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Post by rabidbite on Aug 14, 2012 8:27:42 GMT -5
Since I've started to loose track just where did I put the Rabid Rabbit easter eggs, I've started collecting them here. Understand that as I find them, I post them. There is no particular order. If you're reading the "Odd Rabid Rabbit Adventures" you'll notice that some of these easter eggs tie in, in some form or another, to the story. Also, I've deleted a lot of posts I did on this thread to make it shorter. This kind of makes the replies of people seem disjointed and odd.  Sorry about that  rabid It isn't completely random (Quadrant politics are at work here!), but it isn't completely malicious either. Does that help =) (Body parts fly as Rabid Rabbit cuts his way through another hapless victim, chainsaw blurring.) A frightened poor woman wearing known yellow markers of House Thulun begs for mercy amongs the corpses of her family and shipmates. Rabid Rabbit sights, " Look woman, it's nothing personal. Quadrant politics are at work here. This is not completely malicious. I just happened to spend more on Artifacts than your ship and lives are worth, only to get Trade Embargoed by your alien kissing little government, AGAIN. That's the 7th time in a row I try to be a good wabbit, and you know what? It's the last. Time to recuperate my investment. Time to explain why you don't make a Cadar waste his time." The woman whispers, "You monster. Someday you and your murderous crew will be blown to bits. You hear me? Your end will come!" The Rabid Rabbit puts on his trademark Jason Hockey mask, "Yes babe, eventually -something- will kill me. But, babe, what a ride till then!" Ramps up the chainsaw, " Now, shall we?" rabid |
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Post by Fenikso on Aug 17, 2012 6:34:05 GMT -5
Mega-cool even does to start to describe this post  . |
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Post by chromeada on Aug 20, 2012 23:53:46 GMT -5
You, sir, are a sick and evil genius!
But I suppose that makes me sick and evil for appreciating it so much!
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Post by Cory Trese on Aug 20, 2012 23:58:35 GMT -5
Rabid Rabbit should be in Leviathan Armor  Really great stuff, this one is very in the ST universe ... very cool! |
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Post by phantombudgie on Aug 21, 2012 13:47:55 GMT -5
Using the Captain's Chainsaw upgrade on your ship makes any successful boardings suffer -3 rep with the faction of the victim.
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:31:55 GMT -5
Rabid Rabbit currently studies the merchant ship docked with his own. A rather big Space Truck with interesting cargo modifications. Behind him the political officer of said ship yammers on in a vague attempt to screw with him. "... thus, the value of this information has decreased in worth. My employer is willing to pay half the agreed upon fee, up front, as a measure of good faith, even before verifying the contents of the package." Though Rabid wasn't looking, he could feel the slimy smile of the political officer. Rabid turns a little to glance at the man. Typical blond syndic looks, polite blasê expression, warm friendly disposition. Truly here was a credit to the 'velvet glove' approach. As the man finishes, Rabid settles on the chair across the conference table. With no real preamble he props the chainsaw on the table and begins checking it over. "So, Mr. Hamilton. To summarize. Your employer contracted us for the agreed price of $57 thousand credits, around 54 weeks ago, to deliver this particular package to a rather big ship around here." Rabid gestures with a thumb out the viewing port. "Now, though we're still within the delivery date, he wants to pay me half." "Oh no sir. My employer does not want to pay you half, that would be barbarous. He's a man of impeccable honor! He is, though, unable to pay the full amount because of circumstances beyond his control, thus the offer to pay before even opening the package, if at a reduced amount." Rabid mmms at the earnest bullshitting man. "Since I dragged myself across the quadrant to deliver in good faith, the package will be what your employer asked for. You know that, I know that. But, sadly, I guess I won't be able to make this delivery as I never found your employers ship." The Political Officer blinks, "I'm not sure I follow." "I'm saying, regrettably, I will have to admit failure of my mission. I never found the ship carrying the person to whom I was supposed to deliver the package. I'll have to take a $57k hit plus expenses, quite considerable." Rabid sighs, "Alas I failed. Such is ... what is that expression .. shanum law? I can't quite pronounce it right." The political officer smiles, "Quite a jest. The ship is right outside and I'm sitting right here." Rabid tilts his head, "I'm sorry, but what are you talking about? All I saw out the port was one of my own ships. One I am going to auction off." The man's smile freezes, "You can't be serious." "I'm quite serious, and you as a member of my crew should know me better by now." "A member of your crew!?" the Political Officer stands. "Well, yes? I mean, after all I never found any ship out here, that meant you must have traveled with me willingly.." Rabid's voice lowered, "As I tend to be rather peckish with stowaways. You're either my Political Officer, who has been working for me at a 'reduced price', or you're a stowaway." A bright detonation shreds some of the Space Truck's hull from the inside. The Political Officer rivet's his eyes on the view port as the hole vents atmosphere. Through the hole two figures in bright green Javat are sucked outwards before becoming ballooning smears of decompressed meat. His employer's ship is suffering from a bad case of being boarded! Rabid languidly gets to his feet. His hand rests easily on the chainsaw. "Make your choice Mr. Hamilton. The voices in my head are telling me I should not be missing so much fun. I'm rather inclined to agree with them." Rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=91#ixzz25V2d10uC |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:33:52 GMT -5
So, i get the latest patch from Amazon.com and: An incarnation of Rabid Rabbit struts into the Palace of his De Valtos benefactors, 5 ranks of decorations on his chest. Of course he usually uses them to play poker with, but the stuffed shirts of De Valtos don't need to know that. Weak meat each and every one of them. The pencil pusher behind the dirty brown polished granite desk of the Admiralty House pushes Rabid's easily earned reward. Rabid winks at the man and reads it. "For outstanding service to the De Valtos regime, we here by award you with authority to learn Zealot (Rapid Rank II achivement)." Rabid grins, "Peace of cake. Made it with a year and change to spare." A true brag, which makes it so much the sweeter. The pencil pusher scoffs, "You mean 5 years to spare. Everyone can do this now, the deadline was pushed to seven years from initial acceptance of the task. I know my kid sister has one and she uses it to wipe her arse." Rabid stares at the man. No, the man didnt seem to be lying. Psychotic images of blood and body parts ride through his mind, the echo of a chainsaw grinding through bone and flesh. "Your sister most be an accomplished Captain." Rabid temporizes. "Not really, she just cleans the Palace and spreads it for the Prince." "Hmm. Tell you what, " Rabid reads the guys tag, "Rupert, I think I'm going to go --->meat<--- your sister now. Then I'm going to go meat you, your mother and father and discuss your future. Your quality of thought ... has impressed me." Subsequently a Rumor spread that The Prince went into hidding, because of a failed assasination attempt while with his concubine. The assailant is still at large. rabid PS: I gotta write a story with this homocidal maniac. Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=log&thread=2689#ixzz25V3I169g |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:34:46 GMT -5
In the battle board display, a pair of DeValtos and Steel Song ships traded torpedoes plus barrage fire, before the Steel Song rammed the DeValtos head on.Before impact something, that looked like a kitchen sink, flew out of a torpedo tube and struck the DeValtos armor. "Is that really a kitchen sink?" Rabid Rabbit asks, for the first time in many a year truly surprised. "Umm .. checking, Captain." beep beep .. bop .. "Confirmed sir .. that's a kitchen sink." Rabid Rabbit rubs his chin, "Stop our advance, remain in stealth." Bonnie arched an eyebrow, "Okey dokey. What's the plan though?" "The best of plans," Rabid Rabbit calls the kitchen, "Hey Mac. Bring up a pair of big bowls with popcorn." "Say what? Popcorn?" "Yes, with extra butter." "Um... ok Captain Rabbit." The bridge crew is looking at each other. Rabid Rabbit smiles at them, "Oh come on, lighten up. Someone out there torpedoed a DeValtos ship with a KITCHEN SINK. At the very least someone with that sense of humor can live an extra hour before we burn their ship around them." The Mad Rabbit leans back, "Let's sit and enjoy the moment. In the long run, brothers and sisters, its memories like these that last a lifetime." rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tips&action=display&thread=2723&page=2#ixzz25V3bneE9 |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:37:15 GMT -5
It was yet another fine day in the history of Cadar Piracy. The still boiling wreckage of the Independent Space Hawk continue to emit secondary explosions as the ramming prow of the Carrot Stick withdrew from the carcass. Bonnie lounged in a chair idly fiddling with his auto-pistol. "I just don't get it. Why do you love ramming so much? It always bends bulkheads and there are so many other ways for us to screw our targets with." Rabid Rabbit arched an eyebrow. He was conducting similar maintenance on his trusty gut ripper of a chainsaw, "Honestly?" Rabid thumbed at Zonk McDugal, "Every time I give the ramming order, Zonk over there pisses his pants and gibbers happily before going into a rant about beautiful flowers fucking and thorns mating with seeds. It is the most hilarious shit I ever seen in my life." Bonnie grinned, "You ram ships because it makes you laugh?" "Is there a better reason?" rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rules&action=display&thread=2742#ixzz25V45ew65 |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:40:38 GMT -5
Ensign Morgan stared at the breaching pod that had pierced through the Imperator's hull. Painted in bright white letters across the pod's surface was the somewhat disturbing message: 'If you're reading this, you're SO fucked'. Even as the whistling sound of atmosphere picked up, Morgan scrambled away trying to get to another compartment before the pressure dropped so far that the compartment locked down. The pod's iris whirled open. Out stepped armored individuals in slashed together pieces of armor; a Templar shoulder pad here, a Steel Song metal boot there. The first to step in was a large brute of a man with a plasma cannon so large its muzzle was bigger than the diameter of a bowling ball. He was closely followed by a chainsaw wielding Jason Hockey masked man with a white rabbit logo on his shoulder pads. Other boarders followed. The group stopped in confusion looking about at the Cadar markings on the hallway wall. The hockey masked armored figure tilted his head this way and that way as he looked at the script, "Hmm. Hey Bonnie. Aren't we supposed to be attacking an independent carrier?" The larger armored man scratched the top of his armor. A rough voice grunted, "Doesn't look too independent to me. This must be a freaking Cadar chameleon ship. Son of a gun!" Rabid rabbit mournfully shook his head, "Or we got the wrong vessel. There are just too many darn ships around here. You'd think things would be a little less hectic out here." The two men looked at each other, "Well you know.." started the bigger one. "... since we're already here.." replied the shorter one. The chainsaw ramped up, "No one is going to begrudge us a simple mistake. Besides, I admit Bowie, I have a certain morbid curiosity to see just how other Cadar shape up when I gut them." The larger man shrugged helplessly, "I bet we're going to loose a trade permit over this." rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rules&action=display&thread=2613&page=2#ixzz25V50IBj3 |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:44:04 GMT -5
Or you can: Rabid Rabbit walks up the steps to the entrance of the Palace. The courtiers moving to and from the structure glance at him distastefully as he is dressed in tight fitting combat fatigues and basic non-enviromental armor. Rabid Rabbit pays them no mind. His path takes him to the Justicar Office of External Affairs. The emblems of House Thulun adorn every other surface making everything look like little chicken chicks. There is no line. Excellent. A man, who seems rather tough, sits behind the counter while reading Templar Magazine. It seems to be rather popular. Rabid Rabbit raps on the bulletproof divisor with his gloved fist, "Hoy there." The man glances at him and grunts, "Yeah, what can I do for you?" "Is this were people pay for Pardons and all that shit?" "Yeah big man. Want to pay off your criminal debt? Cash only I'm afraid." The man smirked. A cynic. Rabid Rabbit liked him immediately. You had to have a certain sense of humor and outlook to work in a place were people could pay for blowing up ships and killing indiscriminately. Welcome to the quadrant: life had a monetary value. "Sure, look for Captain Rabbit." Rabid Rabbit dropped the bundle on his back and started unwrapping the black cloth.. The man was typing into his terminal, "Rad It?" "No, Rabbit. R a b b i t." "Ok gotcha. Odd name that one, only got six of them. Heh, Rabid Rabbit popped up too, if you can believe that psychotic fuck is still in the pardon database." Rabid Rabbit glanced up, "He is? He can buy a pardon?" "Oh no, its a note saying to call in military support if spotted. Seriously, like that freak would ever show up in a Thulun palace." "Yeah, that would be, " Rabid Rabbit stands up with his Jason Hockey mask affixed, "Just crazy no?" "Haha, buddy. You got that right ... hey you got a hockey mask just like ....oh fuck." The 'oh fuck' came at the moment Rabid Rabbit came up with the item he removed from the bundle, "I even got a chainsaw too." The diamond teeth weapon spined to life. "I'll be inside in a moment sir, don't worry, I only want the pardon money you've collected ... and maybe an arm or two, but the last is negotiable since I like you." rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tips&action=display&thread=1093&page=3#ixzz25V5mFN63 |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 4, 2012 6:46:10 GMT -5
Rabid Rabbit stared at the chart laid out in front of him, "And this thing is accurate?" He asked then Star Trader across from him in the Spice Hall. "I guarantee it. Is up to date, annotated, indexed, sphere of control color coded ... think you will find it very useful. I only ask for the mentioned fee." Rabid was honestly impressed. It wasn't every day someone handed you a map of the darn quadrant with up to date information, and analysis of resources. Rabid looked up at the Star Trader. The man was obviously selling many of these, and Rabid understood what that meant. Those who didn't have one of these good solid maps, or equivalent, were headed straight for a net loss in the near future. Rabid gave a nod to his purser. The purser extended a credit chit to the Star Trader, who's eyes held quiet satisfaction. "I don't have to threaten you right?" Rabid Rabbit asked conversation like. "No of course not. Pleasure doing busine..." the trader's words stopped mid sentence as Rabid Rabbit put the long bladed chainsaw across his lap. "Do you understand the gravity of the situation you will be in, if this is some little hoax you're pulling?" "You'll kill me," the trader said the words with certainty, but Rabid could tell the other side of the message, was 'if you find me'. That didn't bode well for the reliability of the map. But, his contacts had been specific that this merchant DID have a reliable map. Rabid tilted his head, "There's another map, isn't there? The one with the real up to date information. This is the sucker's map. The one you give idiots or marks. Give me the other map." The Star Trader smiled a bit, "I'm not sure you ..." Bonnie, to Rabid's left and a few feet away, called out, "We need a Doctor here!" The Star Trader glanced about, "Who is h.." The scream of the chainsaw stopped his words, just before the jagged bladed meat grinder removed his left arm at the elbow with a satisfying crunch where meat and bone combined. The Hall Froze in stupefaction as the Star Trader rolled while sprouting blood all over. Rabid Rabbit crouched, "Sorry about that chump, but I'm kind of impatient and I think you'll take me seriously from now on." Slowly Rabid Rabbit a fixes a Jason Hockey mask on his face, " Tell me about the real map you big baby. It's only a flesh wound." rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tips&action=display&thread=809&page=3#ixzz25V6JeOCF |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 19, 2012 9:41:27 GMT -5
Sept 3, 2012, 7:31pm, Cory Trese wrote: Rabid Rabbit was busy cleaning the bits of brain and general flesh stuck in the chainsaw's mechanism after a rather messy little fight with a bounty hunter. Bonnie was reviewing the list of bounties on the crew of the Carrot Stick. "These sort of bounties are going to bring the very best after us, Captain." Rabid glanced up, "So what's your point?" "I think we should establish a relative base of operations. Somewhere we can stash some fuel, weapons, and come back in case things get bad." Rabid Rabbit thought about it, then shrugged, "Ok, no need to get cocky. I know just the place too." Bonnie grunted in satisfaction. Having a base of operations would help general survivability. Rabid Rabbit pressed some buttons on the map screen, "I think this should be the very first place to set up a base of operations." The Mad Rabbit highlighted a planet and brought it up to screen. Bonnie stared at it for a long ... long ... minute, "That's Thulun Prime. Most of the bounties are theirs." Rabid Rabbit shrugged, "So what's your point?" rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tips&action=display&thread=2769#ixzz26vW5fNoj |
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Post by rabidbite on Sept 19, 2012 9:44:37 GMT -5
Sept 14, 2012, 1:22pm, XDesperado67 wrote: Rabid Rabbit looked up, "How did I get my ship? Not much of a story. It was a game of checkers. I won." "Checkers." Bonnie echoed in total disbelief. Then he smiled ruefully. "I don't believe you. I never seen you play a game of checkers in your life." The First Officer shook his head, "I'll do some rounds. Seriously, checkers. Hah!" "Ain't that the truth," Rabid Rabbit smiled, "Chainsaw beats queen any day." rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rules&action=display&thread=2810#ixzz26vX4Z74F |
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Post by rabidbite on Nov 21, 2012 9:21:07 GMT -5
Quote: will have translations into other languages? Bonnie tried to review what had happened to get the crew of the Carrot Stick, into this particular situation. First, Rabid Rabbit had wanted to try his hand at exploration. Nothing all together bad about that. Then he'd chosen a world with so much dangerous fauna it was considered a category 18 danger planet but with, rumor had it, many ancient artifacts from the Dark Age. That wasn't exactly the best option, but, just the thought of all those artifacts got the crew very motivated. Things were now a little more complicated. Bonnie scanned around at the dozen or so Zentro Hunters. Their guns and slapped together armor were painted in the battle rituals of their hunting obsessed philosophy. The biggest ugliest of the bastards was ooging and aaaging and saying shit that not even the universal translator could figure out. He was sporting so many weapons he looked like a scrap heap. They'd been trying to talk to the man for five minutes straight, and things weren't going smoothly. Rabid Rabbit had sat down and watched their hired scout trying at it. He was munching on a ration pack. "How do you think things are going?" "Not good Captain, those two to the left aren't just idle, they've been making ranging measurements with those scopes of theirs. These fuckers are pretty confident." Rabid sighted, "I don't want to embarrass our scout guide. It's all." "What do you mean?" "I speak Zentro and I'm pretty good at breaking through the language barrier." Bonnie stared, "SIR? Really?" "Yep, its a pretty enjoyable tongue." "Well shit, sir. You can still give this old dog a few surprises." Rabid Rabbit carefully wrapped the ration bar and put it in his camo pack. He walked over to where the scout guide was unsuccessfully conversing. The loud sound of a battle chainsaw was followed by a splatter of gore and entrails as the diamond toothed machine ripped through the ugly leader's stomach and torso. The body fell with a wet thump. There was a pregnant pause in which the Mad Rabbit said in a loud booming voice, "Let's be friends!" His boots trampled through the vivisected body, chainsaw still spinning. rabid Read more: startradersrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rules&thread=2928&page=1#ixzz2CroPAgXW |
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It isn't completely random (Quadrant politics are at work here!), but it isn't completely malicious either. Does that help =) 
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