"Holy shit!" Cooper shouted as he fell backwards onto the floor.
Despite the fact that there had been no sightings of life near the outpost, his heart was racing; he was in a state of shock, and the only thing he could do was look back up towards the window. Much to his relief however, Cooper saw something entirely different from what he had expected. Spindles, the outpost's resident maintenance technician was looking in at him, cheerily smiling as he checked the exterior of the structure.
"Damn! You scared me good," laughed Cooper, but Spindles just shrugged and went back to scrolling across the surface of the command center.
Still slightly shaken, Cooper stood up slowly in order to avoid any pain from the corrosion on his stomach. " Too late!" he thought, as a burst of discomfort shot across his entire body.
"Ah, I have been looking everywhere for you," came a familiar voice, "always trying to skimp out on me."
Cooper looked flustered, "No, not at all captain, was' uh... just on my way to see you."
Hane Pomroy, or the 'captain' for short, was in his mid-fifties; approaching old age, but still full of passion. "Coming to my quarters by walking away from them?" he chuckled. "You need to lighten up. Always looken' like you're in pain. I can't have my crew feeling sorry for our resident tough-guy."
"Ye..ah," Cooper spluttered, trying not to convey that his body felt like it was falling apart.
"Estella and I have been meaning to talk to you," he continued, "and you know how adamant she is about getting things accomplished."
"Adamant? That... ...you're little 'friend' had me doing her grunt work for a week," grumbled Cooper.
"My grunt work?" said another equally familiar, yet far more odious voice, "maybe if you weren't so unintelligible you'd understand how important my research is."
Cooper spun around to see Estella, an ominously beautiful women, with darkly alluring features walking towards him. "I mean, this place is special, it's essentially one huge clump of resources."
"And once my superiors are made aware of how truly special this place is..." she resumed.
"Oh, give it a rest Estella, we both know this place is just another wasteland floating around in space," joked the captain.
"Yeah, we just had to pick the frozen one," Cooper groaned.
Estella looked angry, "It's not just a wasteland! In a few weeks I will have all the evidence I need to prove that this place is a solid mass of minera ore."
Looking amused, the captain joked, "You keep dreaming Estella, but we men have to retain order around here, and make sure everything is still working." After a slight pause, he looked towards Cooper and continued, "Did you hear that they found a hole underneath the reactor?"
"Straight from the woodpecker's mouth," Cooper said bitterly.
The captain at first laughed, but then his face went stern, "You know as well as I do boy that Alice is always going to choose what she knows'll stick around."
The captains comment took Cooper by surprise, and while Cooper prepared to interject, Kamryn's voice echoed down the hall.
"Speak of the devil," Estella grinned playfully, "I wonder what could be so urgent? Perhaps he needs another gold star?"
"Captain! Captain! There... We... We... My workers they... They found a body!" yelped Kamryn as he halted to a stop, still trying to catch his breath. "A body, underneath, underneath... in the hole underneath the reactor."
The case with SICK is somewhat special. This clan grew with the forums and actually help build this place. It's part of DiabloFans history and it was already affiliated to this forum since the begining. It should stay that way, but this does not exclude the presence of other clans. To me, SICK is a prestigious clan simply because it was there before D3 was revealed and it was there at the very start of this community. It should therefore be the dominant clan. If a clan gets better than SICK, I'm all for it, it's "natural selection" and everything is in order.
If I were to choose between a newly formed clan and clan SICK, I would choose without hesitation SICK. Now, if you want to choose something else, it's your choice. But don't come crying back to me saying that the clan leaders stole all your gear and called you a brat as we do not take traitors among our ranks :evil:.... NAHHHHH just kidding man, we're gonna be a cool clan and welcome you with open arms.
Well, I hope I made my point clear ^_^.
Really, i'd just prefer there to be no single clan sub-forum like what SICK had, rather a forum in which multiple clans had their own threads or even just a guild recruitment forum leading to other websites. It's so irresponsible to hand over a chunk of a website to a separate entity.
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"Holy shit!" Cooper shouted as he fell backwards onto the floor.
Despite the fact that there had been no sightings of life near the outpost, his heart was racing; he was in a state of shock, and the only thing he could do was look back up towards the window. Much to his relief however, Cooper saw something entirely different from what he had expected. Spindles, the outpost's resident maintenance technician was looking in at him, cheerily smiling as he checked the exterior of the structure.
"Damn! You scared me good," laughed Cooper, but Spindles just shrugged and went back to scrolling across the surface of the command center.
Still slightly shaken, Cooper stood up slowly in order to avoid any pain from the corrosion on his stomach. " Too late!" he thought, as a burst of discomfort shot across his entire body.
"Ah, I have been looking everywhere for you," came a familiar voice, "always trying to skimp out on me."
Cooper looked flustered, "No, not at all captain, was' uh... just on my way to see you."
Hane Pomroy, or the 'captain' for short, was in his mid-fifties; approaching old age, but still full of passion. "Coming to my quarters by walking away from them?" he chuckled. "You need to lighten up. Always looken' like you're in pain. I can't have my crew feeling sorry for our resident tough-guy."
"Ye..ah," Cooper spluttered, trying not to convey that his body felt like it was falling apart.
"Estella and I have been meaning to talk to you," he continued, "and you know how adamant she is about getting things accomplished."
"Adamant? That... ...you're little 'friend' had me doing her grunt work for a week," grumbled Cooper.
"My grunt work?" said another equally familiar, yet far more odious voice, "maybe if you weren't so unintelligible you'd understand how important my research is."
Cooper spun around to see Estella, an ominously beautiful women, with darkly alluring features walking towards him. "I mean, this place is special, it's essentially one huge clump of resources."
"And once my superiors are made aware of how truly special this place is..." she resumed.
"Oh, give it a rest Estella, we both know this place is just another wasteland floating around in space," joked the captain.
"Yeah, we just had to pick the frozen one," Cooper groaned.
Estella looked angry, "It's not just a wasteland! In a few weeks I will have all the evidence I need to prove that this place is a solid mass of minera ore."
Looking amused, the captain joked, "You keep dreaming Estella, but we men have to retain order around here, and make sure everything is still working." After a slight pause, he looked towards Cooper and continued, "Did you hear that they found a hole underneath the reactor?"
"Straight from the woodpecker's mouth," Cooper said bitterly.
The captain at first laughed, but then his face went stern, "You know as well as I do boy that Alice is always going to choose what she knows'll stick around."
The captains comment took Cooper by surprise, and while Cooper prepared to interject, Kamryn's voice echoed down the hall.
"Speak of the devil," Estella grinned playfully, "I wonder what could be so urgent? Perhaps he needs another gold star?"
"Captain! Captain! There... We... We... My workers they... They found a body!" yelped Kamryn as he halted to a stop, still trying to catch his breath. "A body, underneath, underneath... in the hole underneath the reactor."
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Really, i'd just prefer there to be no single clan sub-forum like what SICK had, rather a forum in which multiple clans had their own threads or even just a guild recruitment forum leading to other websites. It's so irresponsible to hand over a chunk of a website to a separate entity.