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@mendicantbias32
There’s an island called the Skerries and there’s a point in google maps, where the island looks exactly like this.
If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself here
Does anyone have any idea what is going on?
You are now entering: Debug Room #263
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@wilwheaton "Pooping Position"
i saw this on imgur and well, even if something like this is going around on tumblr already it is important.
link to imgur post
Idk why you’d give a dog fruit but cool! Here’s some safety tips.
“Idk why you’d give a dog fruit” because dogs love fruit and it’s a 100% healthier alternative to baked treats
DOGS ARE ALLOWED TO EAT BLUEBERRIES!! THE SWR FANDOM IS IN UPROAR!! “PROTECT THE BLUEBERRY 2K15″ BECOMES THE BATTLE CRY!!
Okay, but seriously:
Please Reblog, you might Save a Life.
Not just the life of a dog, but also the life of its human(s). Many people have therapy dogs. If they inadvertently lost their dogs because they do not know these facts, they might get into depression and that might not end well.
Time to throw apples in my pups mouth
remember
Because
We have created an artificial universe that eventually spawned life. Today we discover that the lifeforms in that universe also created their own artificial universe that eventually spawned life.
Woman: Oh look! A dog!
Man: Careful honey, he has a knife!
Dog: Oh what, no I don't!
he has a w on his forehead
For WALUIGI!
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
Guess it was a friendly destroyer then… Swords perhaps. Or maybe one of ONIs pet traitors.
Suddenly a light began to glow under the destroyer, a MAC gun. The Corvette charged it’s mini MAC as fast as they could before firing at the Destroyer. The shell impacted on the vessel, tearing a hole through its hull. The ODST abruptly stiffened “Wh- what!? Th- the f… Th… Y- Yes Sir! Will alert any UNSC troops I run into… You should contact the ship AI”
The Necessity’s heavy AA guns began to fire at Banshees whilst the deck cannons began to swivel towards the Destroyer. “All hands… I have just received word that well your lives are going to suck shortly… All personnel are to arm themselves and a full sweep of the ship is to be initialized until further notice. All SPARTAN teams are to report to the hangar immediately… Any of you that have a helmet that has the FLOOD visor variant is to equip that immediately… All Marine and ODST units aboard this ship are to prepare any confiscated plasma weaponry… Mantis division A is to prepare their walkers… We have run into the Devils den boys, prepare yourselves… Coriander out”
Flood visor? Well SHIT that only meant one thing… Christian checked his loadout; modified M45 Tactical Shotgun (Blaze of Glory varient), M6D, frags, combat knife…
This would do if they faced the parasite.
The ODST swore to himself “Damnit Damnit Damnit!” He snapped as he looked out the window, five longsword fighter/bombers sped past the window and straight into attacking the infected Banshees. One of them collided with a banshee and tore through it. It kept flying further away from the battle before it suddenly curved back. The other longswords riddled it with bullets before it could get close and it exploded.
“C'mon!” The trooper shouted before running off once more “I have a priority target that the flood cannot reach, Cole protocol is still in effect”
“No shit, if the Flood get their hands on anything they can use to get to a civilized system…”
"They already have a Covie ship! They were probably on their way to this planet to infect it... But the Shipmaster and the remaining uninfected troops set the ship reactor to self destruct and are on their way here... "
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
Guess it was a friendly destroyer then… Swords perhaps. Or maybe one of ONIs pet traitors.
Suddenly a light began to glow under the destroyer, a MAC gun. The Corvette charged it’s mini MAC as fast as they could before firing at the Destroyer. The shell impacted on the vessel, tearing a hole through its hull. The ODST abruptly stiffened “Wh- what!? Th- the f… Th… Y- Yes Sir! Will alert any UNSC troops I run into… You should contact the ship AI”
The Necessity’s heavy AA guns began to fire at Banshees whilst the deck cannons began to swivel towards the Destroyer. “All hands… I have just received word that well your lives are going to suck shortly… All personnel are to arm themselves and a full sweep of the ship is to be initialized until further notice. All SPARTAN teams are to report to the hangar immediately… Any of you that have a helmet that has the FLOOD visor variant is to equip that immediately… All Marine and ODST units aboard this ship are to prepare any confiscated plasma weaponry… Mantis division A is to prepare their walkers… We have run into the Devils den boys, prepare yourselves… Coriander out”
Flood visor? Well SHIT that only meant one thing… Christian checked his loadout; modified M45 Tactical Shotgun (Blaze of Glory varient), M6D, frags, combat knife…
This would do if they faced the parasite.
The ODST swore to himself "Damnit Damnit Damnit!" He snapped as he looked out the window, five longsword fighter/bombers sped past the window and straight into attacking the infected Banshees. One of them collided with a banshee and tore through it. It kept flying further away from the battle before it suddenly curved back. The other longswords riddled it with bullets before it could get close and it exploded.
"C'mon!" The trooper shouted before running off once more "I have a priority target that the flood cannot reach, Cole protocol is still in effect"
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
Guess it was a friendly destroyer then… Swords perhaps. Or maybe one of ONIs pet traitors.
Suddenly a light began to glow under the destroyer, a MAC gun. The Corvette charged it's mini MAC as fast as they could before firing at the Destroyer. The shell impacted on the vessel, tearing a hole through its hull. The ODST abruptly stiffened "Wh- what!? Th- the f... Th... Y- Yes Sir! Will alert any UNSC troops I run into... You should contact the ship AI"
The Necessity's heavy AA guns began to fire at Banshees whilst the deck cannons began to swivel towards the Destroyer. "All hands... I have just received word that well your lives are going to suck shortly... All personnel are to arm themselves and a full sweep of the ship is to be initialized until further notice. All SPARTAN teams are to report to the hangar immediately... Any of you that have a helmet that has the FLOOD visor variant is to equip that immediately... All Marine and ODST units aboard this ship are to prepare any confiscated plasma weaponry... Mantis division A is to prepare their walkers... We have run into the Devils den boys, prepare yourselves... Coriander out"
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“Then if she had something to do with it we have all the more reason to keep her alive. If nothing else they can probably make an AI out of her brain. Its what they did with Fero’s corpse isn’t it?”
“I-” He began before bright red warning lights began to pulse, the loud Alarm blaring.
“Attention all hands, Slipspace rupture detected off of our bow, this is not a drill! All combat squads prepare for battle, all non-combat personnel report to your assigned areas” The Necessity’s AI, Coriander spoke calmly, his voice holding no fear.
The ODST swore loudly “Ah hell! Follow me!” He then dashed off down the corridor
“Go. I’ll be right with you.” He lifted the half-dead Spartan up and carried her off with him. “My station’s just forward of the cryobay. I need to stop there anyway to secure the pods for emergency launch.”
The ODST nodded, running along… That was until he spotted an observation window “Holy shit” He mused quietly, fear in his tone.
Outside of the observation bay a small Covenant Destroyer floated by, completely powered down from the jump… It seemed to be badly damaged and falling apart, but that was when its power was restored. The bright purple/blue lights of their plasma batteries lighting up filled the expanse of space. The vessel suddenly began to move towards the human ship, not a single weapon was charging though.
Down beneath the ship though, the corvette disengaged from the UNSC vessel. It began to slowly move towards the alien ship
Having secured the corpse in one of the emergency cryopods, Christian hurried to his station, near one of the airlocks. The Covies liked to launch Tick boarding craft against human ships, and so standard UNSC procedure was to ensure they didnt get far if they tried.
“What the hell?”
A lone phantom dropship flew out of the covenant hangar, it's turret pulsing brightly with each discharge as it fired back at the swarm of Banshees following it. A Nav marker appeared over the transport on all nearby UNSC and ONI personnel's HUDs. 'VIP On board'
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“Then if she had something to do with it we have all the more reason to keep her alive. If nothing else they can probably make an AI out of her brain. Its what they did with Fero’s corpse isn’t it?”
“I-” He began before bright red warning lights began to pulse, the loud Alarm blaring.
“Attention all hands, Slipspace rupture detected off of our bow, this is not a drill! All combat squads prepare for battle, all non-combat personnel report to your assigned areas” The Necessity’s AI, Coriander spoke calmly, his voice holding no fear.
The ODST swore loudly “Ah hell! Follow me!” He then dashed off down the corridor
“Go. I’ll be right with you.” He lifted the half-dead Spartan up and carried her off with him. “My station’s just forward of the cryobay. I need to stop there anyway to secure the pods for emergency launch.”
The ODST nodded, running along... That was until he spotted an observation window "Holy shit" He mused quietly, fear in his tone.
Outside of the observation bay a small Covenant Destroyer floated by, completely powered down from the jump... It seemed to be badly damaged and falling apart, but that was when its power was restored. The bright purple/blue lights of their plasma batteries lighting up filled the expanse of space. The vessel suddenly began to move towards the human ship, not a single weapon was charging though.
Down beneath the ship though, the corvette disengaged from the UNSC vessel. It began to slowly move towards the alien ship
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“Then if she had something to do with it we have all the more reason to keep her alive. If nothing else they can probably make an AI out of her brain. Its what they did with Fero’s corpse isn’t it?”
"I-" He began before bright red warning lights began to pulse, the loud Alarm blaring.
"Attention all hands, Slipspace rupture detected off of our bow, this is not a drill! All combat squads prepare for battle, all non-combat personnel report to your assigned areas" The Necessity's AI, Coriander spoke calmly, his voice holding no fear.
The ODST swore loudly "Ah hell! Follow me!" He then dashed off down the corridor
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“That, I regret to inform you, is classified information… Captain O'Connor was very specific that if any non-Section three crew request access to the site or information regarding it that they be denied any and all access… Be they ONI personnel or run-of-the-mill UNSC troops, including the CO of this vessel…” The Helljumper spoke calmly “So it would be within your best interest to step away, Sir”
The UNSC heavy frigate ‘Necessity’ had been sent into deep outer colony space with little to no warning to the crew. But everyone, including minor staff not on ice were aware of the Stealth Corvette that had docked with it in orbit around a planet fully controlled by Innie rebels. Repair staff made note of how corvette’s engines were fried, their slipspace drive had been ejected. It’s Miniature MAC’s electromagnetic coils were on critical state and the cloaking was failing. “Spartan C-43a94, you have approximately five seconds to give the locale and coordinates of the insurrectionist base…” A voice spoke from behind the blast door that was behind the ODST
“Ah…right.” He promptly stepped back, having a REALLY bad feeling about this whole situation all of a sudden.
“Just…how far back should I step, in case we get a repeat of Torque?”
Created and all, overloaded Forerunner power supplies…
“Further than that…” The ODST spoke calmly, wincing slightly as a gunshot ran out from behind the door “Great… Now I got cleanup detail…”
“That wasn’t standard…not an M6 for sure. What the hell?”
“Classified” Was the reply “Something your unit likely won’t receive for a few years…”
“Misrah Armories doing their job well then’ Good to hear.”
“If that’s what you want to believe, sure…” The ODST snickered before he suddenly stiffened as the blast door slid open. Two ONI Agents with modified BR55 rifles held flanking positions behind another figure, someone clearly of importance if his rank insignia was any proof.
The individual walked forwards before stopping a few feet from Christian “I regret to inform you that your unit is now lacking in one Spartan, let her death be an example though… Don’t cross us” He calmly gestured at a heavily modified pistol, similar to the original standard issue Magnum used by the Master Chief on the halo ring, before striding away with the two agents tagging behind.
The ODST visibly shivered before glancing into the room behind him “Holy shit” He whispered looking at the scene. A female spartan wearing a full suit of Recon armor, sans a helmet lay slumped against the wall. A blood trail leading down the wall to where she lay. A smoking hole pierced through her armor and into her vital organs. She was still alive, but barely so… She would be no use even if she survived… The ODST walked over quietly. And glanced at Christian “Would you prefer to end her life, stop her suffering?”
The Spartan paused.
“No. The Branch will find use for her. They keep the surviving IIs on station for a reason. Help me get her into a cryopod and some damn biofoam into that wound. We’ll freeze her and let Hopeful handle her.”
"Are you sure? If I was hearing right this had to do with an Innie base down on the surface... And I don't think the captain would just randomly shoot a Spartan..." He trailed off and clipped his SMG to its holster.
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“That, I regret to inform you, is classified information… Captain O'Connor was very specific that if any non-Section three crew request access to the site or information regarding it that they be denied any and all access… Be they ONI personnel or run-of-the-mill UNSC troops, including the CO of this vessel…” The Helljumper spoke calmly “So it would be within your best interest to step away, Sir”
The UNSC heavy frigate ‘Necessity’ had been sent into deep outer colony space with little to no warning to the crew. But everyone, including minor staff not on ice were aware of the Stealth Corvette that had docked with it in orbit around a planet fully controlled by Innie rebels. Repair staff made note of how corvette’s engines were fried, their slipspace drive had been ejected. It’s Miniature MAC’s electromagnetic coils were on critical state and the cloaking was failing. “Spartan C-43a94, you have approximately five seconds to give the locale and coordinates of the insurrectionist base…” A voice spoke from behind the blast door that was behind the ODST
“Ah…right.” He promptly stepped back, having a REALLY bad feeling about this whole situation all of a sudden.
“Just…how far back should I step, in case we get a repeat of Torque?”
Created and all, overloaded Forerunner power supplies…
“Further than that…” The ODST spoke calmly, wincing slightly as a gunshot ran out from behind the door “Great… Now I got cleanup detail…”
“That wasn’t standard…not an M6 for sure. What the hell?”
“Classified” Was the reply “Something your unit likely won’t receive for a few years…”
“Misrah Armories doing their job well then’ Good to hear.”
"If that's what you want to believe, sure..." The ODST snickered before he suddenly stiffened as the blast door slid open. Two ONI Agents with modified BR55 rifles held flanking positions behind another figure, someone clearly of importance if his rank insignia was any proof.
The individual walked forwards before stopping a few feet from Christian "I regret to inform you that your unit is now lacking in one Spartan, let her death be an example though... Don't cross us" He calmly gestured at a heavily modified pistol, similar to the original standard issue Magnum used by the Master Chief on the halo ring, before striding away with the two agents tagging behind.
The ODST visibly shivered before glancing into the room behind him "Holy shit" He whispered looking at the scene. A female spartan wearing a full suit of Recon armor, sans a helmet lay slumped against the wall. A blood trail leading down the wall to where she lay. A smoking hole pierced through her armor and into her vital organs. She was still alive, but barely so... She would be no use even if she survived... The ODST walked over quietly. And glanced at Christian "Would you prefer to end her life, stop her suffering?"
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“That, I regret to inform you, is classified information… Captain O'Connor was very specific that if any non-Section three crew request access to the site or information regarding it that they be denied any and all access… Be they ONI personnel or run-of-the-mill UNSC troops, including the CO of this vessel…” The Helljumper spoke calmly “So it would be within your best interest to step away, Sir”
The UNSC heavy frigate ‘Necessity’ had been sent into deep outer colony space with little to no warning to the crew. But everyone, including minor staff not on ice were aware of the Stealth Corvette that had docked with it in orbit around a planet fully controlled by Innie rebels. Repair staff made note of how corvette’s engines were fried, their slipspace drive had been ejected. It’s Miniature MAC’s electromagnetic coils were on critical state and the cloaking was failing. “Spartan C-43a94, you have approximately five seconds to give the locale and coordinates of the insurrectionist base…” A voice spoke from behind the blast door that was behind the ODST
“Ah…right.” He promptly stepped back, having a REALLY bad feeling about this whole situation all of a sudden.
“Just…how far back should I step, in case we get a repeat of Torque?”
Created and all, overloaded Forerunner power supplies…
“Further than that…” The ODST spoke calmly, wincing slightly as a gunshot ran out from behind the door “Great… Now I got cleanup detail…”
“That wasn’t standard…not an M6 for sure. What the hell?”
"Classified" Was the reply "Something your unit likely won't receive for a few years..."
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
“That, I regret to inform you, is classified information… Captain O'Connor was very specific that if any non-Section three crew request access to the site or information regarding it that they be denied any and all access… Be they ONI personnel or run-of-the-mill UNSC troops, including the CO of this vessel…” The Helljumper spoke calmly “So it would be within your best interest to step away, Sir”
The UNSC heavy frigate ‘Necessity’ had been sent into deep outer colony space with little to no warning to the crew. But everyone, including minor staff not on ice were aware of the Stealth Corvette that had docked with it in orbit around a planet fully controlled by Innie rebels. Repair staff made note of how corvette’s engines were fried, their slipspace drive had been ejected. It’s Miniature MAC’s electromagnetic coils were on critical state and the cloaking was failing. “Spartan C-43a94, you have approximately five seconds to give the locale and coordinates of the insurrectionist base…” A voice spoke from behind the blast door that was behind the ODST
“Ah…right.” He promptly stepped back, having a REALLY bad feeling about this whole situation all of a sudden.
“Just…how far back should I step, in case we get a repeat of Torque?”
Created and all, overloaded Forerunner power supplies…
"Further than that..." The ODST spoke calmly, wincing slightly as a gunshot ran out from behind the door "Great... Now I got cleanup detail..."
"Chief Petty Officer, stand down at once... This is a matter of official ONI Business" The ODST trooper with a sheening ONI Section 3 insignia on his chestplate spoke calmly as he slightly raised his Surpressed SMG
“Of course it is. So what do the spooks need?”
"That, I regret to inform you, is classified information... Captain O'Connor was very specific that if any non-Section three crew request access to the site or information regarding it that they be denied any and all access... Be they ONI personnel or run-of-the-mill UNSC troops, including the CO of this vessel..." The Helljumper spoke calmly "So it would be within your best interest to step away, Sir"
The UNSC heavy frigate 'Necessity' had been sent into deep outer colony space with little to no warning to the crew. But everyone, including minor staff not on ice were aware of the Stealth Corvette that had docked with it in orbit around a planet fully controlled by Innie rebels. Repair staff made note of how corvette's engines were fried, their slipspace drive had been ejected. It's Miniature MAC's electromagnetic coils were on critical state and the cloaking was failing. "Spartan C-43a94, you have approximately five seconds to give the locale and coordinates of the insurrectionist base..." A voice spoke from behind the blast door that was behind the ODST
