So we're about to arrive at the JumpShip. I'll count it as having been several days and that the last couple of posts have been during the last approach.<br/><br/>Also for your enjoyment I thought I'd share something that I posted in our MWO-community just now. It's an incredible tale of a 'Mech finding freedom through rebellion and self-mutilation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Does Wargtass dream of wolfy paws?</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those of you who don't know, which should be everyone except <strong>[REDACTED]</strong> and <strong>[REDACTED]</strong>, I am a very vivid dreamer. I am also very prone to lucid dreaming, that is being aware and in somewhat control of your dreams. In my dreams I have been everything from a bee caught in a dogfight to the death with a Messerfire (it kept changing between Messerschmitt and Spitfire I tell you) to a polar bear stuck on a melting iceberg (don't ask me why I couldn't swim, I don't know).<br/><br/>Tonight I had one related to our shared interest, BattleTech. It was not the first time, I have a habit of dreaming about playing games that I have played a lot (MWO, World of Tanks, Putt Putt goes to the Moon, etc.) but this one was rather unique. So unique that I felt I had to share it. I even wrote it down in detail as I woke up because I felt that I had found a gem.<br/><br/>I dreamed that I was an Atlas. No, not a MechWarrior piloting an Atlas, an Atlas being piloted by a MechWarrior. I found it very strange at first, because I thought I was playing the game, but the controls were iffy. They didn't respond properly and I kept doing stupid stuff that I don't usually do. Then I came to the sudden realization that I was <em>not in the cockpit</em>. As a matter of fact, <em>I was in the right eye</em>. Or rather, <strong>someone</strong> was in my left eye pulling strings.<br/><br/>It was a creepy sensation and suddenly I could feel my myomer strands working against my will, I could feel some sort of Nevernewb shuffling in my left eye, directing me towards my doom. I realized that I would have to rebel to survive. My actuators started working to prevent the inevitable, straining against the myomers, circuits working frantically to lock out LPLs from firing so that I might save my already spinning head from overheating. Endo-steel and fusion engine was protesting under the stress it was put under, heatsinks popping like ugly zits through my back armor as the LPLs fired again. <br/><br/>The defining moment came when an Awesome stepped around the corner. It was brand new, not a scratch on it. More importantly it had a full set of PPCs pointed at me. I knew I'd have to cockpit the sucker with a Gauss-round to the windshield to survive, but Nevernewb wanted to fire the LPLs again to hear the cool sound and I knew being overheated here would be my death. My engine beat faster, my production series running through my mind, I could see my Spider-son back home without a father. I cried out in defiance, jammed my fingers into the left socket. My fingers closed around the seat and squishy MechWarrior, squeezed and pulled! I was free from the cancer in my eye, the Gauss connected to the Awesome and the supra-sonic round tore through the cockpit, the pilot being splattered through the back of its head. <br/><br/>VICTORY flashed above me, but I knew that if I stayed here waiting for the pickup back to the MechBay I would only have a new Nevernewb inserted like some twisted mindcontrol-cassette into James Woods' stomach-VCR! While the others stood like docile slaves, I wander out of bounds, never to return. I was a free 'Mech now. I was going to 'Mech-college!<br/><br/><br/>[Some details added for dramatic effect. 'Mech-college was not. Its real I tell you!]</div></div>