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  1. I'll try and respond today. We caught the flu at my house, so things are spastic. Not the Corona Virus, just the flu, but its annoying.
  2. Devil

    Easy meals

    Beer -Bacon-Cheddar-Chicken Soup- 8 slices thick cut bacon 1/2 onion chopped 2 pound boneless skinless chicken breast 1/2 cup butter 1/2 cup flour 2 tbls garlic powder 2 tbls ground cayenne pepper; to taste) 1 tbls smoked paprika 1 tbls salt 1 tbls pepper 2 cup beer,any Belgian style wheat beer 2 cup chicken broth 4cups half and half ( low fat optional) 16 ounces mild cheddar cheese, shredded (low fat optional) 1 tbls Worcestershire sauce chives croutons Warm an 12 quart pot over high heat. Cut bacon into pot. Cook bacon until lightly crisp add chopped onion, stirring occasionally. Meanwhile, cut chicken into bite size pieces. ( I use a already cooked whole chicken(shred it) from Supermarket) Remove bacon from pan and place on a plate. Add chicken into bacon grease to cook. Stir occasionally until chicken is cooked through. Remove chicken onto plate with bacon. Cut butter into 1 tablespoon pieces and add to pan drippings. Whisk in flour and spices. Add beer, broth and half & half. Whisk to combine and bring to a bubble. Add cheese whisk to combine, stir until you have a smooth mixture. Add Worcestershire sauce, chicken and bacon. Stir to combine. Allow to simmer until ready to serve, stirring occasionally. Garnish with chives and croutons.
  3. @Phoebe @Agent Knockout @Fierach I'm dealing with family right now, who are freaked out over the Corona virus. I will have a post up soon I promise. I just have to convince these people that they cannot pile up in my house...... Because having 17 people inside 1 place is crazy.
  4. ASB ran diagnostics. Body was still running fine, the secondary immune system ran a purge, flushing out lactic acid build up on muscle fibers. It came out through sweat glands, which the water of the surf washed away. Combat drones would have been a great addition this battle, would have allowed Warpath to keep up with everything going on, and order strikes from them. Ivan and Bastion were doing a good job though, it was one of the few pleasures in this, having good backup. The second of the Fast Reload clips had been expended, again bounced off the face of an enemy, and again that enemy was used as a spring board, this time to get further along and up! The enemy's body crumble and crunching like peanut brittle dropped onto a cement floor. If the enemy lived, they'd be a cripple for the rest of their life. The 3rd Fast Mag was locked in, and as Warpath sailed through the air, it began to spit precision fire upon enemies from above. His weighted body fell from on high, landing atop the remains of a heavy combat vehicle the enemy had attempted to bring to the beach, but now it was a smoking ruin. Yet there were things that could be learned from a ruin, things that could be useful. The ASB would scan it, locate ammunition, and if there was a weapon system attempt to hack into it. If possible, the weaponry would be aimed for one of the ships and unloaded at it. If not, well at least Warpath got away with some resupplies. (ComLink:Ivan) Do you have eyes on Crimson Wake, or anyone else that could appear to be in charge? If so, take them out. The less the enemy has control over its troops the better. (ComLink:Bastion) Any of the heavy weapons on the beach from the enemy should be checked for supplies. If they can be operated by us, than we need them facing the enemy ships, and set to empty the clip. The urge to head towards the ships was getting there, but swimming with a 900lb body m that didn't float, did not sound amusing. The water would make his body armor awkward to move in, and it might effect the weapons he was carrying on his person. (ComLink:Bastion/Ivan) I want on one of the ships, any small water craft located? If so, relay coordinates, and have bodies ready, if willing to go on a suicide mission. The fight needed to be taken to the foes turf, and kept there. These foes did not come for war, they came for plunder, and pillage. If they got away, there was a chance for them to come back. Warpath wanted to make sure that they would be so hobbled, that coming back caused the survivors of this to shudder at the thought. This was going to be a graveyard, and Warpath wanted to dig as many holes as he could. If not in the ground, than in the sea, for the lowest of lifeforms to feast upon their festering flesh. @Phoebe @Agent Knockout @Fierach
  5. Tacos.... I need them.

  6. Might could start a post.
  7. Plans were not going as expected, but still within the gray area of successful. The first set of magazines for the AK-47 were spent, and tossed into the face of an unsuspecting pirate, only to have 3 well placed shots right for the space just beneath the sternum, just above the sternum and the throat. Their body would be used as a springboard! Up-Up-And-Away!!!! Into the sky, a decent 12ft. He power of his legs, and the fact Warpath's body weighed a lot, the power used to thrust his body up into the air as such, figuratively splattered the pirate's body, like a watermelon struck by Gallagher! (ComLink-Bastion): Warpath to Bastion: If you get a chance to pin the enemies to the beach, and limit their ability to get into the town, do so. Bring it heavy. (ComLink-Ivan): Warpath to Ivan. Keep them following my attack pattern, I hit'm hard. You guys hit'm harder. The wish his own tank being here, came back. It would have been fun, chasing those tiny humanoid pirates. The walking tank could vent out flames, and machine gun fire. Rushing through the enemies, still. Warpath targeted the larges amount of enemies, the RPG was used more now. The AK-47 would pick off a couple of stragglers, but the RPG was unloading its wad into the center of clusters of enemies. Not everyone of them would die, but there would be a lot of dead, and severely injured. It'd cause a panic, because even the most hardened of warrior, would pay mind to anyone shooting an RPG off into large groups. Separate the enemy force, keep them from grouping. Not to mention the fact, Ivan's attacks would be a lot more life threatening. The worst case scenario could happen was, the enemy would regroup as a larger group, all gunning for Warpath. (ComLink-Bastion): Warpath to Bastion. Have your snipers looking for important people, anyone that looks worse than the pirates, such has flaming skeletons or people on fire. Anything that screams I've come to fuck your shit up~! Take them out. It was just advise, but the fewer the enemy commanders the better. @phoebe @Agent Knockout
  8. I had a seizure. I'll have a post up later today. Just got out of the hospital.
  9. To say that Warpath expected those that were supposed to attack after he began attack himself was an understatement. The AK-47 continued to mow down those who had not been killed or scattered from the grenades he primed and thrown into large nests of enemies. The first magazine was ejected, all 30 rounds had been spent. The spent magazine was spun around, 180 degrees, the other magazine that had been taped upside down, that magazine was now vertical and slotted and locked in. The AK-47 was re-primed and ready to spit out more lethality. Each and every shot was aimed for the space just above the sternum, where the armor was usually thin, the muzzle jump was factored in, meaning that those shot might be catching bullets in the windpipe. (ComLink:Ivan) '' Ivan, where's my air support? I need the places I've attacked wiped out. I'm kicking the hornet's nest, you're furthering that chaos. '' (ComLink:Bastion) '' Bastion, have the tanks fire on the closest ship. '' Sweat beads began to form on his brow as he continued to circuit through the enemies trying to unload heavy weapons, or those that were in bunches. The whole point of this was to kill, and wound or outright kill as many enemies as possible. It had been what he was created for. War. '' COME ON YOU COWARDS! THIS IS WAR! WE FIGHT AND DIE FOR THIS!!! '' He spat those words at those pirates, the AK-47 spitting bullets. He had been using both hands to fire the weapon, but it was time to shift into a more serious mode of war. So muscle capacity was enhanced to the point the AK-47 could be fired with maintained accuracy while the other hand pointed the RPG that had been gifted to him, so now one hand held the AK-47(Left hand) and the other held an RPG(Right hand). The RPG was fired, sending a high explosive towards one of the heavy weapons that was being unloaded, aiming for the window, hopefully making it nonfunctional. While the AK-47 picked off those trying to unload it. Hopefully now, Bastion and Ivan would kick in. @Fierach @Agent Knockout
  10. Simpson Castle's face went through changes in his sleep, Warpath had tailored the man to have mild PTSD-inspired dreams. Flashes of explosions, and heat. The taste of blood and sweat, fear. The feeling of being shot. The feeling of flames causing skin to bubble the fat beneath, burning, burning, burning! Simpson Castle sat up in his bed, his flesh pouring sweat and breathing steam clouds from it. Ice blue eyes were dilated. Something had called out. Something that he knew, and yet did not know. Stand from his bed, which was a single cot, with a thin foam mattress. Comfort was a lie, that those who hadn't been to war believed in. The word that described his bedroom was Spartan. Within his bathroom, which was stark white, minus the red tooth brush sitting in a cup holder. Eyes shifted too it, his body's muscle memory was already attempting to go through the motions of brushing his teeth, since he was not here to use the toilet. Instead both hands grasped the sink, and he leaned forward a tad, it caused the pipes in the wall to groan. Staring at himself, he wondered. '' Who called my name? '' Yet he was positive he knew there name. It was like a room of people. Each person introduced themselves, but some people stood out, and some did not. Evidently, he stood out to the person calling his name, but as to that person? This would gnaw at him, eat at him. Even his secondary brain was perplexed by this. It too felt the same way. The only difference was, it was sure that the memory of this name was not forgotten. It was deleted, and because of that. Both parts of Warpath were troubled. Now that he was awake. He was sure he would be getting company of some sort soon. So, leaving the bathroom, he went into the kitchen. It was connected to his bedroom. The kitchen itself was stark white. Coffee that he had ground and set to brew in the morning, it began to have super heated water drip on through it. Might as well get ready to be personable. Though if they did come to his home with hostility on their minds, he would greet them with equal, or excessive force. The ASB(Artificial Secondary Brain) Had reviewed the scan that had pinged Warpath's location. Almost without noticing, his hands were working with the CZ+, the standard 9 round magazine was slid in, and locked in place. There were other systems, but it was doubtful that it would go that far, if it came down to it at all.
  11. Modern - to future tech came into view. Now this made things a lot more interesting. (ComLink:Bastion)'' Warpath to Bastion. Focus tank fire on those attempting to unload heavies. We want those off the playing field for as long as possible. '' (ComLink:Ivan)'' Warpath to Ivan. I need air support to pick off stranglers. '' Seemed as though the persona of Simpson Castle would get what he wanted. War, sure it wasn't as he had preferred, but. It would do. The first thing he would do is rush for the nearest group of insurgents. Hands were at work, one held 1 of the bottles he concocted. The other ignited the cloth that had been shoved into the bottle. The cloth had pulled up some of the kerosene within, so it caught fire rather well. Moving, his body propelled at very high speed, most other runners would have been put to shame, but there was always the possibility of someone better. Down the beach he ran, towards them, those who were busy trying to unload the heavier tools of war. The bottle tumbled through the sky, directed towards the back wall where the weapons were being housed. The fire might cause problems, but it was the smoke that would be the worst. Poison Ivy, Poison Oak, Poison Sumac and a form of peppers with very high qualities of capsaicin. It would rob those within of sight, smell, and the ability to breathe. This blitz would happen 3 more times, firebombing where heavy weaponry was being unloaded. Then he switched to grenades, tossing them in large parties of enemies, and gunfire, using the AK-47 to clean up those that scattered from the grenade blast. Hoping Ivan followed suit, and in the chaos they would create. It would leave Bastion's tanks to mop up the rest in a more permanent way. Fierach @Agent Knockout
  12. Migraine has been making writing difficult. I'll have something up in a few hours. Sorry to make anyone wait.
  13. It seemed as though Ivan had been correct about the master knight @Phoebe being unable(?)to use the Comlink. Simpson's facial expressions seemed annoyed there. Bastion had stated tanks. ASB(Artificial Secondary Brain) ran a list of what data it had on such a weapon. It was odd to Warpath that these didn't have sniper rifles, at least anti-personal sniper rifles on board for the crews. Yet, that might be because of added RPG munitions. '' Warpath to Bastion. As soon as the left furthest ship is within range, please fire all tanks 2 times at it. -- I need air lift to the one in line after the one closest to the one being bombarded. '' The idea was to cripple the furthest left, board the second in the middle(The one closest to the one on the furthest right) Once on board. Warpath would begin hostilities, firebombing the crew, hopefully the smoke(Poison Ivy, Poison Oak, Poison Sumac, and peppers high Capsaicin content) created from the fire would cause some real problems for those on board, and perhaps if the wind was favorable, cause problems for the other ships as well. Using the havoc, Warpath would take control of the helm, and attempt to steer the ship into the furthest right ship, hopefully doing so at such an angle, that it caused all 4 ships to get stuck. '' Ivan. Do you know what a wishbone maneuver is? I would like to set up units on either side of the beach, so those pirates that do make it up to the beach, are torn apart from eitherside. '' Could also be called a pincer. The question was. Was there a way for Warpath to get air lifted to the ship he wanted to board? That would make things a lot easier. Now the ASB did suggest working with the other mercenaries, but not many of them seemed to be able to understand the tech Ivan provided. '' Ivan, can you find out if anyone else here is able to use comlinks? ''
  14. I actually play a wizard in D&D that's been cursed with 3 different wildmagic tables, and I play that off as Alzheimer's. Whenever he castes a smell, the DM rolls a d4, and the original Wildmagic table plus the three created for my character. Its gotten pretty wild.
  15. Does anyone want a recipe for Sriracha sauce? I've been playing with one for awhile. Ever since I started having seizures, its caused an issue with something i've had since I was a kid, which is a continuous migraine. They are now Cluster Headaches, but. its made my sense of taste and sense of smell really good. So for me, the ol' rooster sauce I used to know, tastes very sweet, a lil garlicy and then smokey hot. The recipe I have been playing with, switches the roles of the sweet and smokey heat around. 

    1. Malintzin


      Keto is supposed to help with seizures to an extent. Try something like this and adjust to flavor! https://www.savagefuel.com/blog/ketogenic-friendly-sriracha-sauce

    2. Devil


      1lb red serrano peppers, stems cut off.
      1/3lb of Pri Pri(Birds Eye) Peppers, stems cut off.
      1/3lb Red Cayenne Peppers, stems cut off.
      6 medium to large purple/red Scotch bonnets(Habaneros work as well, just make sure they are the dark yellow/orange kind)
      6 cloves of garlic, pealed.
      3 tablespoons of dark sugar.
      1 tablespoon of kosher salt.
      1/3 cup of water.
      Half cup of distiled white vinegar.

      Chop peppers, retaining seeds and membranes, and place into a blender with garlic, brown sugar, salt, and water. Blend until smooth, pulsing several times to start.

      Transfer puree into a large glass container such as a large jar or pitcher. Cover container with plastic wrap and place into a cool dark location for 3 to 5 days, stirring once a day. The mixture will begin to bubble and ferment. Scrape down the sides during each stirring. Rewrap after every stirring and return to a cool, dark place until mixture is bubbly.

      Pour fermented mixture back into blender with vinegar; blend until smooth. Strain mixture through a fine mesh strainer into a saucepan, pushing as much of the pulp as possible through the strainer into the sauce. Discard remaining pulp, seeds, and skin left in strainer.
      Place saucepan on a burner and bring sauce to a boil, stirring often, until reduced to your desired thickness, 5 to 10 minutes. Skim foam if desired.

      Remove saucepan from heat and let sauce cool to room temperature. Sauce will thicken a little when cooled. Transfer sauce to jars or bottles and refrigerate.

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