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Drama. Release Date: 2019. Actor: Luna Lauren Velez. writed by: Robert Mailer Anderson. Tomatometer: 8,9 of 10 Stars. Info: After watching the news on 9/11 with his family, Fernando travels from Mexico to New York City to find his father, an undocumented worker at the World Trade Center's famous Windows on the World restaurant.
Copyright © 2003-2019 WinWorld. Powered by Adventure. 12 Help 12 Posted by 4 months ago Help 7 comments 94% Upvoted Log in or sign up to leave a comment log in sign up Sort by level 1 7-HONEY-TEA-7 2 points ? 4 months ago ( 0 children) level 1 1 point ? 4 months ago If you want to take the one on the island down by a block I think there’s some kind of /fill or /replace command but you’d have to look it up level 2 2 points ? 4 months ago yes. how big is the island? Continue this thread level 1 1 point ? 4 months ago What the heck level 2 Original Poster 1 point ? 4 months ago What the heck Continue this thread More posts from the Minecraft community Continue browsing in r/Minecraft r/Minecraft Minecraft community on reddit. 2. 8m Pillaged Villagers 14. 9k Pink Sheep Created Jun 11, 2009 help Reddit App Reddit coins Reddit premium Reddit gifts about careers press advertise blog Terms Content policy Privacy policy Mod policy Reddit Inc © 2020. All rights reserved.
These Tudor/Windsor LIES,I have had just about enough,THEY DO NOT HAVE ROYAL BLOOD,they are thieve's and have stolen my family name (LA)MARCHE, Pendragon Crown belong to me as the rightful pureblood descent lineage of the Saints I am Queen Guinivere IV (LA)MARCHE PENDRAGON RH(R)O negative DNA.I will ask ALL of you to stop your lies,these bastards Tudors/Windsors deserve the guillotine for steeling my families Crowns. What idiot thumbed this down? obably a shallow conformer. Great info guys ?. The first man that say saludo from Windows on the world looks like Norberto.
[ first] [ prev] [ Daxin's Prev] [ Nakteti's Prev] [ next] //DAXIN! DAXIN! DAXIN! // The electronic shout was full of slobbery excitement as the Goodboi frame charged across the reception lounge toward the massive cyborg that had just exited the airlock with a practiced flip and twist of someone long used to going from zero-G to artificial gravity. The Goodboi frame was an older model, chrome warsteel, three times as heavy as modern ones, but the towering cyborg caught it in mid-leap and brought it his metal chest in a crashing hug that sounded like someone had dropped an entire smithy from a great height. //HELPED NEWBOIS DAXIN! FIDO GOODBOI! // "Yes, yes you were, " The big cyborg said aloud. On the private channel he sent -*-FIDO GOODBOI DAXIN MISS FIDO-*- When he tickled the Fido's petting nerve they both relaxed, things going back to normal. In the station security monitor center the attendants stared nervously at their screens. The Fidoframe had been bad enough, heavily armed enough to require serious effort to counter if the Fido had gone crazy, but the big cyborg was something else. Built like a Terran Marine Mechaneck, it wasn't the armor, weapons, and secondary systems that made the security personnel look at one another and then at their supervisor. It was the identification code of the big cyborg. FREEBORN, DAXIN - CLINICAL IMMORTAL - EXTREMELY DANGEROUS - HOSTILE TO CONTACT - DO NOT APPROACH - WARNING! NEURAL ABERRATION! WARNING! scrolled across the screen above the file. The supervisor checked the file again. Most beings undergoing transit had only a page or two, even Old Metal and Old Blood guys had, at the most, a fifteen or twenty page report on them. Daxin's was over fifty pages and the supervisor stared at the fact it was file 1 of 11, of unclassified data. His System Idenfication Number threw an error. It was pre-Diasporia, Pre-Loss, back when the first colony war happened before Terra had done much more than a few trips. Digital Omnimessiah and his Twelve Biological Disciples, this guy fought in the First Colony Rebellion and the Mars Rebellion, the Saurian thought to himself. The ship was bad enough. No name, just a registration number that matched an old Facey McFacepunch light frigate but the supervisor's station identified it as an Adaptus Light Cruiser with a "highly dangerous" and "restricted technology" set of tags on it. The security being, a Rigellian Saurian, watched the two cyborgs reunite. His systems could detect extremely close range transmissions between the two that ran military grade encryption codes but he slapped the override before the station's VI could attempt to jam it. CONMILINT had wanted to debrief that massive cyborg and had been willing to restrict the stations traffic if the station manager had pushed it. Something about a fight against a Precursor machine. The station manager wasn't sure what the big deal was since everyone knew that beyond the Long Dark there was a bunch of settled system under Precursor attack, but apparently everyone in the Confederate Intelligence branches wanted to talk to the big cyborg. To be honest, the station's security breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg turned around and jumped into the transit tube, moving through zero-G easily, back to his ship, the big old Fidoframe following him. -------------------------------- The use of the Sydney Starship Docks by anything other than a high-volume cargo transit ship was rare. The fact that an Adaptus Cruiser wanted to land in the sea dock was not a rarity, it was a flat out unique situation. When the controller added in the fact that TerraSol Intelligence Services had slapped away any attempt to stop the ship from landing it went from unique to downright bizarre. The ship was heavily damaged, although it had flat gray durasteel patches and seals slapped all over the massive hull. The twin rotating six barrel C+ cannon arrays and the massive plasma wave phased motion gun were covered, the missile bays sealed, and strangely enough, when the ship settled into the water of the bay, it looked like a massive wet-navy ship riding low in the water. The dock controller, Treana'ad by the name of Harvey Kikakakik Jones, watched as the safety engineers inspected the vessel to make sure control interlocks were offline and physically air-gapped on the weapon systems. There was some difficulty as there was no crew spaces aboard the ship, but the engineers were satisfied by the owner removing the fire-control VI case and turning it over to the shipyard security. When they wanted a copy of the ship's log the owner refused. There was some concern when a TERRASOL MILINT lockout appeared on the ship's log and memory, but the owner agreed to remove it entirely. When the owner and his single crew member left the ship it caused even more concern. The datapack on the two was thick and covered in warnings. They were both in heavy cybernetic frames, loaded with tech that was illegal for civilian possession. Between the two of them they possessed enough firepower to level half the docking area and large enough creation engines and nano-forges to create serious problems. Again, a TERMILINT code appeared allowing them to disembark. The beings of the ship dockyard breathed a sigh of relief when the big cyborg and his massive Fido companion boarded a heavy groundcar and left the city of Sydney, heading into the Deathlands of the Outback. The driver of the car, a Biological Artificial Sentient named Yuri Redpaw, kept glancing at the huge cyborg sitting where there would normally be a passenger seat. He was heavy enough that the car had to add additional power to the antigrav generator that was used to offset the heavy armor of the groundcar. The car swept out of the city and into the Deathlands. The desert was red, with swaths of black and purple sand. Racing across the sand were the Eatmu's, massive long legged birds with explosive spittle that possessed feathers capable to deflecting forcebolt packs, light kinetic weapons, and lasers. Some of them kept up with the car, spitting at it, the spittle exploding on contact with the warsteel armor. They raced along with it for nearly ten miles before the car left that packs territory, the Eatmu's giving great cries of victory as the car drove away, driven off by their ferocity. "Huh, you kept those, " the passenger rumbled. "The Eatmus? Why wouldn't we? " the driver asked, swishing his long tail with nervousness. "They outfought the Australian Army four times, " the cyborg mused. "Australian? " Redpaw asked, frowning. The whiskers at the end of his muzzle twitched. "The name of Ozland, " the cyborg answered. It had turned the squat heavily armored head to look out the crysteel window, the robotic eyes glowing softly red. "Oh, " Redpaw expected his passenger to add more but instead it was totally silent until the armored car swept into the Green Death. Trees shot razored edge thorns that actually marred the warsteel, a dropbear with a mouth full of long fangs and paws adorned with razor sharp claws stared at the car from where it was holding onto the tree, eating a massive snake, reddish-pink venom drooling from its jaws. Vines stretched across the road tried to stop the car, trying to tie up the diamond-thread mesh tires, squirting caustic strong enough to melt duralloy. A handful of Sunburst Flowers fired bright pink lasers as the car, hoping for a boost of nutrients. "Hate this part, " Redpaw grumbled as the car's battlescreens swept aside vegetation that had thickly grown over the road in the time he had driven to Sydney and back. "Used to be worse, " the cyborg commented. "Worse? How worse? " Redpaw asked. "Most of the planet was covered by this stuff after the Extinction Agenda Attack, " the cyborg said. "Killed almost three billion people. Back then, wasn't much more than Pure Strain Humans and a few genejacks. Wasn't much more than just a few colonies in the system. " "Extinction Agenda Attack? " Redpaw asked, glancing at his passenger, who seemed unaware of the horrid slur he'd used. "What was that? " "Nevermind, " the cyborg said. "Nothing that matters any more. " //FIDO NO LIKE BITEY PLANTS// -*-Me neither, boy-*- The car swept into a tunnel, the battle-screen lowering just long enough for the car to shoot in. Even so, before it could raise again, spores swept in, increasing explosively. A thin mat of cellulose strands followed in the car's air current, latching onto a battle-screen projector and draining away energy even as the spores rapidly began to cover the inside of the tunnels nearly ten meters. The car was enveloped in plasma as the tunnel flushed and then went to vacuum. It swept through a decon-screen and came to a stop. Fire played over it, hot enough to actually raise the temperature of the warsteel armor for a few seconds. Redpaw and his two passengers waited silently. It had been a fourteen hour trip and Redpaw's passenger had barely spoke. So much for getting any information out of this guy, Captain Redpaw, TerraSol Military Intelligence thought sourly. The two cyborgs got out, leaving Redpaw to take the car to the motorpool for full decontamination. There was a uniformed female Pure Strain Human, wearing a breather mask, who didn't bother speaking, just turned and led the cyborg and his companion into the massive complex, over 80% of it underground, inside an armored cube that used the warsteel to prevent the ever-questing roots of the plants from getting in. The halls were clear of any other personnel, the heavy duty elevator empty, as the female led him deep into the facility. Daxin found it interesting that the pathway was still the same after several hundred years to the cybernetic organism debriefing rooms. He wondered, for a moment before he stopped caring, if they had made sure it was identical in the hopes of putting him at ease. In the security surveillance room the head of security, a Terran Army officer, watched his monitors as h
Sounds great from Chronicle review. Should be seen. What an excellent show. Like I say. This channel should be mandatory. 33 Posted by 1 year ago Archived Game Play 0:00 0:00 Settings Fullscreen 6 comments 93% Upvoted This thread is archived New comments cannot be posted and votes cannot be cast Sort by level 1 1 point ? 1 year ago The Animation and Games course of study in Darmstadt/Dieburg, by any chance? level 2 Original Poster 1 point ? 1 year ago Yes this is it. Why do you ask? Continue this thread level 1 1 point ? 1 year ago LOL at the concept, that's hilarious =) More posts from the Unity3D community Continue browsing in r/Unity3D r/Unity3D News, Help, Resources, and Conversation. A User Showcase of the Unity Game Engine. 177k Members 840 Online Created Apr 12, 2009 help Reddit App Reddit coins Reddit premium Reddit gifts about careers press advertise blog Terms Content policy Privacy policy Mod policy Reddit Inc © 2020. All rights reserved.