(I've finally decided to start my own image thread.  I hope you folks enjoy.)

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-Robert Winchester : Beachhead-

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 "If you wish to know what a man is, place him in authority."
Yugoslav Proverb

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I first met him in a November, a chilly November. Robest Winchester was a behemoth, a silverback in an Italian suit. I used to sit at the other end of a mahogany conference table and watch him argue with himself about procedure, the straining weight of a thousand signatures weighing down on him. That was back when there was still time for bureaucracy. This picture was taken downtown, in the Edgewater district. We had received a report that a handful of outdated trade synchronization routines had been straining the structure of the quay. Mister Winchester straightened his fedora, and loaded a magazine into his handgun. The exiled programs were eradicated, entirely without incident.

Wow....

What i said!!

 ITS FLAMING AWESOME!!!!!!

(Yes!!! This is a fantastic shot at a fantastic angle with fantastic effects. Everything from the snow to the exit wound... <3

Didn't know ol' Beach was pimp like dat. )

(Thanks for all of the kind comments everyone, I'm glad that you enjoyed the first one.  I took an entirely different approach to this one, trying to change the mood since AntiAequitas' account expires on Christmas.)

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-Felano Asteran : AntiAequitas-

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"But to the hero, when his sword has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard the thanks of millions yet to be."
Fitz-Greene Halleck

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Mythologically, Aequitas was the goddess of fair trade and honest merchants, depicted as holding the balance of equity and fairness. After being awakened, Mister Asteran immersed himself in the city's underground, surrounded by the injustices emphasized by the truth. His methods were that of a man who had gained an overwhelming understanding of the system around him, and used every aspect of it to his advantage. As only per luck, he used his virological skillset to aid the simulation, taking a position in the Tetragrammaton. Disregarding the unfortunate cranial variable that severely hindered his neurokinetic levels, he became an unmatched clandestine operative. Maybe that's what got to him, or maybe the disintegration of one-too many exiled program's code structure, or maybe the cold, unforgiving real world. Whatever stemmed it, he has contacted our benefactors, and will be reinserted, home in time for Christmas.

Need to learn how to do that.