NationStates Jolt Archive

for those who get so f***ing pissed that they just have to!

like when that one dude does not any damage becuase he has three characters against your three squads!
ie:
PB's squads annialate the invicible characters, becuase they are so agile they ran right in front of the gun fire of the 6 machine guns that my squads carry...

This seems pointless.

The nation of Damedelen is pacifist, sorry.

No it is very pointful!

Ame dosnt get it, PB shoots Ame in the head with a bazooka at close range!

Modded b****es!

waiting for youre response... as i don my inpenitrable 'tinted sun glasses' armor that protect every part of my body!

Dame is a dirty hippy. PB burns all your hippy flowers and burkenstocks then takes over your nation.

I'm going old-skool.

*Fires I.G.N.O.R.E. Cannon*

Bah You can enever kill my special characters as they all wear "Life Angel" bullet proof vests as worn by charlie's angels: a mere 5mm thinck and prefectly hidable under skimpy cloths these vests stop .50AE roudns dead and do not transmit any trauma or briusing to the skin beneath them, as a side effect of high energy impacts you will fly 20ft through the air but will not suffer anythign other than soem very concussion.

In addition to this we use impossible missionionised Heuys, fitted with a self suite that includes a threat warning receive that can tell when someone looks at you, when passive devices with no emmissions what so ever lock on to you and can detect a missile launch beofr the missile actually ignites, As an added extra there is an inbiult stupidty genarator that will preevent enemies using their best weapons such as rotary barreled cannons and ungiuded rockets against you. Unfortuantly the Impossible missionised heuy does not coem with any of the usual coutner measures like chaff/flare laucnhers or a directed infra red counter measures (DIRCM) system, insted a single flare psitol is provided for use by a passenger.


Hhhhmmm from godmodding to rants about films...

Remeber people as much as we dream of it, II is not hollywood, rapid fire cannon rounds are not going to be stopped by a skimpy yet fetching outfit and a apir of oakleys.

hehehe... you said fetching

*Uses anti-ignore cannon, and all becuase i reversed the polarity*

Apperently thats all you have to do... 'reverse the polarity!'

You can't hurt me with your reverse-polarity crap because I don't know what that word means.

*re-reverses polarity*

*turns clan on to.... what ever it is i feel like**first a statue then ashes and maybe rabbit droppings

Bah...this has been done many times...and done much better as well...

Any one of my Special Forces soldiers can go hand-to-hand with any 20 guys and whoop them. And they're quick enough to dodge machine gun bullets.

Hmm, I've definitely seen too many movies. :p

butterfly doesnt get it... shoots steel with a stinger missle

no un cooprative anti persons here... Duh its a f***ing lame thing, becuase god modding is f***ing lame.... But at times it must be done.

Kills all citizens of steel butterfly so he is no longer able to post. besides if i saw another one i would have bandwaggoned on that...

Bah...this has been done many times...and done much better as well...

Better how? By better, do you mean the one that you did sometime back?
:P

Micael screamed and ran for cover as the advancing forces began moving in, four truly massive Land HyperDreadnoughts moving across the ground at 10 miles an hour, crushing whole towns below their treads. The 30" railguns mounted on each one began propelling massive shells across the length of the country, smashing into the capital and killing thousands. Around them were thousands upon thousands of smaller tanks and soldiers, while Hypersonic Strategic Nuclear Powered Bombers overhead began dropping trillions of napalm bombs on the forests, leveling them instantly.

Micael nonetheless had a solution. Along with his squadron, he raised his assault rifle and fired. The bullet luckily lodged inside one of the treads, stalling the nearest Land HyperDreadnought; as its trapped crews tried to escape, he took aim once more, this time hitting the fuel tank and blowing the massive vehicle up. Meanwhile, thousands of trained lemmings assaulted the soldiers, chewing through their armor and blunting the force of their attack as the rebel villagers began firing back with their Soviet-era assault rifles, each bullet killing four enemy soldiers.

Within minutes, the allied Flying Battleships had arrived to aid the rebels, each one packing enough firepower to blow up the enemy's entire country; very soon the rebels were victorious and they marched triumphantly into the capital, killing all of the enemy, even those who were not in the country at the time.

The war was over.

I was also reminded of this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451434).

god thats fucking embarrassing... i wanna shoot myself in the heabut my entire body is magicly bullet proof.... It was back in the day anyways, like when i had ten posts to my name.... Yeah i save my posts...

*jumps in an acid jaccuzzi to think*

well...ummm ok sense everyone just kinda went insane im going to come in and strap you all down, PYSCHO JACKETS FOR ALL...FOR ALL!!!!!!!!!!. *Team comes in and straps everyone down and throws them all into padded rooms*.

No padded walls cannot contain me!
*breaks out of jacket and eats through padded walls*
Becuase the national dish of my nation is padded walls...

Aww shucks, I'll join in the godmodding fun as well.

Somewhere deep within the recesses of a hidden Honden, the Honden of The all consuming Oni of Chaos...

"Come forth, O dark one, by your fury we beseach your aid, and promise to sate your never ending appetite. Come forth, Beast of Chaos, show favor upon your humble servants!" a preist in dark robes chanted and prayed.

It appeared as a boiling mass of black Oil. Three Eyes appeared on top, on the end of three stalks. Out of the boiling mass of oil, came a large number mouths, all biting and snarling, each panting in hunger.

It liet out a deep growl, and disappeared, appearing in front of somebody.

hehehe... you said fetching

*Uses anti-ignore cannon, and all becuase i reversed the polarity*

Apperently thats all you have to do... 'reverse the polarity!'

*sees as the anti-ignore cannon is defeated by another ignore cannon, and all future anti-ignore cannons are defeated before construction

i trip over a small pebble, my last shot of my pistol will bounce around, killing all your shoulders wioth head shots and igniting your tanks gas tanks... oops

Tyranids descend and consume everyone. The end.

The all consuming Oni of Chaos consumes the Tyranids,

Just at that moment three bajillion, twelve umpteenillion, three hundred squidillion and a half volcanoes errupt under all of you all.

By complete coincidince, a massive meteorite storm kills everything that is left, while vultures eat the survivers on toast.

And then a couple of googles of Oolt'po'slena'ar deploy enough oolt'os to kill off three galaxies.

THE END

But unfortuantly they are foiled in thier plans by by Killer Bunbun and the ACS, who juts happen to be pasing through.

*sighs, and uses his level 14 temporal tech to write this thread out of history*

Singularity point station is calling the rules now with our ringworld throne megagalaxy buster. We will send you back to before the universe began.

Singularity point station is calling the rules now with our ringworld throne megagalaxy buster. We will send you back to before the universe began.

Using spies that have infiltrated your nation and all intelligence agencies, I've sabotaged the Ringworld and instead it blows up halo style. HAHAHAHAH!

:gundge: :mp5: :sniper: :D

My last living agent sucks your agents into a time vortex and we end up in a telephone booth with a funny looking guy with a scarf, trench coat, and odd looking hat. His robo-dog shoots several of your agents with a lasgun.

My last living agent sucks your agents into a time vortex and we end up in a telephone booth with a funny looking guy with a scarf, trench coat, and odd looking hat. His robo-dog shoots several of your agents with a lasgun.

Ha, funny salt-shaker looking devices with plungers and egg beaters for weapons kills all of them and I revive my agents using black magic. Your ringworld is gone and I have killed your national leaders. We have looted your national banks. Then we disappear from the vortex from which we came with no way to folow.

:cool:

brunettes are better then blondes.... the galaxy ends. FIN

Cybermen own the Daleks; Cybermen then integrate blondes, and die.

I take off my pants, and everyone dies.

The end.

No! Chuck Norris decsends from Heaven, supported by Vin Diesal and an Ork from Warhammer, and destroy everyone.

OH NOES! CHUCK NORRIS!

Yep, my pants died.

OH NOES! CHUCK NORRIS!

Yep, my pants died.


haha!

my sniper corps take out your characters!

Boo-Ya!

omgwtf u sed godmod! dogpile! i ignore!

a freak rain of cats destroys the dogpile, incidently scratching and pissing on everything into oblivion

And a socieopathic bunny with a switch-blade exterminates everyone!
All hail Ovelord Bun!

representatives from the bunny burger franchise mysteriously transmigamorph onto the scen using their capitalist powers, turning the bunny overlord into millions of bunny burgers, destroying all under the weight of endless mountains of sesame seed buns

Until I teleport my in emergency 1,000,000,000,000 reserve bunies. And I can use twelve zeroes per billion because I'm British! Rule Britania and her larger and more nooB friendly numbers!

i refuse to recognise your old and outdated system, ignoring your extra bunnies and only nonignore your 1 000 000 000 reserve bunnies that just happened to appear in a freak wave of bunnie fucking(totally feasible situation)

chuck norris hears the sound of all those horny little individuals appearing, and arrives on the scene driving the mother of all lawn mowers, vowing to surf the wave of bunnies for as long as it takes to slice those little buggers into individually packed pieces of rabbit meat

*pulls down boxers, scares everyone away, wins*

Perhaps you aren't aware what sort of bunnies (http://www.drshnaps.com/shnaps/bunbun.png) you're dealing with, yankie swine!

thy holy hand grenade kill all your bunnies... DUH!

Sorry, but I win because of this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=407176).

*presses big red glowing button of negation*