Bastard Brigade

[leah]

My friends of the BBB! I invite you to make for the Whatmore NT in Yagoton! HEre stand our brave and faithful friends, the YRC. Here stands Major Grippy! Here stands Dairren Creek! Pendarrin! Here stand survivors! Come, and let us hold the Whatmore as Blackmore could not!

[ian]

mmmm speechy


*gives leah the new speech hat*

[gregory]

I'm with you, comrade. I've been running around Yagoton for the last several days, and it looks like an all-star cast has gathered for this battle with all that smells of Desire.

You might ask how one can be a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade even though the Blackmore has fallen. How can the BBB leave the Blackmore to defend and fortify a suburb beyond Ridleybank? We were made a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade the same way the Sardaukar were - by spending a lot of time in a place living in a place where we were more likely to die (repeatedly) than to live until the next day. You can take the Fremen out of Arakis, but you cannot take Arakis out of the Fremen.

In those two months, we formed the unbreakable bonds of brothers in arms. We were a disciplined fighting force akin to the elite of ancient Sparta. If a zed broke into the building and started gnawing on you, you rebuilt the barricade, even if it meant dying in defense of our fellow Bastards. The tactic was unbreakable law: Barricade, Kill, Heal, Loot. We had such faith in our companions that death did not frighten us, for we were often revived within a couple hours of handing ourselves over as ablative armor to defend the Blackmore.

The Blackmore is fallen, but I am still a Bastard, and if Yagoton will give me a battle worthy of the one that made me what I am, I will fight and die here as I did there. I see many familiar faces, and I hope to see many more before this battle is done. Give me 300 such as the Blackmore Bastard Brigade, and we could hold strong against all the zombies in Malton!

Remember your duty. Remember your brethren. Remember the Blackmore!

[leah]

And back to the Whatmore! For ever increasingly, our faithful Bastards must rise to defend every NecroTech there was! We number only enough to defend those famous and steeped in history. Neglect not the famous Whatmore of Yagoton! Move to the front, reclaim your lands! Fight!

My good comrades, I am a member of the Channel 4 Newsteam, not one of your number. Yet as a police captain, I have my honor! I believe in your causes, and it is thus that I have just fallen defending the Whatmore! Should anyone be willing to come avenge my passing, pick up the 5-shot pistol from my corpse on the floor, and fire at those four zombies who real-time killed me as I shot back! Reclaim Yagoton! Then Malton! End this war for once! Hiya!

[asshole doctor™]

[phone number being dialed]
[phone rings three times]
[Biggie] Yo!
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby
[Biggie] Mmm, yo...
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon
[Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up
[P. Dad] Big, wake up!
[Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up?
[P. Dad] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
[Biggie] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
[P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big
[Biggie] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
[P. Dad] Yo take down this information
[Biggie] Ain't no pen
[P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
[Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down
[P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Five-oh-four
[P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy
[Biggie] mumbling Kennedy
[P. Dad] On the R-BANK
[Biggie] Oh! Blackmore??
[P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
[Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight
[P. Dad] You aight?
[Biggie] I'm up, I'm up
[P. Dad] Yo Big
[Biggie] I'm UP man
[P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
[P. Dad] Blackmore
[Biggie] Yeh
[phone clicks]

[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Spic wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Blackmore, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
I'm going going, to Blackmore Blackmore

[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don't go there
But that don't mean a Spic can't rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the Central
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all Spics is a mess
Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin the RFF props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818's, 213's
313's, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

[Chorus] I'm going going, to Blackmore Blackmore 4x

[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
Blackmore got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in Blackmore
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G's at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Blackmore, great place to visit
[Chorus] I'm going going, back to Blackmore Blackmore 4x
[Chorus] I'm going going, back to Blackmore Blackmore 4x
[Chorus: Again to fade]

[Syd 3.0]

sexualharrison said:

[phone number being dialed]
[phone rings three times]
[Biggie] Yo!
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby
[Biggie] Mmm, yo...
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon
[Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up
[P. Dad] Big, wake up!
[Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up?
[P. Dad] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
[Biggie] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
[P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big
[Biggie] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
[P. Dad] Yo take down this information
[Biggie] Ain't no pen
[P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
[Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down
[P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Five-oh-four
[P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy
[Biggie] mumbling Kennedy
[P. Dad] On the R-BANK
[Biggie] Oh! Blackmore??
[P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
[Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight
[P. Dad] You aight?
[Biggie] I'm up, I'm up
[P. Dad] Yo Big
[Biggie] I'm UP man
[P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
[P. Dad] Blackmore
[Biggie] Yeh
[phone clicks]

[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Spic wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Blackmore, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
I'm going going, to Blackmore Blackmore

[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don't go there
But that don't mean a Spic can't rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the Central
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all Spics is a mess
Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin the RFF props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818's, 213's
313's, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

[Chorus] I'm going going, to Blackmore Blackmore 4x

[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
Blackmore got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in Blackmore
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G's at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Blackmore, great place to visit
[Chorus] I'm going going, back to Blackmore Blackmore 4x
[Chorus] I'm going going, back to Blackmore Blackmore 4x
[Chorus: Again to fade]

Hah, my Ghandi Rap whoops that song!

[Tovarisch Khrushchev]

My god...what have I been missing...

[Rockby Quickfoot]

I asked myself the same question.

[Specialist290]

I asked it when I found out about Caiger III--just before I ended up at Caiger IV.

So what's your excuse, Rockby?

[ian]

rockby!!!!

[asshole doctor™]

ditto! where ya been?

[Rockby Quickfoot]

I've been busy, still am. Where is the battle? Has Blackmore 3 happened yet? And was it fun? I'll be pissed if I missed it and it was anything like the first one. I'm a zombie inside the Quartly Library right now, so I guess I need a stick, and I just voiced my concern, but it came out all jumbled:

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Is the city still really dangerous? Did it get any worse or better? I hope worse, cause that sure would be entertaining. I mean, I guess that's bad, but it's good at the same time. It's my personal belief that unless the zombies outnumber by at least 2 to 1, it's not fun.

[asshole doctor™]

nah it's pretty lame. we are avoiding a blackmore 3. i mean there is a battle in there. but thats sorta old hat.
come to rbank and stick it to murry jay as he is the new papa of the RFF.

[Rockby Quickfoot]

So if you're in Ridleybank, what else are yous doing there? Just running around shooting a few zombies here and there?

[Specialist290]

Pretty much.