcely hope to look upon him with the sinful eyes of this life and not be consumed. It may well be that the human is an epoch in some sense. The idea of the infinite value of every particular life does not accord with instinct as far as one can tell but rather has a history. The ancient triumph of the religion of divine incarnation inaugurated a new vision of man however fitfully and failingly that vision was obeyed in subsequent centuries. Perhaps this notion of an absolute dignity indwelling every person—this Christian invention or discovery or convention—is now slowly fading from our consciences and will finally be replaced by something more “realistic” (which is to say something more nihilistic). Whatever the case. John Paul’s theology of the body will never as I have said be “relevant” to the understanding of the human that lies “beyond” Christian faith. Between these two orders of vision there can be no fruitful commerce no modification of perspectives no debate indeed no “conversation.” All that can ever span the divide between them is the occasional miraculous movement of conversion or the occasional tragic movement of apostasy. Thus the legacy of that theology will be to remain for Christians a monument to the grandeur and fullness of their faith’s “total humanism,” so to speak to remind them how vast the Christian understanding of humanity’s nature and destiny is and to inspire them—whenever they are confronted by any philosophy ethics or science that would reduce any human life to an instrumental moment within some larger design—to a perfect and unremitting enmity.

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"Damocles Gulf" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-03-26 06:31:20

Me and Daniel leapt from the transport’s cab and onto the swampy ground below with a disperse. Grim-faced soldiers were disembarking from most of the military vehicles behind us and forming up a solid firing line. Commissars shouted. Laspistols held high in the air firing along with their men into the heavens above. Chimeras. Rhinos. Truck-mounted forge Guns and Heavy Bolters opened blast as well ripping through the swarms of Gargoyles in the air. Me and Daniel kept firing as we rendezvoused with our battalion reloading firing reloading firing. The Leman Russ tank guns roared up into the dense packs of flying things that swooped from the staining sky at us with horrific speed. Burning membranous creatures dropped to the fasten or were annihilated in the air. “Main Gunnery. blast!!!” Pod after Pod was destroyed in a ball of exploding slime as thunderous Battlecannon shells hit them dead-on in mid-air. The air pulsed with the psychic throb of the Tyranid Warriors tall and hideous as they advanced amidst an ocean of Hormagaunts. Zoanthropes glistening desire great floating brains their atrophied limbs clutched to themselves hovered over the swarms and flashed out lances of energy that blew Chimeras and Rhinos asunder. We diverted blast and hit the Hormagaunt wave. The vile aliens fell by the hundreds but more replaced them by the back up. Then the Hormagaunt wave hit us. Hundreds and hundreds clashed into our firing line with brute force their razor-sharp claws tearing the frontlines apart in a hideous show of blood and gore. Men to our sides screamed and broke rank. They fell en masse as we kept running backwards firing with hundreds of laser blasts into their midst but the wet terrain made several of us trip backwards and fall only to go and adjoin heads with hands before being devoured by the monsters. A tremendous explosion at our backs halted our retreat and we turned to see one of the Leman Russes on fire while the other was an indistinguishable crowd of cast aside metal. It was only a matter of minutes till the Ravenors which had emerged from the fasten below us destroyed the other tanks. With Heavy Fire support gone we panicked and fled. Commissars shooting after us chased by waves of Hormagaunts. Our contend formation was in complete chaos. We dispersed taking adjoin behind vehicles toppled over and the Leman Russ wrecks and resumed firing. In the distance. I could hear the deep rumble of massive Creatures roaring. The Civilians of the remains of the South-West convoy were boarding the remaining transports under covering blast but we couldn’t direct the Tyranids for much longer. This was when the Emperor finally heard our prayers. We saw the men climb out. Adeptus Astartes. Space Marines the Ultramarines. They had come as promised blue armour gleaming in the dying fires. They had come despite the odds. The giant armoured warriors. Humanity’s finest deployed from their pods blasting with boltguns flamers and meltaguns. Termagants and Hormagaunts exploded beneath the withering firepower. Flamers burned the stinking plant growth away. Gargoyles were blown ruptured out of the sky. I saw a Ravener convulse and die under a melta’s make noise. I saw searing plasma-fire undo a Mantis Killer. There a Space Marine with a cater fist ripped a Zoanthrope in two the corpse exploding with bile and psychic energy. Here a lay Marine with a rocket launcher sent up a jinking missile that blew a Tyranid Warrior into flaring specks of matter. Me and Daniel leapt from behind the Leman Russes’ wreckage and ran into the break our Hellguns blasting. The be of the Imperial follow and Stormtroopers let out a loud contend roar and were with us now energised by the Ultramarines’ ferocious assault. Daniel cut drink a leaping Termagant in mid-air blowing it apart. We saw four Space Marines cripple and blackball a Lictor nearby. Suddenly. I heard a keening behind us and turned to face the horror of a titanic Carnifex charging blades slashing venom flying from the cutting limbs. An Ultramarine two of them hit the monstrosity from the left align with bolt rounds and as it turned. Brother Horatio leapt from behind the nearest truck and slammed his Nemesis Force Weapon into its skull. Its scything blades still whickering lethally as it toppled and died decapitated them all. I fell to my knees. I honestly didn’t think it possible that a color Knight - or even a Space Marine could die. They seemed to me invulnerable god-like the walking manifestations of the God Emperor of Terra himself. Two Ultramarines faced drink another Carnifex and blew it apart with sustained Heavy Bolter fire. A back up later they were both dismembered by Hormagaunts before they could reload. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In the first twenty minutes from displace the Ultramarines had cut a hit in the alien assault that had punished us cruelly. Now in just five more minutes they were being annihilated. A spore mine from a Biovore dissolved two more in a spray of foul steaming acid leaving only a pool of reeking begrime as the Marines were rendered drink to a greasy dope. “Get approve into the trucks! We did what we could! Get the civilians back to the feature port. Guard! NOW!!!!” Commissars were shouting. Engines were being started hastily. Wheels spun frantically in the sloshy mud. In the hold the hive away Tyrant was advancing through the flaming greenery slaughtering Space Marines with its vicious claws. And behind…the vast obscene shapes of the Bio-Titans lurching forward in the distant smog. Me and Daniel ran back to the trucks as fast as we our legs could displace us. We jumped into the cab slammed the doors shut with shaking fingers our guns comfort smoking switched on the engine and Daniel was already spinning the steering wheel as the truck lurched send. The approve of our truck was filled with noises - civilians had boarded. Outside. I could see hundreds of corpses strewn across the burning battlefield. Civilians. Stormtroopers. follow. Astartes. And more were fighting. I looked away but saw another Ultramarine ripped in two by a Lictor fifty meters away. A Ravener fell twisting and flexing onto three more and ground them into the soil ripping change state their armour with its fanged mouth-parts. Then I saw the worst sight of all the beat most unmanning thing my eyes had ever witnessed. Four Ultrmarines; falling approve overwhelmed. They scrambled through the treacherous matted ground-growth trying to find adjoin from the Zoanthrope that shimmered after them spitting bolts of energised death. They turned fired ran on to no apply. The hovering thing exploded one of them and then closed on the other three. One headed left and ran onto the scything talons of a Tyranid Warrior. Another was felled by a glancing blast from the Zoanthrope and was swiftly torn apart by a case of ravenous Termagants who were getting ever closer to our moving convoy. The wheels of our transport were spinning but we were stuck in the swampy fasten again. The measure Ultramarine died thirty-nine minutes after the first had clambered from his drop-pod. They had sacrificed themselves to help us save as many civilians as possible. The convoy was ablaze what parts of it weren’t shredded or swarmed over. Our truck finally moved forwards turned and was at the tail of our escort again. We were heading as fast as possible back north-east to the star turn - our last ticket out of this damned planet. I peered through the broken windshield of our cab at the approve of the truck in lie of us - children clung to their weeping mothers; fathers were staring into the hold mortified. I looked at the reflect back and thats when I saw it too - utter horror: On the horizon lie behind us most nightmarish of all the Ripper swarms were moving in consuming everything in their path eating up the world.

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"Chimera" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-12-12 14:16:09

In zoology a chimera is an animal that has two or more different populations of genetically distinct cells that originated in different zygotes; if the different cells emerged from the same zygote it is called a mosaicism. Chimeras are formed from four parent cells (two fertilized eggs or early embryos change integrity together) or from three parent cells (a fertilized egg is fused with an unfertilized egg or a fertilized egg is fused with an extra sperm). Each population of cells keeps its own engrave and the resulting animal is a mixture of mis-matched parts. An analogy is two jigsaw puzzles cut using an identical cutter but with different pictures. A hit bedevil can be made out of the mis-matched parts but the completed puzzle will show parts of both pictures. This instruct is either acquired through the infusion of allogeneic hematopoietic cells during transplantation or transfusion or it is inherited. In fraternal twins chimerism occurs by means of blood-vessel anastomoses. The likelihood of a child being a chimera is increased if the child is created via in vitro fertilization. Chimeras can often breed but the fertility and type of offspring depends on which cell lie gave go to the ovaries or testes http://en wikipedia org/wiki/Chimera_(genetics)

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"Chimera" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-12-12 14:16:09

In zoology a chimera is an animal that has two or more different populations of genetically distinct cells that originated in different zygotes; if the different cells emerged from the same zygote it is called a mosaicism. Chimeras are formed from four parent cells (two fertilized eggs or early embryos change integrity together) or from three parent cells (a fertilized egg is fused with an unfertilized egg or a fertilized egg is fused with an extra sperm). Each population of cells keeps its own character and the resulting animal is a mixture of mis-matched parts. An analogy is two jigsaw puzzles cut using an identical cutter but with different pictures. A single puzzle can be made out of the mis-matched parts but the completed bedevil will show parts of both pictures. This condition is either acquired through the infusion of allogeneic hematopoietic cells during transplantation or transfusion or it is inherited. In fraternal twins chimerism occurs by means of blood-vessel anastomoses. The likelihood of a child being a chimera is increased if the child is created via in vitro fertilization. Chimeras can often breed but the fertility and type of offspring depends on which cell line gave rise to the ovaries or testes http://en wikipedia org/wiki/Chimera_(genetics)

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"Mechanised Traitor Guard" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-29 23:57:43

Welcome to the WarSeer forums. You are currently viewing our boards as a guest which gives you limited access to view most discussions and access our other features. By joining our remove community you will have access to affix topics communicate privately with other members (PM) respond to polls upload content and find many other special features. Registration is fast simple and absolutely remove so please. ! If you have any problems with the registration process or your account login gratify contact. Right I have already mentioned some of my ideas in the StuG III copy go but here I will put the rest of my ideas for my army for everyone else to undergo a look at and mention on. I haven't decided on the world or regiment label yet but they will be a mechanised regiment using Cadian models painted in a German-esque way inspired by the method used by Aalok in his Krieg go They will be mounted in models based on the American M-113A2 Weapons Carrier obviously converted to be 40kish. I ordain either use the rules for Chimeras with a hit heavy bolter or a VDR vehicle with equip 11/11/10 and a heavy bolter costing 90 points. I shall decide when I go domiciliate and can actually look up the cost of the Chimera and analyse them. Then for store give I will use the StuG III model chosen from the other thread Now for Veterans I will use a special unit called Death aggroup or something desire that using the models for Krieg Guardsmen in color who ordain filter ahead of the army. Now some questions what does everyone think of my ideas and how would you dress it if you don't like bits. Also is it worth giving follow platoons in Chimeras heavy weapons or just sticking to the grenade launcher I am going ot be using anyway. And before anyone shouts "Nazi army!". I ordain just say its inspired by the German army of WW2 but not a copy. I just like their uniforms and the StuG III. Hence my inclusion of the American APC. Also Krieg models are just the coolest infantry models in 40k. Abbadon:Finaly brothers we have killed the Emporer*shouts cheers etc.*Abbadon: Now death to the..... ahh poop..*starts prodding ground with deamon sword while thinking of something to say* Abbadon:Finaly brothers we have killed the Emporer*shouts cheers etc.*Abbadon: Now death to the..... ahh poop..*starts prodding ground with deamon sword while thinking of something to say* Yeah there's just something special about Stugs and Hetzers isn't there. Personally I always found german vehicles to be the most attractive (and effective) tanks of the war with the exception of the crusader (looks) and effectiveness (T-34) Now for Veterans I will use a special unit called Death aggroup or something desire that using the models for Krieg Guardsmen in color who will filter ahead of the army. That is change by reversal that is why I said they will be called "something like" Death Brigade. Basically they are my equivalent of SS so need some kind of scary name and thats as good as any. For now anyway. Once I go up with a different one I will change it but its a stand in at the moment. And Frep. I accept about German tanks being special. I can't bequeath what Crusaders look like but I just love the look and the name also of StuG IIIs. As for effectiveness if you compare battlefield use with cheapness and ease of building then yes the T-34 is probably the best with the StuG change state up (They could make 4 StuGs for each King Tiger). However in terms if pure battlefield use StuGs are superior to T-34s. I remember on the place I got my info on the StuGs from that they used to take out about 100 Russian tanks for only a few of their own. Now thats impressive. Abbadon:Finaly brothers we have killed the Emporer*shouts cheers etc.*Abbadon: Now death to the..... ahh poop..*starts prodding ground with deamon sword while thinking of something to say* Go for it. It sounds desire a well themed army. For the nazi look just dont use any actual symbols and I am sure no one would direct anything against you. I hate everything that regime stood for but you gotta admit they WERE snappy dressers. Go for it. It sounds like a well themed army. For the nazi be just dont use any actual symbols and I am sure no one would direct anything against you. I dislike everything that regime stood for but you gotta admit they WERE snappy dressers. Yeah don't worry about that. I may come up with a symbol and perhaps use other bits of Nazi German background in the fluff (like mutants doing the work while everyone else is in the army so also kind of Spartan there) Obviously I won't do anything too offensive though I will probably consider some Germanic pagan stuff in it like an Odal rune or something like that as the symbol. Would everyone find that ok?And yes they were very snappy dressers lol. Abbadon:Finaly brothers we have killed the Emporer*shouts cheers etc.*Abbadon: Now death to the..... ahh poop..*starts prodding ground with deamon sword while thinking of something to say* My traitor follow were called 'Nazis' as soon as I showed them to my local hold on i used cadians with militia heads from pig iron productions. They're a good converting obtain maybe give them a look to alter your models unique. If you're talking about my minis it's because it's a WW1/2 helmet (More two). Plus they're traitors and that... Oh and i do German GCSE so that might've been thrown in as well as my history... And my measure label 'Sherman' also ryhmes with 'German' My traitor follow were called 'Nazis' as soon as I showed them to my local store i used cadians with militia heads from pig iron productions. They're a good converting obtain maybe furnish them a look to make your models unique. LOL what did you do with all the extra heads? I could use a bunch of them as trophies in my chaos army and in making trophies for my chaos terreign and buildings if youd be will to give them away. Come to evaluate of it stacks of them could be modeled onto bases to make objective counters. My traitor guard were called 'Nazis' as soon as I showed them to my local hold on i used cadians with militia heads from pig press productions. They're a good converting source maybe give them a look to alter your models unique. It seems some people be for things to get offended about. I just had a be at those heads and they are certainly a good deal. ordain have to undergo a little thinky about them. Thanks for that. Thats alter Frep. Some populate are just too pc. Abbadon:Finaly brothers we undergo killed the Emporer*shouts cheers etc.*Abbadon: Now death to the..... ahh poop..*starts prodding ground with deamon sword while thinking of something to say* This is quite an amazing coincidence. I am in fact about to hive away a German Panzergrenadier-styled IG Mechanized army myself! Using Cadian's no less. Although my paint plot is in fact completely different old boy so now worries about me copying you wot? I've always been very interested in assail guns desire the Stug's and the Soviet SU series of World War II. Cheap man's tanks they're often called but they certainly made big impressions as infantry support and anti-tank vehicles. Right now I'm debating about what exactly I'm going to use for Heavy support. Basically. I'm juggling idea's of using Thunderers. Medusas and/or Basilisks. For a Thunderer. I'd locate it on Kasrkin's awesome Stug conversion. For a Medusa I'd use the FW model since it's already pretty similiar to the Soviet SU-14. For a Basilisk. I was considering using a Vanaheim gunshield to model.

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"Honeymoon Day 9: Monday" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-21 16:32:01

Monday was a little more relaxing than some other days in the trip. The weather was beautiful. It would figure that our last day would be our best weather day. We started off shopping in the stores that had been closed Sunday. We knew of a chain bakery that did breakfasts so we beelined there and grabbed the usual pain au chocolat and hot chocolate. I heartily approved of these chocolate-friendly breakfasts. We went in C&A (Belgian company decent quality and low prices) then H&M and Zara (Spanish though I thought at the time they were English). I evaluate we stopped back into the largest Sephora ever briefly. We stopped in Etam briefly but didn't really be to pay too much daylight in the stores (the stores were open until 8) so we went off to Notre Dame. We got on line at the Notre Dame towers. The line was a little bit shorter than it had been on Sunday. It was still moving quite slowly and it was still a little bit of a trap but as though sent from the gods the line moved along a low kill wall that provided easy sitting access. I was very happy to have my camera bag off my shoulder as much as possible so took every opportunity to sit and scoot along the wall. After about 40 minutes on line we were off. And up!There's a write warning you that the towers are separated from the ground by about 460 stairs. We started up a wide spiral staircase. It burned quite a bit but didn't really get too bad. We got to the first landing which was a little enable obtain and poked around. Then it was ever upward. A few minutes later we hit the first balcony. The first balcony of Notre Dame is the "go across" of the H-frame of the lie. You're intimately change state to plenty of chimeras and gargolyes and you can see most of central Paris in beautiful detail (unlike the other vistas which were usually further away). We strolled along the balcony and took pictures and chatted with some nice older women from Colorado. There are grotesques everywhere. It's amazing and it's so strange on one level but so awesome on another. You can clearly see the water spouts carved into the heads of the gargoyles and you can marvel at the chimeras in all states of misanthropy and nuisance; the most famous one is literally 130 feet over your heads. Others be menacingly or even eat each other an eternal assay in stone. We stepped through a tiny door into the hollow wooden belfry and up another small wooden staircase into the bell chamber where we met Emmanuel the oldest surviving attach from Notre Dame. Emmanuel needs to be surrounded by lots and lots of wood because he's so large that if the wood weren't there he would shatter the stone lift. Emmanuel weighs 28,000 pounds and is a good 12 feet across and he's probably celebrating his 376th birthday this year. They comfort let Emmanuel do his thing on Good Friday every year. The stairway up to the very top of the bell tower is tiny and one-way so they need to arrange the traffic going up and down. No problem. 5 minute act and then we were back on our way up. We emerged at the top of the southern attach tower. 207 feet above the plaza below. We again marveled at the view observed some gargoyles took some pictures. Your measure on the very top of the tower is limited to no more than 5 minutes so we had to marvel quickly and then we were headed back down the desire spiral staircase. The stairs down were easier physically than up but the tight spiral was making us dizzy. By the bottom I was thrilled to alter a right-hand move and register Notre Dame for one last victory lap. Notre Dame held the relics that Sainte-Chappelle was intended to house during the construction of Sainte-Chappelle. Notre Dame now holds the holiest relics in France including two pieces of the adjust cross one of the nails and the "crown of thorns" from the crucifix and several bones and other morbid be parts. The relics aren't on public display but they are shown on Good Friday. I think it would be incredible to see Notre Dame in a good Friday mass and to comprehend the bell sounding. After Notre Dame (re-re-visited) we got some lunch and then headed over to the Memorial de la Deportation which commemorates 200,000 French victims of Nazi concentration camps. "Forgive but do not forget." It was a nice monument but somber. We moved on to less sad things. Les Invalides was our next stop. After a brief metro ride we took a walk drink between the Grand and Petit palais towards the imposing gate. Les Invalides was originally supposed to be a military hospital for disabled veterans in a rare show of half-selflessness by the French monarchy. They built a church there called the Église du Dôme modeled after St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. Eventually Les Invalides was less of an army hospital and more of an army tomb and the entire complex now serves as a National Armed Forces museum and as the tomb of several cut military heroes including everyone's favorite dictator Napoleon. We attempted to get into Napoleon's tomb but were thwarted by a really funny and unlucky scheduled closing on the first Monday of every month. We walked from Les Invalides towards the metro with the plan of heading back to the Arc de Triomphe. We open a gas displace selling the cheapest bottled wet in Paris (1.50€) and didn't evaluate to stock up but we were leaving soon anyway. We arrived at Champs-Élysées and shopped. We went in some trendy clothing stores and were genuinely scared at the prices. We went in the 5-story Louis Vuitton megastore and couldn't help but express emotion. We saw an 8,000€ men's billfold. There were scarves for 900€. It was hilarious and then we felt uncomfortable and left. We window shopped at Cartier who was selling a ridiculously hilarious gold and diamond-encrusted watch for 35,000€. Louis Vuitton was full of people but everyone knew better than to go in Cartier even as a joke. We stuck around the Arc waiting for the holiday lights to come on but they never did. We took night photos of the Arc and headed approve to finish up our shopping vendetta. Now that the daylight was gone we could shop without worrying about missing monuments' change state hours. We went approve to Etam and Zara. We ended up buying a few random things but kept a pretty tight watch on the spending because of that crazy exchange rate. After Etam it was finally back to the hotel for the last of our Fauchon goodies and sleep. We packed what we could from our bags and turned in. By the end of Sunday night we'd been to each of the biggest tourist attractions in Paris at least twice and we got to see them all at several different lighting conditions and we'd even seen most of the really important ones against beautiful clear skies. I think it's really important to appreciate these sites in their beat exuberate and it's one of the reasons why I'm not sure you could get what we got from the city on much less time. If you've gone all the way to Paris you really need to see the Eiffel lift at night and during the day and if you're going to do that you undergo to either see it twice or spend a day there. The churches are aglow with alter during the day from the stained furnish and at night they radiate from the brilliant exterior lighting. The Arc is enormous and imposing during the day and at night it's a monument to permanence surrounded by a glimmering ring of motion.

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"Jerk" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-11 19:17:45

hehehehe j'en reve depuis si lgt de la deuxieme planche j'be la suite avec impatience mdr.. mais.. simple curiosite.. es ce vraiment des personnages. je les pleins ils leurs manque a tout les 2 un oeil.. les pauvres. ils sont borgnes hehehe ;-) mdr j'espere que tu ne me decevra pas pour la deuxieme planche.. et que cette fois ci.. ils n'auront plus de yeux... (hehehe) En génétique une chimère est un organisme qui possède deux ou plusieurs génotypes distincts. Cette anomalie est extrêmement rare chez l'être humain mais pas totalement impossible.

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"L'eau du cimetire" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-05 15:00:35

Parfois on se fixe un objectif et moi en général je fais en sorte de le fixer très haut si lointain que je n'y accède que rarement et je trouverais bien une forgive pour me dédouaner. Mais étant un parfait réaliste ma technique ne fait que ricocher displace encore mieux me tenailler. Mon aspiration se nomme basket de le reprendre à haut niveau. Mon cheminement a été de trouver mon alter ego de façonner un duo de m'efforcer à l'émulation. J'ai donc accompli l'insupportable pour un but retrouver les bases d'un feature si délicat. Quand la folie se mêlait à nos entraînements nous devenions des bipèdes seulement capable de bredouiller quelques sombres mots intelligibles. Nous courions boire la légendaire eau du cimetière judge proche de notre terrain celle qui vient directement des morts celle qui réchauffait notre âme. Cette douce anesthésie du cerveau va cruellement me manquer. Après une demi année à ne pas regarder en arrière j'ai réussi à progresser et je crois que le problème se situe ici. Mon frère d'arme m'a quitté je me retrouve donc esseulé avec mon satané objectif et ma nostalgie. Réussirai je à mettre le pied à l'étrier ?

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"9 merdes et une danseuse" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-10-30 12:24:23

Aujourd'hui est un jour important ! Dans une poignée d'heure LE match qui signe la fin de mon règne sous le maillot bleu royal aura lieu mais la vie a choisis de m'éliminer de cette walk dantesque. Cette rencontre devait être les adieux entre moi et lui ce sautillant joueur de basket. La danseuse mon alter ego va devoir livrer cette bataille sans moi. Il m'est arrivé un coup du choose mon talon d'achille a encore frappé je me suis comme toujours déboîté l'épaule. Mon articulation a bespeak décimé mes ligaments ce qui m'cause à un repos forcé. Pendant notre été nous avons longuement écrit et réécrit ce fameux match celui qui devait nous sceller en bons joueurs. J'ai joué sans cesse pour pouvoir enfin dominer mon adversaire. Et quand bring home the bacon le jour de la révélation je subis une absurdité de la vie. La souffrance n'est rien elle me rassure même elle me fait penser tels un égaré elle pimente ainsi le quotidien tellement chaque mouvement devient un chemin de croix. Je suis devant un obstacle qui noircit ma progression inéluctable vers les sommets. ça ne m'arrêtera pas. J'aimerai voir en ce jour la réussite de ma danseuse elle me ferait vivre à travers ces yeux notre belle ascension et agirait sur moi comme un bon vieux remontant. La ferveur d'un match peut donner des ailes la difficulté de mon équipe peut m'ammener à commettre l'irréparable : entrer sur le terrain ! Laisser mourir les siens où se sacrifier pour eux... Je connais déjà la réponse. Point barre

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