C.S Goto

[Commisar Jack]

Thread dedicat celui mai mare WINRAR din editura BL. Basically C.S Goto este un Irish Nigra cu o pasiune de George Marius Olteanu pentru 40k. 'nuff said

LOLOLOLOLO, idiotul isi pune prietenii sa ii dea review-uri si comment-uri favorabile la ale sale publicatii ON HIS VERY OWN WEBSITE HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!

I LOL'D - recomand sa cititi acest thread pentru mare justitie.

Un mic transcript din cartea "Warrior Brood":

"Silently praising the might of the Mantis Terminators, Shaidan turned away to the west, where Sergeant Ruinus's Devastator squad was falling slowly back into the bunker's precinct. Their heavy bolters were cutting swathes from the advancing horde, but it was a losing battle. The numbers were simply too great. Brother Nerthus was behind the line of his battle-brothers, firing salvoes from the squad's lascannon, attempting to knock out the largest of the Tyranid foes: giant warrior creatures on whom the bolter shells appeared to have little effect."

Notati sublima măiestrie a scrisului si a artei povestirii.

EDIT - MOAR GOTO FUN AND MADNESS!

"With an explosion of emerald light, the stones seemed to detonate, spraying themselves into shrapnel and jagged shards that ricocheted around the polished, wraithbone walls of her inner sanctum. A hail of razor-sharp projectiles, like the tiny shruikens used in eldar firearms, lashed into Macha's body, lacerating the psychic shields and armoured plates with microscopic ease. Before she could rise to her feet or even let out a cry, Macha slumped forwards onto the circular tablet, unconscious and bleeding from thousands of tiny incisions." - Dawn of War: Tempest, a typical Eldar torture scene. Macha is his favorite victim

"His origins are African Irish, which pleases him."
"The weather in California is much better than in the Highlands, which pleases him." - csgoto.com, front page

"White. Pure White. Resolving into javelins and streaks of brighteen, like torrential rain. Blinding light, like an exploding star, ripping through space. An inferno, rippling like water, gushing and flooding, crashing and cascading of a craft. An eldar cruiser. A wraithship. The Eternal Star was afloat in the surge with waves of fire smashing against its shimmering hull. It bucked and heaved, fluttering wildly like a great oil-drenched bird, bleeding energy in terrible swirls of blue." - Dawn of War: Tempest, apparently sometime when Farseer Macha is having a vision of the future

"Despite all of the modifications and implants, despite the infernos of battles and the perpetual horrors of war, there was still a human soul hidden beneath that super-armoured shell." - Dawn of War: Tempest, I would think a description of a Blood Raven

"With a blinding blast of red light, the Assault Marine's jump-pack went critical and its fuel cells detonated, firing him down towards the ground like a giant bolter shell. Even from where he was standing, Gabriel could see the Marine was working to release the grenades that were clipped around his belt, flinging them down into the formation of eldar below him even as he rocketed down towards them. The disciplined aliens seemed unphased for a fraction of a second, holding their firing vectors until they realised what was about to happen. Then, as the xenos creatures began to scatter away from the Wave Serpents, the string of grenades smacked into the ground and detonated all at once, blowing a huge crater into the desert and rocking the nearest Wave Serpent. In an instant, the Marine's jump-pack roared down towards the vehicle, spiralling on its axis now that it had been jettisoned by the Marine himself, until it punched heavily into the gunnery cockpit on top of the Wave Serpent, blowing it clean off the vehicle and engulfing the whole thing in a giant red fireball. The Marine himself ploughed down into the desert nearby." - Dawn of War: Tempest

"After a sudden, gurgling pause in her screams, Taldeer yelled something incoherent in a tongue that Gabriel did not know. Her voice was shrill and wracked with pain, but there was a new quality to the sound that even Gabriel could recognize. She had been shot.
As the psychic screaming commenced, slightly weaker than before, Gabriel ripped his chainsword into life and whirled it around his head, clearing a moment of clarity in the mists of Chaos for him to assess the situation. A gaping wound had appeared in the side of the alien's abdomen, as though she had been shot at close range by a bolter. Judging from the position of the wound, Gabriel reckoned that the shell had probably ricocheted off the bulkhead and then punched into her kidneys, if eldar had kidneys.