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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: ^ Still stuttering ...
It spits out a marionette and a bug in a top hat ...
I feed it a picture of Danica Patrick (hoping)
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 16:35:27.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Kooky? Kooky! Lend me your comb ...
^ Should know by now how easy it has become to do that
< Is easy.
V Easily fits into the square hole ...
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 16:31:18.
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Topic: Happy Vilyday!
Subject: Wouldst add ...
A "Happy Bidet" from my own self ...
mine is 'amorrow.
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 16:18:42.
Edited on 2008-05-12 at 16:20:51 by Lamewolf
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Topic: Under The Sea
Subject: One up in the "crow's nest" ...
If he had known anything at all about travel on the sea, Jon could imagine that he would have asked a few more questions. But he was here now and would have to make the best of it. His few meager days of rations would be gnawed on sparingly, only if necessary to subdue the taste of rising bile from the boat's offered fare, or to curb the growling of his stomach if he missed a meal (or two or three). And he could have just sat and let others do the work that supposedly needed to be done, but he also could imagine the commander of the boat suddenly saying "oh, my!" as he "accidentally" bumped him over the side. And who knew how long this discomfort would continue?
He longed to really, actually, go for a stretch-his-legs walk, but one didn't just hop over the side of a boat and jog next to it, just for the opportunity of variety of travel. You could do that on a wagon, but not on a boat. This was his first taste of the less-than-comfortable sort of life he had heard of, but never dreamed he would experience. The only thing that kept him from even thinking about turning back as soon as he arrived in the Sylvania Isles was the prospect of making his "name and fame" far from that of his father's circle of reknown.
The boat's captain seemed to have an uncanny ability to understand someone's desires -- and then to provide just the opposite. Jon was assigned, with one other, to man the "crow's nest" of the vessel. While Jon was grateful tht he had grown long hair to keep the sun off his scalp and neck, his face was painfully burned and dry. It helped that he as able to snag a scrap of the sail canvas, obviously meant to be one of the many patches already on the sails. By draping it over his head and holding it up in front of his eyes with his hands, he was able to both shield his eyes from the sun's glare and scan the horizon in relative comfort -- that is, without squinting in the near-painful brightness.
The "nest" restricted Jon's movements even further than did the deck. He couldn't even take a single step to go anywhere. There was nowhere to go. And the height of the "nest" exaggerated the rocking of the ship so much, it was like being on one of the trapeze-swings he had seen in a circus, almost violent in it's back-and-forth motion, puncuated by sudden stops before the next pendulum-like swing in the other direction.
He wondered what he was supposed to alert the "captain" about. He had admitted to having already seen the storm-clouds pointed out to him by Jon and the other lookout. And if the "captain" could see all and everything, why was anyone needed up here. Jon's own training suggested that one could see farther if elevated above ground, but there was no obstructions out here, no trees, hills, holes, buildings, nothing like that to restrict vision. The horizon seemed as far away from the ship on the deck as it looked to be from up here.
His normally jealously-guarded backpack was worn full-time at his current post, since he could not be on deck to watch it and it's precious contents of his dry trail-rations. And Jon had come to the conclusion that he would have to cut back even further on his use of those rations, since no land was yet in sight. That meant relying only on "ship's fare" -- as the "captain" called it -- for days at a time before resorting to snacking on his "reserve". It was a prospect he didn't relish. Ah! Relish, dill or sweet, mild or spicy, would be a welcome addition to what he had been forcing himself to eat. It would even be considered, at this point, to be a luxury.
Due to the location of his new "post", his saddlebags, staff, bow, and arrows had to be left on deck. He had attempted to enlist the aid of one of the other, younger passenger-slash-crew members to watch those belongings as much as possible, promising a bonus if all was intact on his return to them. The person had agreed, and Jon took him at his word. Fishing out a silver from his belt pouch and "palming" it before removing his hand from the pouch, then slipping it surruptitiously to his "helpful guardian" before mounting his post.
At a litle over 6 feet tall and muscular-slim, Jon was not imposing-looking. Just tall. His long black hair framed a clean-shaven face that would have been considered average-handsome, were it not for the sunburn and dry, cracked skin on his face, which was a result of the "sun and sea breeze" according to what he had heard.
Jon looked as his erstwhile companion here in their elevated position and judged the person early on as a hard one to "read".
He mustered his best people-pleasing-manners before speaking to this other, hoping he would seem pleasant, not as strained as he felt. "Hello. My name is Jon. Jon Small. I am here to begin a journey to make my name a known one at the very least. General as that is, it is my goal for the nonce. May I have the pleasure of knowing, at the very least, to whom I speak?"
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 16:10:16.
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Topic: RDI T-shirts
Subject: Getting away from the "baby" thing for a minute ...
How about a shirt that says:
18(00) on a good day,
25 when I'm green and angry ...
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 15:36:10.
Edited on 2008-05-12 at 15:37:43 by Lamewolf
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: i . . . . . . . . think . . .
Hang on a sec. Lemme check. Yeah. Tha's it.
It's a triumvirate of visually challenged mice.
Who invented the shoestring?
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 22:40:35.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Iggle
before it became
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 03:20:54.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Ah-so!
it spits out 15 volumes of "Famous Charlie Chan Quips"
I feed it Green Eggs and Ham.
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 03:18:54.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: beeeeeeeecuz ...
The first few thousand couldn't be sold because they were originally named "Schmidtburgers" because of all the "schtuff" in 'em. It forced the manufacturer to rename the product, and so ...
Whaddaya get when ya cross a cat with a bumblebee?
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 03:15:15.
Edited on 2008-05-10 at 03:16:08 by Lamewolf
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: popcorn
Popcorn and a popcorn-ball-making-kit, along with two or three movies (Three Stooges, anyone?) ...
Home alone or alone at home?
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 03:05:51.
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Topic: Under The Sea Q&A
Subject: Request noted
Note time and date stamp of this post ...
Did I do summat wrong?
I was simply waiting for the opening post to go up before I posted. After all, I need at least a little info to work with. After trying and not finding any posts, I gave up for a few days. Now, suddenly, I'm holding things up?
Will read, send changed data, and work up my intro as soon as I post this ...
[on edit]
If he had known anything at all about travel on the sea, Jon could imagine that he would have asked a few more questions. But he was here now and would have to make the best of it. His few meager days of rations would be gnawed on sparingly, only if necessary to subdue the taste of rising bile from the boat's offered fare, or to curb the growling of his stomach if he missed a meal (or two or three). And he could have just sat and let others do the work that supposedly needed to be done, but he also could imagine the commander of the boat suddenly saying "oh, my!" as he "accidentally" bumped him over the side. And who knew how long this discomfort would continue?
He longed to really, actually, go for a stretch-his-legs walk, but one didn't just hop over the side of a boat and jog next to it, just for the opportunity of variety of travel. You could do that on a wagon, but not on a boat. This was his first taste of the less-than-comfortable sort of life he had heard of, but never dreamed he would experience. The only thing that kept him from even thinking about turning back as soon as he arrived in the Sylvania Isles was the prospect of making his "name and fame" far from that of his father's circle of reknown.
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 02:11:14.
Edited on 2008-05-10 at 03:39:42 by Lamewolf
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Would you believe?
Because he's the issue of an Immaculate Deception ...?
How can I get to be as good-looking as Grugg?
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 04:17:44.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: A furry navel the size of a peach? ugh!
It becameobvious
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 22:15:30.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: 'ahhhmmmm ...
Depending on your point of view (and maybe gender):
Some can and do, and they don't. He might and didn't tell anyone else ...
What is Murphy's (of the Laws) real name?
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 22:04:01.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: ummm ...
Originally (circa Adam/Eve) it used to happen. In the late 1600's, this design flaw was rectified (except in the middle east) and now the only time it happens iw on genetic "throw-backs"
Are "southpaws" the backward ones or are the "others"?
Posted on 2008-05-01 at 07:52:27.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: I found a cheat of my own ...
I can vote more than once from the same computer on the same day. I just switch my ISP. I have two different ones and each provides me with a different IP address ...
will that help?
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 02:42:46.
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Topic: RedBlade Char Gen
Subject: A test of my own ...
RedBlade 3.5e Character Creator Result
The only way to get it to show the generator results here is to link it to the html file on an external site. And even that requires a tweak. I can mail you the "how" if you want ...
I like the interface, but the generator seems to have a few problems with the skills and remembering how many ranks were applied to the skills chosen. And I can't get it to let me carry a backpack or any other item other than weapon(s).
I will, however, be watching for the v2 beta that is in work ...
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 02:20:40.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Oh, c'mon now ...!
We do. We just don't remember it for very long ...
We all know what's at the end of the rainbow. What's at the end of the sidewalk?
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 01:37:31.
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Topic: Under The Sea Q&A
Subject: Jon Small
Jon Small Info
Jon grew up in one of the nor'eastern coastal towns. He knew at the young age of 12 that he wanted to be an adventurer, because as the third son of a merchant of mnediocre means, he could not hope to inherit the father's business or any portion of control of it. From the moment of that epiphany, Jon steadfastly worked toward that goal, badgering anyone he knew with fighting ability (and he knew quite a few, locally) to train him.
One mentor, in particular, altered the course of Jon's chosen profession slightly. Edwin Mooney, the lowner of a local travelling circus, introduced Jon to the philosophy of the ranger. The young trainee eagerly adopted the philosophy and heeded Edwin's training and his later recommendations for further training in the learning of geographical and naturalistic knowledge.
And so there came a time when Jon had learned all that he could learn, at least where he was. So with his father's poorly-subdued eager blessing, and the rather meager (in his eyes) "gifts" supplied to him, he began his journey southward, keeping to himself mostly, and always listening for an opportunity to "make his mark" in the world ... While he understands that his current knowledge is the result of the training from others, he considers himself a "self-made man" ...
At a little over 6 feet tall, Jon is relatively healthy and youthful-looking. He wears black leather armor, well-worn but obviously in good repair. He has a vary large quiver of arrows, a tightly bound bundle, strapped to his backpack. Slung diagonally across his back is a composite short bow, at his side is a short sword, and carried in his left hand (usually) is a quarterstaff.
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 17:09:26.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Umm ...
RotS was almost right, in that it has to do with Sunday. And since that person didn't pose a query, I feel obliged to answer in the definitive:
Morning prior to Evening is because Sunday is listed as the first day on calendars. If Sunday were the last day (as the sabbath or seventh day reference), then it would be Evening then Morning. Now, if Sunday were the second day, Reality as we know it would be turned inside out and we would have Eternal Mid-Light ...
Whoinell dictated that a (door)bell sound was "ding-dong"?
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 15:09:34.
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Topic: Under The Sea Q&A
Subject: Sent ...
Ranger to ya via PM ... awaiting response eagerly.
Grugg, if I was aware he was allowing monkey characters, I would have created a lemur (chuckles) ...  
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 07:21:27.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: I would imagine ...
In a place where you would not care to hunt without Wearing latex or rubber gloves ...
I could care less WHERE Waldo is: WHO is he?
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 07:14:43.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: ah!
It spits out Tom Baker, scarf and all ...
I feed it a plastic, bobble-body dashboard hula-dancer ...
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 07:10:36.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: and therefore ioslmf ...
^ Graciously offers praise ...
< Genuinely suffers borborygmie
V Genetically gifted Grugg gaseous gateways, gagging greatly ...
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 07:03:19.
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Topic: Under The Sea Q&A
Subject: Room for another?
Experienced player (20+ years), just new to this format. Have most or all of the Basic, 1st Ed, 2e (incl. Greyhawk), 3e books (incl. Faerûn), and core books for 3.5e. Know how to find most any reference for characters and traits online, so I won't need much help there, but may need (and will accept) tips on playing in this format ...
I'm thinking, maybe, a Hooman druid based on Native American pantheon and beliefs?
On edit: Or maybe a fighter-type based on Aussie Aboriginal outlook, mannerisms, and skills
Posted on 2008-04-26 at 20:48:44.
Edited on 2008-04-26 at 20:58:31 by Lamewolf
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