Ranger Archive

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Bekan wrote:

And you know what? I won't care whether we ever get loving from the developers. Because I am a Ranger.

And there is nothing more calming than being just that.

oh, err, ahh, ROAR!

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You should get the vehicle control FS skill so you can out turn and outrun the mobs on your way home

Cedara

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Bekan wrote:

and I don't particularily care whether or how it affected me. I only know that I am sitting here at work, daydreaming of fur-fol, wishing I were home. In another 43 minutes, I'll exit my place of work, leaving the stress behind, enter the Metro and ride and ride and ignore everyone else, day-dreaming about being able to board my Dunelizard.

Then, exitting the Metro, I'll walk to the parking garage and climb into my Ranger, Ford that is. I'll face the mob of traffic and drive home. Day-dreaming of riding on my BARC.

There I will enter my personal camp, grab a cold Brandy out of the fridge, not even noticing the Diet-Pepsi label, snatch a Kanali wafer and a Dweezel or two, and head on down to my own, my very own mission terminal.

Only then, will I wake up in the better place, the world-that-is-real for me. One where work is a four-letter word, where I'm a 7-foot tall Kashyyykian refugee.

Since I'm grinding a bit for Force Sensitivity (haven't really decided the BIG one yet, although I probably will go all out after all), I'll see if any of my mates are online, and I'll do what I do. I'll probably hop ReconTwo and head over to Rori, or maybe Dantooine. I'll grab a pack of P-Darts and pop some more Dweezel and I'll go hunt some Bolle's, or Pickets.

And I won't give a rat's-ass whether the P-Dart is broken or fixed, because I never managed to use the root anyway. And I won't care about any of the other problems of the day, because I'll be there, in that world and that reality which helps me to forget the stress of the 'real world' for just a little while.

And you know what? I won't care whether we ever get loving from the developers. Because I am a Ranger.

And there is nothing more calming than being just that.

oh, err, ahh, ROAR!

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Bekan wrote:

and I don't particularily care whether or how it affected me. I only know that I am sitting here at work, daydreaming of fur-fol, wishing I were home. In another 43 minutes, I'll exit my place of work, leaving the stress behind, enter the Metro and ride and ride and ignore everyone else, day-dreaming about being able to board my Dunelizard.

Then, exitting the Metro, I'll walk to the parking garage and climb into my Ranger, Ford that is. I'll face the mob of traffic and drive home. Day-dreaming of riding on my BARC.

There I will enter my personal camp, grab a cold Brandy out of the fridge, not even noticing the Diet-Pepsi label, snatch a Kanali wafer and a Dweezel or two, and head on down to my own, my very own mission terminal.

Only then, will I wake up in the better place, the world-that-is-real for me. One where work is a four-letter word, where I'm a 7-foot tall Kashyyykian refugee.

Since I'm grinding a bit for Force Sensitivity (haven't really decided the BIG one yet, although I probably will go all out after all), I'll see if any of my mates are online, and I'll do what I do. I'll probably hop ReconTwo and head over to Rori, or maybe Dantooine. I'll grab a pack of P-Darts and pop some more Dweezel and I'll go hunt some Bolle's, or Pickets.

And I won't give a rat's-ass whether the P-Dart is broken or fixed, because I never managed to use the root anyway. And I won't care about any of the other problems of the day, because I'll be there, in that world and that reality which helps me to forget the stress of the 'real world' for just a little while.

And you know what? I won't care whether we ever get loving from the developers. Because I am a Ranger.

And there is nothing more calming than being just that.

oh, err, ahh, ROAR!

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