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 on: July 09, 2017, 01:10:59 PM 
Started by El Camp-0 - Last post by El Camp-0
Anyone else eagerly waiting for 3.0 to come out...they have added a couple of moons so far.

 on: July 09, 2017, 01:10:23 PM 
Started by Docdead - Last post by El Camp-0
The new design is pretty cool and the Hockey Sweater are badass!!! Get yours you Nerds!!

 on: July 09, 2017, 01:09:41 PM 
Started by Tabaxion - Last post by El Camp-0
Looks like a fun game...I just wish it was all in First Person...

 on: July 02, 2017, 03:28:52 PM 
Started by Agriassw - Last post by Agriassw
All the Cosplays

The Epic Moment:

 on: July 02, 2017, 02:29:11 PM 
Started by Ken - Last post by Earth
Title:Stormy Sunset

Lightning composite1 by Joe Adams, on Flickr

 on: June 20, 2017, 12:32:31 PM 
Started by Ken - Last post by Tabaxion
The ride was usually rough in the chopper, even with the stabilizers working to balance the flying machine as it soared over the mountains and into Denver.   The city was so enormous with nearly 5 million population of human and alien alike.  It wasn’t the largest of spaceports, but it did have the headquarters of fleet command ad well as one of four of the palaces of  the Hegemon located on Earth.  The amount of air traffic and ground made Ike think he was still at the cabin looking down at a disturbed ants nest.  Suddenly the whisky wore off and he began thinking clearly.  “It happening again”, he muttered.   

In the years following the loss of Andori, the war was quick against an enemy they never saw.  The battles were few and in remotes sections of the known galaxy.  Even smaller empires surrounding their own reported skirmishes with terrible losses.   The fact that Ike and the crew of the Iethean Hawk survived the first encounter with the faceless was a well know story.  But also being one of the few ships to engage them and drive them back in battle shortly after repairs.  Saving countless lives in different systems.  Still never seeing who or what they were fighting.  Then suddenly, they were gone.  The things they called “faceless” were no more.  Then the politics of finger pointing began.  Which Ike thought was the true war they had to deal with.  It nearly tore the whole command into a civil war.   Until the newest Hegemon won his seat and took control.  Even Ike was impressed in his skills at the way it went so smoothly.   Soon Ike was pressured into service with the Hegemon,  Which he politely declined and promptly retired. 

Ike was suddenly brought back from his memories.  At least the ones he could remember.  The Chopper landed with a solid thud on the landing pad and Ike was shocked to see not just a full welcoming squad, but the Hegemon himself standing next to Ike Jr.   Quickly every possible reason as to why he was called back to duty escaped him.    He walked up to the Hegemon, smiled and saluted the best he could.  His joints ached with disease. 

“General Ike Ironton reporting for duty,” Ike continued to stare straight forward.

The Hegemon smiled and took a step in and placed his hand on Ikes shoulder.  “Of all the people in this galaxy, you can still call me Perymore”.  Suddenly The Hegemon pulled Ike into a hug.

“It’s good to see you too Perymore.”

 on: June 13, 2017, 01:42:30 PM 
Started by Tabaxion - Last post by Tabaxion
So I have been playing this game with a few VtW gaming folk.   It has been an incredible journey in such a short amount of time.  I have come to really enjoy the game..granted playing without pants makes me feel a bit violated....But that is a different issues altogether.   But I need to tell you about one of these sessions.

It was late in the game....thee of the four man squad made it to final area no bigger than 200 yards is circumference.  Hiding in the trees along side of a small dirt road with a rarely used path intersecting it, the circle started closing in.   With 14 other people alive, it was going to be tight as other teams came in closer.  As we made our way further, quickly our other team member was shot followed by myself.  As we were quickly put out of our misery, Lt Fork found herself alone within the closing circle.  Suddenly a car with three other attackers approached, their guns blazing.  Their goal was to either shoot Fork where she stood or run her down like some expendable possum on country road.  Her never say die inner strength kick-in, and suddenly she turn to face the oncoming car only to see it swerve and hit a tree.  She quickly unloaded on the car as bullets ripped into it.  The blast of the old military car was brilliant as the orange and yellow ball enveloped the three passengers and exploded sending the bodies of the attackers into the field.   The thrill of the kill and excitement of what just happen filled her with purpose as she quickly turned back into the closing circle and shortly was gunned down.  Mainly because the 2 other people saw everything that just went down.  Really...you couldn't miss the large flaming ball as it rose high into the sky. 
      So placing #3 was still a amazing task.  We praised and cheered..it was a great fight.  We went to get ready to start another round until we heard from fork...."Wait...that was a bit much..I need to pee"   Oh the thrill of warfare.

   I recommend this game.  As a Early Access game, it already is a pretty well built game.   I am looking forward to what they add.  But for now.  We'll see you on the Island.


 on: June 12, 2017, 10:14:00 AM 
Started by Ken - Last post by Ken
Show X Art Contest April 2017 Winner!

Title: Birds Eye
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Artist: Pusser

 on: June 12, 2017, 10:07:10 AM 
Started by Ken - Last post by Ken
Chapter Two

Exactly 5 earth years later, Ike poured the last of the whisky into a faux-crystal glass.

He spends most of his days fishing at the lake directly adjacent to his abode. Not that he has much luck, mainly due to the fact that there are no fish in that lake. But, that didn't stop him sitting next to it consuming store-brand beers and throwing out the line every few minutes for most of the sunlit hours each day.

He almost imperceptibly raised his glass half an inch and paused for a moment. Grunting, he returned the container to his lips and poured the last of the liquid, that is to say most of a tumbler full, down his throat. His eyes now looked much the material in his hand. He placed the glass down on the cheap wooden table next to him.

His cabin for the past few years had been a little rough around the edges. Grass needing mowed and weeds needing weeded, but in the past two weeks Ike returned the estate to the high standard it used to be kept to. He had to make it respectable. Everything was organized into boxes, clothes all washed, and all paper records left methodically sorted by year and purpose on his kitchen table.

Today was different from his normal day. There was no beer-flavoured-water and no fishing, and more unusual, his drink of choice was a 237 year old Scotch. Most goods are simply printed these days, but traditional casked, Earth-made spirits are treasured. In fact most are in museums or the pride of top-bureaucrat's collections. But when the democratically elected Hegemon of the United-Systems of Arn presented this bottle to him 4 Earth-years, 364 days prior, Ike had no intention of preserving the relic.

"Hero, they say," Ike slurred to himself. He looked at the empty bottle, and exhaled out of his nose as if at a joke no one found funny.

Ike stood up and walked back into his home, just then the comms. system began to peal. An expression of despondency crossed his face. "Why today? Computer I said no calls today - you knew that! Hang up, for God's sake".

"I'm sorry sir, your authorization was overriden". the AI responded. A measure of confusion was added to Ike's already contorted face.

"General." a familiar voice came across the comms.

"God damnit I resigned don't call me that, and I didn't deserve that god damn promotion." Ike spat out.

"General, I'm sorry, I'm officially informing you; you are conscripted to serve his majesty, the Hegemon. It's happening again, General." the voice would sound confident to most, but Ike knew his Son well - or at least used to - and the anxiety is emenating through.

"There will be a chopper outside in T-minus 60, General. Ike out."

Ike Senior sighed, picked up his coat and left the house, without a glance back to the carefully stacked papers, militarily organized bags and cabinets, and loaded sidearm next to a handwritten note.

 on: June 10, 2017, 03:33:03 PM 
Started by Ken - Last post by Ken
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