Somewhere in the abandoned corner of the first storage building erected during establishment of the HQ base on Chiron the first cantina for tired, and looking for refreshment, interstellar ship "Unity" officers has just been created. Provisory bar, several small tables and few alcoves made from empty containers parts do not look impressive, but are unique giving human refugees from Earth a feeling of normalcy.
* Lt. vyeh comes around a container part screening the Cantina from the rest of the storage building. He goes up to the provisory bar, rummages around, looks critically at a bottle with a torn label, shrugs his shoulders, takes the bottle to a table, opens the bottle and takes a long drink. *
Operational planning is exhausting! We've been poring over those scans and calculating contingencies. We've hit diminishing returns, and maybe negative returns.
*Lt Bodissey sets foot into the den, pours himself a drink and says:*
You are so right. It is time to act. Let's cut the talking!
All your base are belong to us
* Lt. vyeh looks up from his drink and waves Lt. Bodissey to sit down *
Was there a 'Big Rock Candy Mountain' in the frontier era of the former United States?
"Sure there was, this song says all about it."
*And Lt Bodissey takes his banjo out of his bag and begins to sing.*
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
....
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
1928 version by Harry McClintock
I like the part about the jerk that invented work…
All your base are belong to us
* As Lt. Bodissey finishes strumming his banjo, the entire room erupts in a round of wild applause and calls of "Big Rock Candy Mountains" *
Well done!
* Lt. vyeh comes in and sits down at a table. *
Whew! The last ten years have been exhausting. Everything seems to be going faster.
This thread should be called "Recreation Commons - 19th floor". Don't you guys have any respect for tradition??
It would seem that a person who might be building a great mod, wondered if someone saved old SMAC wallpapers.
SMAC/X FAQ | Chiron Archives
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man. --G.B.Shaw
Hurray and thanks! The next round is on me!
PS: is there still much of a point in having the C4AC link in your signature?
Haven't updated it in years. It will be updated soon.
SMAC/X FAQ | Chiron Archives
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man. --G.B.Shaw
*vyeh sits down at a table*
Buster's Uncle, this is a special place where regulars sit down and drink fungal beer.
Technician 2nd class Uncle walks in holding a broom.
“Sir, did I hear someone singing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" in here last night?”
Realizes the lieutenant must have passed out sitting up. Reaches out to shake shoulder.
Sir? Too much fungal gin, sir?
*Lt. vyeh wakes up*
No, too much work.
Smiles.
Me, too, sir. Gotta sweep the place up and can't find that zombie Domai anywhere. Sometimes it seems like we're the only enlisted men around, like Chef Obrian on that Star Track show.
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