Election Night - Revision history

http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Election_Night Election Night - Revision history 2026-04-07T06:12:17Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.24alpha http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?title=Election_Night&diff=4241&oldid=prev Gridkeeper at 06:55, 21 January 2013 2013-01-21T06:55:22Z

<p></p> <table class='diff diff-contentalign-left'> <col class='diff-marker' /> <col class='diff-content' /> <col class='diff-marker' /> <col class='diff-content' /> <tr style='vertical-align: top;'> <td colspan='2' style="background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan='2' style="background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;">Revision as of 06:55, 21 January 2013</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 111:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 111:</td></tr> <tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[CHIEF]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> <br /> CHIEF can only grin as he is addressed by the big guy, he places up his hands to be cuffed or what have you. "Oh, your a smart program, though I do wonder why someone with such power would be so willing to slave themselves to the users." His voice then lowers a few octaves as his eyes glow gold gently. "Then again, seems all programs enjoy this."<br /><br /> He was now a captured program. Had to happen eventually. He remembered hearing about such things in war time even for users. War crimes as well. He also knew no one would come for him. Well, perhaps LEXUS if LEXUS saw him still useful in their strange game they both played with one another.<br /><br /> CHIEF then slowly glanced over in TRON's direction as he rose up to his feet, probably once the black guard cuffed him (or whatever). Those gold eyes staring directly at him for a moment, before they almost seemed... oddly distant, and then he could only grin as he looked away. "So," CHIEF stated as he glanced over at a Black Guard almost giving them a large grin. "Is this when you stick me with those rods and tell me to move along like some user's pet moo-machine? Perhaps I should also moo for you! Kahaha!"</div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[CHIEF]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> <br /> CHIEF can only grin as he is addressed by the big guy, he places up his hands to be cuffed or what have you. "Oh, your a smart program, though I do wonder why someone with such power would be so willing to slave themselves to the users." His voice then lowers a few octaves as his eyes glow gold gently. "Then again, seems all programs enjoy this."<br /><br /> He was now a captured program. Had to happen eventually. He remembered hearing about such things in war time even for users. War crimes as well. He also knew no one would come for him. Well, perhaps LEXUS if LEXUS saw him still useful in their strange game they both played with one another.<br /><br /> CHIEF then slowly glanced over in TRON's direction as he rose up to his feet, probably once the black guard cuffed him (or whatever). Those gold eyes staring directly at him for a moment, before they almost seemed... oddly distant, and then he could only grin as he looked away. "So," CHIEF stated as he glanced over at a Black Guard almost giving them a large grin. "Is this when you stick me with those rods and tell me to move along like some user's pet moo-machine? Perhaps I should also moo for you! Kahaha!"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"></td></tr> <tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[TRON]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>TRON doesn't refuse Deelel's help, but he still has some shreds of dignity--even with nearly half of his bits missing from his form. He slowly, deliberately, recombines his Discs and anchors it back into place before resting a hand on Deelel's shoulder. It's the only acknowledgement he gives to her assistance. <br /><br /> "I told you to get out of here, Deelel." His weary rumble is utterly devoid of anger. <br /><br /> ">YES<" The Bit's addition barely gets TRON to bat an eye, even as the small Bit hovers out from behind TRON's back and over his shoulder at eye-level. <br> His gaze does not waver from the location of CHIEF's capture, not even when CHIEF meets his gaze squarely for a long few seconds before the military Program's eyes slide away. His eyes pin on 'SARGON' for a long few moments, then he just releases a very long sigh. <br> "...Let's go..."</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[TRON]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>TRON doesn't refuse Deelel's help, but he still has some shreds of dignity--even with nearly half of his bits missing from his form. He slowly, deliberately, recombines his Discs and anchors it back into place before resting a hand on Deelel's shoulder. It's the only acknowledgement he gives to her assistance. <br /><br /> "I told you to get out of here, Deelel." His weary rumble is utterly devoid of anger. <br /><br /> ">YES<" The Bit's addition barely gets TRON to bat an eye, even as the small Bit hovers out from behind TRON's back and over his shoulder at eye-level. <br <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">/><br /</ins>> His gaze does not waver from the location of CHIEF's capture, not even when CHIEF meets his gaze squarely for a long few seconds before the military Program's eyes slide away. His eyes pin on 'SARGON' for a long few moments, then he just releases a very long sigh. <br <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">/><br /</ins>> "...Let's go..."</div></td></tr> </table>

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