We’ve been trying to blow up a goon astrahus in our staging for a week now, but grr goons aren’t letting it go easy.
Another fine video by Kurai Kiba
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
The anticipation was palpable.
Would our home, Fapstar in GE-8JV, live one more day? Would we be able to fend off the evil forces of Pandemic Legion? Or had we been stretched too thin?
Minutes seems to hang in the air for hours. And then local began to swell with the birth of HERO. Each of them had been summoned, and each of them had answered the call.
The question began to fade. As local swelled with the strength and majesty of HERO one thing was assured: We would not go quietly into the night. We would rage against the dying of the light.
As time grew shorter, and we traveled closer to the moment at hand we waited with baited breath—and doubts were cast to the side. We would fight. We could win. We wanted to fight.
Inside the mania and orgy of ships, we had managed to repair our home, Fapstar, within a mere few minutes.
It was clear we had won the day without firing a single shot. And the resolve of the coalition was renewed that night, as Fapstar bathed in the ghostly celestial umbra of many a repping module.
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