- You have made flags/coats of arms for the races in Imperial Conflict
- You have these on your walls by your PC
- You think of yourself as a Wardancer/Quantam/Camaar etc... (I think of myself as Quantam, I've even introduced myself as a Quantam to people, I have too much spare time)

White turned away from the forever setting sun and began to make his way down the side of the crater, his footfalls disturbing small pieces of rubble and dirt which hit the remains of the passenger compartment with a metallic tinkling sound, "The door rail in the waste room should make a good splint, but I don't know what you will tie it on with." From the semi darkness at the front of the compartment came a clang as White stood on what used to be the waste room door, "Oh yeah, I'd forgot about that." Crouching in the gloom he extended his wristblades and delicately worked the points under the rail, curled his fist, and then quickly pulled upwards in a rising ark. He did this again with his other hand, at the opposite end of the rail, and the length of construction grade metal came away easily.

White made his way back through the scorched and scarred remains, "This should be just the right size too." He proclaimed proudly. As he stepped back into the light of the forever red sun Uruk was speaking to Nox, "...of life support. I don't think we'll need it again." In his hands he held several lengths of cable.

The three stood wordlessly around Maskless for a moment or two, then suddenly Nox shouted, "Now!".
He dropped to the ground, braced his foot against Maskless' crotch and savagely pulled on his leg, causing the snapped bone to slither back into place and maskless to howl with pain. Quickly White pressed the splint to Maskless' leg, gripping the limb as hard as he could, and an instant later Uruk was tying the lengths of cable arounf the length and splint. As soon as he had tied the last knot he shouted, "Away!" And all three simultaneously leapt away from the howling maskless predator as he staggered to his feet brandishing both pairs of wristblades.

Maskless glared at the three, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ow"

He might not even exist Dont forget that White currently has a borked mask and is a little jumpy.

I like the CS, even if it does scream "penis extension".

Well I asked two ladies but apparently that counts for nothing, possibly because what they say is different to what the old MEN believe.

And the tampons?

Done some research...
Are you oldies aware that most girls dont have hymens any more due to the popularity of tampons, and that something as simple as playing rough can break it?
A friend of mine aparently lost hers whilst horseriding.

Damn... That's a good one.

OOH! Baggsy a bludgeoning in the Oval Office!

Mrs Death Stare as VP? I'd be too scared of coup's and assassins to do my job!

Well we are nerds.