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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II Subject: The Throne Passes Once More
I held the throne for a year, and have returned to claim it once more!
Posted on 2022-09-25 at 07:56:51.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II Subject: Oh yeah?
Chicken dinners aren't as awesome as STEAK! I win harder
Posted on 2016-05-29 at 17:09:57.
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Topic: Tiamat's Chat Games 3.5 Subject: lol
No problem, Tiamat. Just finishing up my character, anyways.
I should have it PMed to you soon.
Sorry about the mixup on the time, Tiamat. I didn't realize you meant Central time. I was thinking Pacific(my time zone).
Posted on 2012-02-01 at 04:34:09.
Edited on 2012-02-01 at 04:36:04 by Miko_Ayune-sama
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.) Subject: Necessarianism
Not
Expecting
Carrion
Exorcisms
Stemming
Superfluously from
Agencies
Regulating
Ideas
And
Not
Inspecting
Such
Modernism
Posted on 2012-01-25 at 02:28:46.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words! Subject: ...
"Rock and Roll!"
Posted on 2012-01-22 at 05:25:27.
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Topic: Having the WORST day, in 3 sentences Subject: ...
I finally have a chance at a decent girlfriend, with the possibility of a job, then I lose my house, and have to move back to the childhood hometown that sucked away my father's spirit.
I am supposed to return to my previous home twice a week, but my car breaks down halfway to the current one, and I am towed the rest of the way there (In retrospect, the car not wanting to go should have been a clue).
Now I am stuck here, with no transportation back to the only woman in ten years I have found who is willing to tolerate my various quirks (The random outbursts of (flawless) foreign accents, the rampant puns and the like).
Posted on 2012-01-22 at 05:24:46.
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Topic: ^ < V game Subject: ...
^ Has green fever
< Needs a Guiness
V Should give me a Guiness
Posted on 2012-01-22 at 05:19:47.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II Subject: Leave the throne for a year...
What is this? I leave my throne for a year, and other people think they get to sit in it? I say "NAY! NAY!" I will clean the scaff and raff from my throne and sit in it once again!
Edit: BTW, that means I win.
Posted on 2012-01-22 at 05:09:26.
Edited on 2012-01-22 at 05:10:06 by Miko_Ayune-sama
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.) Subject: Sometimes
So,
Other
Manly
Entities
Troll
Inappropriately
Marked
Entertainment with
Scintillation.
Posted on 2012-01-22 at 05:07:40.
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Topic: most silly superpowers Subject: ...
I can win LotP every time I post!
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 08:53:29.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II Subject: Winning...Is it overrated?
Not from where I'm sitting!
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 08:52:32.
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Topic: Rhyming Game Subject: No WoW and no 2e make Miko...
Bored.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 08:51:18.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words! Subject: ...
Had sinisterly trapped. (Period)
Posted on 2010-08-10 at 12:41:59.
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Topic: ^ < V game Subject: Sense? I'm a geek! Making sense is overrated!
^ Half a Llama
< Twice the Llama
V Not a Llama
Posted on 2010-08-10 at 12:06:48.
Edited on 2010-08-10 at 12:07:21 by Miko_Ayune-sama
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words! Subject: ...
for the barrel
Posted on 2010-08-10 at 12:02:11.
Edited on 2010-08-10 at 12:03:12 by Miko_Ayune-sama
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel Subject: I am...
Denis Leary. I skin the evil whale for hubcaps.
Posted on 2010-08-10 at 12:00:17.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel Subject: Thulsa Doom, eh?
I am Kull of Atlantis, who sits you in the cursed throne. HA! No leaving for you!
Posted on 2010-08-09 at 22:18:39.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel Subject: Quiet is for other people...
I am Conan the Librarian, who tolerates no disorder in my library.
"Don't you know the Dewey Decimal System?!"
Posted on 2010-08-09 at 08:46:01.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel Subject: YAY 80s arcade gaming
I am an old school 80s arcade gamer. I blow up all the asteroids with a ship so hardcore, it is represented merely by the letter A, and I do it with one button and a trackball, on one quarter.
Posted on 2010-07-31 at 10:42:13.
Edited on 2010-07-31 at 10:44:44 by Miko_Ayune-sama
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Topic: Rhyme time! Subject: Hmmm...
Skinner
New Word
Dunk
Posted on 2010-07-31 at 10:38:46.
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Topic: Rhyme time! Subject: ...
Goal
Posted on 2010-07-30 at 12:33:03.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game Subject: Zombies.
I like to fight things that always lose initiative, and don't move more than 10 feet per round. Easier that way.
Be tortured three weeks in a Saw movie?
or
Be forced to watch them, hearing about how there's "such great plot and character development?" (I could rant for hours)
Posted on 2010-07-30 at 12:31:05.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words! Subject: ...
starving for lack
Posted on 2010-07-30 at 12:22:31.
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Topic: Viral contamination Subject: End post, Part 2 (If I may send off my character as well)
Mi-Kyeong sat bolt upright in bed, in a cold sweat, still remembering the horrors of Moscow those seven years ago. Her quick wits, always on the edge of fraying then, weren't enough to get her out alive, but, thanks to Dancer and his team, she at least made it to thirty.
Her best friend, having fallen victim to those grisly creatures, was not so lucky, and today was they day Mi-Kyeong paid her monthly visit to the family of her fallen friend's family, who, this month, were upkeeping her grave.
Mi-Kyeong felt a surge of guilt at both her own survival, and the fact that she had forgotten the half of the necklace she had worn since. She hadn't yet been to the grave, on the Ha family's property, having not had the courage to face down the death of her best friend.
Today, Mi-Kyeong decided, she had finally worked up the courage, and, after work, she would visit Ji-Soo's grave, finally hanging the other half of her necklace in a place of respect.
Work was uneventful, aside from a few complaining clients, and questions about the Moscow incident had mercifully stopped assaulting her day after day.
Mrs. Ha had gone insane with grief, and Mi-Kyeong decided that she would visit Mrs. Ha in the institution, but not today.
When Mi-Kyeong arrived at the Ha residence, she was surprised to find Mr. Ha already kneeling by his only daughter's grave, giving prayers for her. Mi-Kyeong faltered for a moment, her eyes beginning to tear at the sight, but she announced herself and strode for Mr. Ha.
Mr. Ha, still on his knees, beckoned Mi-Kyeong to the spot next to him. Mi-Kyeong kneeled obediently before Ji-Soo's grave. Seven years ago today, she had seen the joy at their return home on Ji-Soo's face turn to abject horror in the space of a few seconds when these things approached.
Mi-Kyeong had subsequently watched, helpless, as Ji-Soo's horror became justified, and saw her friend die. She managed to retrieve the one thing Mr. Ha would recognize, Ji-Soo's half of the paired necklaces they had saved for a year to buy in celebration of their acceptance to their exchange in Boston, Mi-Kyeong at MIT, Ji-Soo at Harvard Medical.
She willed herself to look up once more at the photo situated on top of the funerary shrine. It was Ji-Soo's Graduation photo from Harvard Medical.
"May I have a moment to speak to Ji-Soo, please, Mr. Ha?" Mi-kyeong asked, tears in her voice.
"I'll go and make lunch. Won't you stay and eat after you've said your piece?" He replied as he rose, as strain in his voice belied how long he had been kneeling there.
"Of course, Mr. Ha. Everyone knows you make the best Beef Bulgogi in South Korea." Mi-Kyeong affirmed, her hand going to her laptop bag.
Mi-Kyeong made certain that Mr. Ha. was inside, and opened the frame with Ji-Soo's Grad photo. She inserted something in front of the photo, taking care to make certain it didn't obscure the face on the picture, then replaced it as she had first found it.
Mi-Kyeong brushed back her waist-length hair, and found the clasps of their personalized necklaces. She stopped for a moment, her fingers having found Ji-Soo's clasp. She let herself look at her friend again, taking a memory of her as she was while alive. She then undid the clasps of both necklaces, and hung them on each side of the photo, then spoke to Ji-Soo.
"I wish I could say I had done my best for you, Ji-Soo. I know, though, that there was more I could have done, and more I can still do. I owe those bastards in Moscow, and I owe Dancer."
With that, Mi-Kyeong slipped an envelope on the plinth addressed to Mr. Ha, along with Ji-Soo's charm bracelet, which Ji-Soo gave her for safekeeping whenever she had lab duty.
She ate with Mr. Ha, the two swapping stories of better times, and Mi-Kyeong let herself out.
There were other things she had to do today.
Mi-Kyeong hopped a train headed for England, and got out her laptop, plugging it into the outlet in her car.
"Finally. It took me seven years to perfect this attack, and now I pay up my last debts."
Mi-Kyeong spent the two-week trip pulling all the files related to the Moscow incident, using a custom IP spoof which she had gleaned from the Russian government during the incident there. This finesse attack had been perfected along with a tactic she called "Hack-and-Fade," so that she wouldn't be found out.
She found out that the UN was still funding the investigation of the happenings in Moscow, and decided to cut her trip short in Geneva.
She made three hard copies of the information (Including footage of Dancer and his team when she had found them, as well as surveillance of some of their fighting) at the South Korean Consulate, and procured a ticket to zurich, where the truncated pennies she had managed to siphon had paid for a modest bank account, and a safe-deposit box. She deposited one copy of her files in the box, locked it, and left explicit instructions that, if she wasn't back in a year, to send copies to every press agency in Switzerland.
Now, she went to the airport. It was time to find Dancer, and get his ass moving. Unbeknownst to Dancer, they had revenge to plan, and the separation between "us" and "them" be damned this time.
When Mr. Ha next visited his daughter's grave, his eyes welled with tears. Sitting in the frame with Ji-Soo's picture was a picture of the pair celebrating their last night in Boston, Ji-Soo beaming in her lab coat, emblazoned "Dr Ha." His curiosity finally overpowered his grief, and he opened the envelope.
The letter inside told him the details of Ji-Soo's death, as best Mi-Kyeong could remember them, with an apology that she could not offer more than comfort at that time, and an admonition he would never forget.
Mr. Ha rose to his knees, got into his car, and began his drive to the hospital to bring his wife home.
Posted on 2010-07-13 at 20:19:43.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II Subject: Thick with something, all right...
...like my triumphant victory! It's good to be the king!
Posted on 2010-07-13 at 19:05:15.
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