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THIS IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE GRAB FEUD.

I have had an interest in Bats for many years.
I find them to be fascinating and wonderfully beautiful.

I have always loved bats, they are a beautiful and needed creature in the night. They help control the Mosquito menace by eating them each nite... among other things.

And now they are in extreme danger of extinction!!

the disease is called White Nose Syndrome, and its mortality rate among bats is a whopping 95%.

Here is a link for more data.

http://www.batcon.org/


they must be saved! They are a valuable asset to the Ecology of this planet.

Here we go again, I just love this.......................................................... .........................................................................

What does matter is that I have no interest in Grab anymore. Other than to watch over my Pack. Some have chosen to stay and play here.
And that is ok. It is purely their choice to do so. I will not desert those members of Pack, but I will not be on grab much, and thought I would write this blog to help explain things a little.

While the staff and mods for the most part have helped all they can, sometimes things slip thru their fingers, or (from specific)admin/mods ignore somethings that need to be done. (at least in my opinion).

Grab is no longer fun from my viewpoint, and some others agree with me...

I originally came to this site to try online RPG with a friend of mine whom I have known for more than 20 years. That did not work out, for various reasons, some staff/mod problems, and some member problems. The details really dont matter, lets just chalk it up to a DRAMATIC LEARNING EXPERIENCE.

Anyway, due to my weariness in dealing with this "DLE", and continuance of DLE, I felt, and still feel it best to move on.

While I intend to move on, I also ask that if you or anyone else hear any skuttlebutt, ask me about it before you believe the garbage. I have many whom dont like me much and I would appreciate the courtesy of someone listening to what I have to say, instead of cutting me or mine loose on a lie. I have always spoken the truth and stand before the truth, so ask me if you wish to know the Truth.

Pack knows where to find me should you wish to talk, and like I said before, I will not leave them here alone.

I wish to Staff/mods, and all of grabland,

Peace and Love,
Redd

An act of Heroism is not facing your enemies in battle, it is facing the Truth.

The Truth take no prisoners.

Peace and Love,
Redd

"You cannot have a proud and chivalrous spirit if your conduct is mean and paltry,
for whatever a mans actions are, so must be his spirit".
Demosthenes C:344-322 BCE

Peace and Love,
Redd

Above is an example of Wolf Heart Foundation's Black Hawks. I have this in a camo color which is wrong as all the black hawks are a base black in color but I lost so much detail that I had to go with camo. Basically, you want to click the video. Which has nothing to do with the story other than the music. then of course, read the story as the music plays, thus creating the mood. This is an excerpt from the Hallowell Diaries. An on going RPG game that Redd ran & I am fortunate enough to play in. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Alright folks, listen up. The time mages say the attack will be today. The weather is chancy at best so keep in contact. I want no friendly fire today. Is that understood?” A chorus of “yes mam “resound across the wooded bawn of the Cairn. The tall lean blonde smiles, her eyes alight at the disciplined troops taking up positions. The whoop-whoop of the Black Hawk’s blades provides a breeze which snares several of her blonde hairs sending them whipping across her face. She pulls on the matching spandex hood to capture those errant hairs & keep them from flying into her eyes at the wrong moment. Now just a sleek figure in black she turns to take her place in the helicopter behind her. “Angel, wait Angel. I have something for you” Stitch waves something back & forth making sure to catch her attention. She turns back to him, “Hurry up, Stitch. It’s almost time to go”. Bending close to be heard over the noise of the chopper Stitch yells “Sorry, but I had to get the magic’s right. Now listen, these gloves & these boots will allow you purchase but remember once you attach you won’t be able to let go.” She takes the items quickly & with a salute of two fingers mounts up into the helicopter with Stitch on her heels. A voice sounds from the cockpit “Make sure everyone back there is in their harness, I don’t want to be cleaning your blood off my bird.” “Copy that pilot, everyone in harness” replies the blonde. As the helicopter lifts she makes sure to put on the gear Stitch gave her and standing near the door, waves to Alpha One’s shrinking figure below. The gloves & foot gear work just as Stitch said even to the point of not having to worry over much with Pilot’s normal take offs. Chopper pilot’s all have their own style but Pilot’s betrays his military history in Nam. Once airborne she gets the mental link from the Akashic brother’s telepathic feed. “Angel we’re all here & our troops are in position & ready”, Pen answers to the unspoken order. “Poet says the boogies are on schedule but there’s a change, 3 choppers & not 2 as we originally thought. Looks like the Technocracy want this place real bad.” Angel sighs, “Great”. Suddenly computer block text appears in front of her. She reads the suspended words & her grim mood deepens. “Angel, these are Arc 2’s not the Arc 1’s we thought. These are much, much harder. From the data I’m getting from Coffee, they’re also very expensive; looks like this is gonna be one heck of a fight.” “Thanks, God.” Pen will get the word out. Any word on what the Techs ground troops are sizing up to be? More computer text appears “According to the Mages there appears to be no change”. “Well at least we have some good news then” she thinks to herself. She turns to Pen but before she can say anything Pen reassures her that Poet is watching. “Poet wants me to tell you that he won’t let you be a squashed bug”. “Thanks, Pen. You know it can be eerie having you read my thoughts all the time but I guess, I can’t complain, it’s effective.” Pilot’s thoughts broadcast clearly through the link & with just as much emotion as God’s computer text. “Angel we’re in position. It’s going to be a rough ride. I’ll get you into a good position but it won’t hold for more than a few seconds in a dog fight. Be ready.” Smiling grimly the blonde thinks back “Just get me there, Pilot. I’ll take care of the Arc’s. Let’s show them what happens when an Angel flies.” She feels an answering flicker of a smile through the link. Pen’s broadcast cuts through the by play between Pilot & the blonde. “Our other Black Hawk is in position & the mages state it should be a great platform for their magic’s.” Computer text appears again. “Here they come out of the North East quadrant coming fast.” The sound of gun fire cuts through the whoop of the Black hawk’s blades. The force shields hold but fine beads of sweat start dripping down the face of the on board forces mage. “Hold on folks, we’re taking fire” and with that thought the Hawk cuts at an impossible angle as Pilot shows the Techies how real flying is done. As the Hawk comes about and the image of 1st of the Arc 2’s comes into view. With one smooth motion the blonde draws the Katana held out to her & disappears. "Angel Away", Stitch calls through the link. The chopper banks hard to aid those not as skilled or armored. And like a bolt of light from the Heavens she is there on the nose of the Arc 2. Her feet touch down on the sloping nose of the Arc 2. Crouching she drives the blade deep into the nose until the hilt is within inches of the outer skin and with a swift right to left yank she filets the avionics of the craft. She looks through the windshield of the craft & notes that there is no pilot in the seat. Startled she stares for an instant surprised to see no answering look of surprise then glancing away she disappears. She appears in the sky without the wings of her namesake, she freefalls toward the blur of trees below. Through the link she hears “Angel, I got your back. I’m drawing them off.” She watches as the 2nd of the Arc 2’s fires. This time though the shielding doesn’t hold & small holes appear through the skin of the Black Hawk. “Negative Beta, bring it around toward me. I’ll get in & take them out. You can’t take another hit like that.” Beta comes about but with none of the finesse seen in the Alpha copter. Beta weaves & twists trying desperately to make itself a harder target. The Arc 2 opens up again & out of the blue, Alpha is there dancing between the two taking the fire of her sister. Bullets ricochet off the shielding of Alpha’s hull buying Beta more lead time. Then just as suddenly Alpha is gone with the third Arc in hot pursuit. Through the link the small black figure gets the count down. 5,4,3,2, now!! And she’s gone like a mirage from the eyes of a thirsty man and just as suddenly she appears on the nose of the second Arc. She thrusts the katana almost to the hilt once more into the nose of the Arc. Using the same maneuver that took out its companion she guts the avionics of the 2nd Arc, and then in a blink she is gone. She soars in free fall once more looking for her next target. The last Arc opens up on Alpha. The shielding fails & the hawk is peppered w/bullets. She feels pilot struck through the link, his leg and chest hit. He fights off the Frenzy and struggles to focus. The wounds begin healing as he finally gets it together. “I’m almost out of vitae but if you bring the Arc close then I can get him.” Then suddenly, there is an explosion. Angel is flung off course, blinded & deafened now she can’t detect the last Arc. She plummets towards the ground heartsick to have lost friends. Having no idea how long she’s fallen or where she is at, she spreads her arms & legs in a futile attempt to slow her descent. She feels the wind of a helicopter all about her and then the solid bump of metal touches her face and she reacts quickly. Latching onto the surface she gains purchase & prepares to take this Arc with her. Raising the sword for the final strike, she snarls “then I’ll take you with me.” Pilots’ voice cuts through her fog. “Angel, Angel, I’m a friendly. You’ve landed on Alpha.” “Pilot, where’s the Arc?” “Angel stand down, Boomer & Poet took it out.” We’re clear. The last Arc is destroyed.” “What’s the status of the ground troops.” She thinks back. The quiet voice of Pilot flows back down the link “Alpha 1 has them mopping up now.” Dropping to her knees on the nose of the hawk, she sighs and latches on with her left hand. She lays her head against the windshield of the cockpit. Sensing something is amiss Pilot opens up his own link to the limp figure on his windshield. “Angel, what’s wrong”. A soft voice replies, “I’m cold pilot." "Angel, then port inside. It's warm in here." "I can't pilot. I have to see to port and the explosion over loaded my Auspex. I can't see anything and I'm deaf as well." "Angel hang on I'll get you down". She chuckles wearily, "pilot, I can't let go. Looks like I'm a bug after all." Pilot feels the link weaken as Angel starts to pass out from the extreme cold. "Mayday, Mayday, this is Pilot.I have a medical emergency. Angel is in distress from the cold & can't come inside. I need Coffee ready when I land" The last thing Angel remembers is laying her face against the cold glass of the cockpit before oblivion embraces her. The above story is told by Cori, my Wife. I think she did a fabulous job. Redd

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