Ah, a conspiracy thread.... again...
...I have some pills, yellow ones, and I think you should take them because you all need them more than I

I just ignore the history:
Most of it does not affect my characters and most of it is too... well let's just say every time I try to read it I go "Whaaaat?"
___________________
___________________

In an even distanter galaxy, even longer ago and even farther away, in yet another dimension....
...oh did I mention another Universe?

"Hi, I'm from the United Earth Federation."
"But the Earth got destroyed didn't it?"
"Yeah..."
"So how can you be from the UEF? Are you from an alternate dimension where Earth didn't get destroyed, and you come here via a magic door or something?"
"No..."
"Then how can you be part of the UEF?"
"Because federations are made up of more than one planet, that's what makes them federations."
"Oh yeah, that makes much more sense! Sorry."
"[me0w?]wit."
"Excuse me? I may have made a silly mistake but that doesn't mean you can insult me."
"And what are you going to do about it, you crab-faced [me0w]wit?"
"Declare war on the UEF?"
"Yeah, like you'd last five minutes! That's right, I've played Mass Effect, I know your weaknesses!"
"What?"
"You heard!"
"I heard but I did not understand; How does playing a game give you the ability to defeat us?"
"Erm... uh-oh... you're not from an alternate universe where Mass Effect is a reality, are you?
"No, we're from the other side of the Virgo Cluster, the galaxy that looks like a Shuriken."
"Oh... have you even heard of Mass Effect?"
"No."
"Want to play?"
"Only if you can come up with someone else for me to declare on."
"How about the Krijzsosch?"
"Why the Kri- Kre- K-"
"Krijzsosch. We've never heard of them before, our allies have never heard of them before, and they don't speak English."
"They don't speak english? Then I shall blot out the stars with their ashes!"
___________________
___________________

Sorry... I like parodies

EDIT

Which reminds me: Does anyone else like the Star Wars: Infinities stories better than the original Star Wars?

The Spartans sat around their fires eating apples and enjoying liberated supplies, singing songs telling tales and laughing. By a small fire at the edge of the group they sat, in the shelter of some brush, drunk from the foreign booze. "So where are you from lad, I don't recognise you?" He asked the soldier as he finished shuddering, having just swallowed a mouthful of the poisonous tasting liquid from the leather bottle. "Edge of Sparta, farm. I'm the only son, and I'm the youngest. It's been three generations since my family had a warrior to bring honour to their name." He smiled, "Oh aye? And now you're a warrior?" The lad sat up, swaying slightly, "For the first time I have faced death and won, am I not a warrior?" His smile broadened to a grin, "You have faced death lad, I'll give you that, but won? You are alive, lad, not immortal," He sat up, was surprised to feel a slight sway in himself too, "I suppose you are _technically_ a warrior, but this was simply a battle to drive out an invader that was already leaving by the time we caught them." The lad swigged from the bottle again. "Technically, I'll drink to that."

"Here, don't drink all of it." He took the leather bottle from the lad and swigged from it himself. The lad turned to him, "You married?" He nodded, grimacing as the firewater cleansed his throat, "Yeah, son and daughter too, why?" He leaned back against the tree again, "I want to get married. She does too."
"But her father doesn't like you?"
"No."
"And when you get back you will be undeniably a man, by technicality, He grinned again,"So he won't be able to deny the two of you any more!"
"Exactly."
"Now that's the kind of battle that makes you a man" He clapped the lad on the back. "Aw shit, bottle's empty".

The Cy'Tan ship had slowly crept into conventional sensor range and in order to keep up pretences the Crbrs had brought herself to a full retro stop and sounded battlestations to a confused crew who were already at battle stations.
As the two ships approached each other, slowly shrinking the thousand kilometer gap, mutual scans confirmed that both ships had their weapons fully charged, crackling with barely contained, planet splitting power, but not aimed.
"Nice custom, I bet you a smoke ration this has caused most of their wars." Erf whispered to Krg, who nodded in reply to him. Quickly he looked about the bridge, "Everyone make sure your visor is open, we don't want to offend them."
"Incoming signal, sir. On screen."

"...bloody stupid, soft skinned, fluffy headed- What? What are you laughing at?"
"Who are you insulting?"
"All of them, the whole damn United Earth Fleet Federation thing. If they actually talked to each other we would not be here retracing our steps to get to a man we travelled half a galaxy in the wrong direction to find. How can they even operate like that, it is incredible that they have yet to accidentally kill each other, or even intentionally kill each other. Have you studied the balance of power in the Union? The founders, the ones who are supposed to uphold everything, are the weakest members of the group, they could not enforce a kurfew. Nobody shares technology... That sleeping giant of an empire the Cy'Tan have could dominate this whole quadrant simply by rolling over as it dozed, but does it? No, and I have no idea why.
"Oh, and let us not forget that one who the mystic said is supposed to be my friend. How is that supposed to work? As close as I can understand it his entire empire is in another dimension, an empire which he is currently at odds with... or for, I'm not sure, I still don't understand their language fully. Lousy alphabet, gives me a headache.
"So, how long untill we finally arrive at the right place?"
"We're not sure, sir, our information is not fully up to date, the UEF run the information through channels before approving it for us; we only have the sector, we will still have to find him."
"Aww shit".

> xeno syndicated wrote:

> Or maybe F-mods could enable the BCCode? <

+1

"is learning just for the sake of learning worth it?"

We are called Homo Sapiens, which means Thinking Man, which means we have a reputation to think of, a name to live up to, so... Yes.

"Haven't you ever taken a say class that was useless at the time and now years later it seems useful?  Or conversely now still is utterly useless?"

Commercial Horticulture NVQ Level 1, Amenity Horticulture Level 2... Thjat means I can run a garden centre/shop, and I can do the stuff councils do; maintain public grounds, grass verges, etc...
Totally useless.
Although being good with hydroponics means I'll never want for money

Erf lay back on his bunk smoking, watching the rising smoke twist and curl in the half light, listening to the random broadcasts the Crbrs was picking up as it passed through the communication spheres of whatever planets it was passing as it followed the trail of beacons. Most of it was garble, encoded signals, or a wash of civillian programming, but he was enjoying scanning through the musical broadcasts.

Crbrs shivered slightly, and Erf felt a humming sound in his head. He shuffled down the bunk, putting space between his armor and the bulkhead, "Yeah, I'm bored too." A wall mounted sheet of plastic suddenly lit up to show a computer generated approximation of a Wardancer female. "We still have a game to finish." He grinned at her, "You mean the one where I'm about to crush you with my Sr Frgr strategy?" Apparently unfazed the Crbrs said, "I will repel your strategy and take your Emperor within twenty moves."

All over the ship similar exchanges were taking place, the Crbrs doing its best to help the crew stave off boredom, to keep their warrior minds sharp.
As she continued to follow the trail of beacons Crbrs continued pretending to not notice the Cy'Tan ship that had been surrepticiously following them beyond the edge of conventional sensor range. She took note of Commander Krg's words on the bridge, they really did not have any understanding of subspace. Yet her own Subspace capabilities could be traced to its roots as Cy'Tan technology at the dawn of recorded history.
Did nobody here use subspace, ever?

King Leonidus strode past, munching on an apple noisily, "Yeah," He swallowed, "We could do that," He took another bite, the flesh of the fruit coming away with a loud crunch, "It would be safer, in cave, but," And at but he spat tiny fleks of apple to the wind, "But rocks are very hard," He tossed the apple to the young soldier, "And apples don't grow so well up there." He strode on, shouting, "Right, where's my fire? And what happened to that foreign booze we adopted as our own?" The soldier examined the half eaten fruit, "But I don't like apples." He slapped the young soldier on the back, "Fine, I'll eat, you drink".

erm... 2004 I think. Was in Tri I think. I was called Outlander back then.

Passionate and motivated.

I made a thread, guess which one