The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

Jack Simth · #1 February 17th, 2005, 06:18 PM

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StrategiaInUltima said:
Erm... Jack. Your bubble universe has long been demolished.

Not quite; it was ordered (by a politician - how often do those orders to the general public actually get done?), blasting had been accomplished with "normal" weapons at the site, and wanton destruction was done on both sides of the interface - but nothing attacked the pocket universe itself (at best, the seal might have severed the connection between). I might have missed something; if you find it, quote it to me.

NullAshton · #2 February 17th, 2005, 06:33 PM

New WarpDefender I's are stationed around the Hut in orbit in geosyncronous orbit. Around 10 stations in all are placed there. The WarpDefenders have 6 massive mount APBs, along with 8 PDCs, fighter and sat bays, along with mine bays and cargo holds, and with ECMs, combat sensors, and multiplex tracking. Zipper IV's, a large fighter, is then mass produced. Around 5,000 fighters are now patrolling the hut, armed with 2 phased shield generators and 3 antiproton beams.

Strategia_In_Ultima · #3 February 19th, 2005, 03:36 PM

Oh yeah? Well, to be frank, I think I can mod something in without any trouble that has a massive resistance, armor, unbelievably high emissive armor, a weapons strength that could be enough to take out your ship in one shot, Master Computer capability, massive standard + bonus movement generation, more combat movement, Quantum Reactor, needs no supply, has a cloak level of 999, is 0kT in size, costs nothing, etc.

Heeheeheeheehee.....

AgentZero · #4 February 17th, 2005, 06:33 PM

Erm... Strategia....? The Hut was only located down the road from the Bar & Grill. If you took out the better part of the Northern Hemisphere, the Hut's gone, too. Congrats.

Strategia_In_Ultima · #5 February 20th, 2005, 08:55 AM

pretty torn apart from a struggle with two miniature sharks in the B&G, Strategia enters.

Piece by piece.

"Ooh... my head. Say is that my arm? Hank..." tries to lift himself up to the height of the bar, a pretty difficult task with just one shoulder and a bit of arm attached to your head, while your neck happily dances away freely "...get me a Spatial Rift. Extra strong please."

a stray leg hops in.

"Not another one! I've already got five here! How am I supposed to know which is my real set of legs!"

outside the B&G, Angel has set up a cloning chamber, manned by her fluffy rabid killer rabbits, that churns out legs at a rate of two per minute.