"Sir, the Grammar police have been at it again." A Captain said from the Matbaic garrision in the MCS Central Administration Building. "Aww, not again. Ah well, I'll just move all my troops up there." "Yes sir, at once sir." Sfeir laughed, and enjoyed the fact that this would be the last time he'd have to pick up that damn phone.
Summary:
My troops move from Modbury to MCS Central.
24-seconds rule - Grammar Police destroyed.
Babs captured, tortured for a good couple of hours.
(This is a joke based on the current RecWar in Matbaa. Babs, stop devoting posts to spelling).
Colonel Vilhelm von Benkern - Preserving the Memories
(Regardless of whose those may be)
The old guard is going away. A new dawn is rising. May the next generation build and learn from us. This world is yours.
-Greg "Gman" Russel, 20th July 2006
Bill wrote:Only in micronationalism can I see two women argue about the solution to an equation I posted that has no real purpose...
I (yes that's me, Craitman) wrote:I'm just so quotable
Colonel Vilhelm wrote:Putting a claim into the MCS Administration Council is like sticking your Arm into a large peice of industrial machinery - it probably won't come out, but if it does, it'll have changed alot from how you remember it.