Two years ago today, I logged on to a gray looking Tactical Gamer website and registered on these very forums. I had played on the TG 2142 server just once, and I was instantly hooked. I had to get involved, I had to play more.
I began PC gaming after a friend forced me to get Halo. For months, we sat around sniping "n00bs" until he moved onto 2142 and dragged me with him. One day, he found the TG server and convinced me that this "Foxlion" fellow was some
As many of you reading this will know, I began my Tactical Gamer career in our Battlefield 2142 community over three years ago. I was drawn there by my husband and fellow TG member Aruncado soon after we bought the game; he'd found the TG servers and declared them the promised land of maturity in gaming. Mind you, we'd come from a heavily Halo/Halo 2 multiplayer gaming background during the time when online gaming culture was still largely forming and screaming, cursing twelve-year-olds on Xbox
“A Tormenting Game”
Silence alone echoed through the air even though the wisps of a strong wind blew about the decaying brush that made up the dense forest floor. Although the forest was teeming with life, in this dark corner, on this desolate night, one young man lays fighting a desperate battle. This story begins on this dark hour many years before the final date. Here lays the remainder of what had never been and was never known to be a man. A young boy
Updated 04-27-2011 at 12:35 AM by LordMeatwad
(continued from last time, welcome back , please forgive all format issues as copy and paste does not always work, I can't tab in, and some format/grammer is just plain wrong , hope you all will enjoy it anyway)
“Strive for the forever mists great warrior, here is your home.”
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The bright light of the suns shone red through his closed eye lids. Opening his eyes and painfully shutting them, Lark once again awoke to the world.
Updated 03-07-2011 at 04:42 PM by LordMeatwad
His brothers were not cowards…
They were not cowards.
The pain over took him and darkness flooded his vision.
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When Lark awoke he made no effort to rise right away. He knew he had passed out and he knew where he was. He knew this was no dream but his new reality and the darkness of his eyelids comforted him more then it ever had. When Lark finally decided to get up he rose slow pushing himself from the ground and standing off balance. Lark began
Updated 03-14-2011 at 04:08 PM by LordMeatwad