One distinctive part of trench warfare, made possible by its static nature, was the night raid. These sorties across no-man’s-land to capture enemy soldiers or map out their positions required efficient and silent weapons, prompting the production of many variants of these rather medieval tools behind the frontline by craftsmen or regular soldiers, limited only by the materials available to them. The simpler designs were barely more than lead-weighted clubs, but there were commonly outfitted with boots’ hobnails, barbed wire, heavy metal cogs, and all sorts of salvaged parts to make them more deadly. Some examples came to resemble flails, either with springs for a main shaft or the usual chains that wouldn’t have been an odd sight five centuries earlier.
Seeking the piece of reason, Shaping a peaceless season, Reason to keep believing, Waking the beast who’s sleeping.
I call this destiny, Or caught in a trance, And I march inside a kind of dream No sign in advance. You see? This motor coil we serve is taut like a spring, Step back, two step, two step, Two step, one two three(yeah!)
Our world’s a fantasy no more than a test, Ever feeding off the fallacy, Creating this mess (Deep down) inside this bleak machine, With all of the rest Break free, to praise, to praise electricity!
Time turning up the volume, Time turning on us always, No time enough to wallow, For turning back to where we began.
Trying to set those tested, fragments in one direction. Celestial noise detected, but maybe I’m unsuspected. Static to give; to reason. Turning to me for defense, Transmissions begun, completed: Setup to breach; to reset.
It was the destiny alone in a trance, No escaping from this waking dream, No hope for the best. (You see?) The motor coil we serve is naught but a spring. Unwind, too slow, too quick, too much to believe!
Your world’s a fantasy you failed to test Ever forging all new fallacies creating a mess (Direct) into this bleak machine with all of the rest Dizzy, dying, dying! Electricity!
Falling back right into the system, Falling back on all empty ears, When falling back right out of the system Means falling back right into disgrace Yes, falling back right in with the system, Is slipping, falling back to the end, When falling back is better and simple, (We’re) falling back into pieces again!
Sounds to be in rhythm Memory wiped and beaten Narrowly beat, defeated Radicals flowing freer Energy slowly seepin’ Suspending all disbelief in Synergy with our being, Synapses fire and breathin’.
From what I understand after scrolling through, they’re going to basically impersonate SJW’s and attack anybody in the SU Fandom, wether you are for Zamii or not. They want to trick anyone to fight against each other.
One of them even plan to do a fake suicide–
Now I’m not sure how Tumblr is going to handle this if it is true that this is going to happen, but It might not be a very nice sight. So, if you can, be careful. You might see something offensive to you, but don’t start anymore flame wars. You have to know the difference between good comments or criticism, and bad, hateful ones.
I honestly had second thoughts posting this, but I thought some of you should know
Three people taken from their home in a dawn raid and questioned over the shooting of two police officers in Ferguson,
Missouri, told the Guardian on Thursday that they were released without
Lamont Underwood, Iresha Turner and Martez Little said they were the
trio seen handcuffed by St Louis County officers and taken from a house
on Dade Avenue as part of the early-morning swoop by heavily armed
Turner said that she and her six-year-old son had the red laser
sights of police rifles trained on their chests as they emerged into
their garden under orders from the officers, who arrived in
Underwood and Turner said they had been milling around the demonstration outside the Ferguson
police headquarters when shots rang out on Wednesday night. But they
denied having anything to do with the shooting and said they came under
suspicion after speeding away from the scene as many others did.
The release of the trio came as police confirmed they had yet to make
any arrests in connection with an investigation into what they have
described as an “ambush” outside Ferguson police station.
Experts have speculated that the distance the bullets were fired from
- around 125 yards - suggests the responsible who shot the officers may
be a trained or skilled user of firearms.