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Originally Posted by Jeff-Groves
What UFO?
Pretty sure I know every Easter Egg in GWX 3 but a UFO is news to me.
(By the way? Not every Easter Egg has been found in GWX 3 that I have seen posted here at Subsim in all 10+ years) |
Oh man, before reading your denial I was convinced to have read several UFO reports on the forum,
some of them documented by pictures (btw I wonder who can hide behind the baffling name of Madox58
). I was so sure about the reliability of those reports, that I am pretty convinced that at some moment I have heard heard the very distinctive sound of an UFO among the audio samples of GWX's sdl file lol, but now that I rethink about it, I must admit that I have probably victim of a mass hysteria case
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Originally Posted by Jeff-Groves
1 misconception on Easter Eggs in GWX I want to clear up.
In the Blimp there is a Dog. Many think it was a wolf to represent the Grey Wolves.
That is not the true story so I'll explain why that dog is there.
I had a beautiful white Huskey named Babe that I rescued from a shelter. She was abused and very timid and fearful when I got her.
With love and tenderness she became my best friend and always sat near me as I worked on SH stuff.
She snapped her spin at the end of her chain one day and died in my arms.
I was finishing the K-Ship and placed a tribute to her kind soul so she would fly forever so I could visit her any time I wished.
Even typing this brings tears to my eyes for a lost friend dearly missed.
She will be in the SH5 version of the K-Ship also!
She earned that Honor.
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Nice storyy, Jeff. I understand your tears.
You reminded me of my dog, Martina was the name I gave to her, whose destiny and story brings many similarities with the ones of your Babe.
She was a mix of Maremma Sheepdog. If you haven't ever seen those animals, you can barely imagine how proud and beautiful they are with their massive shape and their snow white coat, only pierced by the dark black of their nose and the dark brown of their eyes.
I had rescued her from the streets of my city, near my university. I had been feeding her for about one week, waiting for someone else (her former owner?) to rescue her, but seeing that no other rescuer had popped up, at the end I decided to take her at my home.
Unfortunately I could't go around with her as much as I wanted. She was not that kind of dog. She was not a sweetheart to strangers, quite the contrary, and she was the terror of many of my friends when they came to visit me. I guess that the traumatizing experience of the road, as well as the natural temperament of her race, played a role in her bad temper, but she was my dog. I loved her, she returned that love multiplied by 100, with me and with my dear ones, and even now, a couple of decades after she left this world, I still miss her very much.
May her and Babe play together in the eternal meadows of the heavens
