Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Well then
That settles it. Have to see Superbad with me mates today, but tomorrow I go to see Stardust. ideal date movie indeed.
Posted on 2007-08-21 at 15:47:25.
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Topic: Book - Diamonds of Spring and Fall
Subject: Huzzah!
BY the hammer of thor that be a lot of words.
Luckily I have plenty of spare time. Looks good so far dude! Eol's probably right, you just need a break and soon it will all be awesome again!
PS: I personally liked the Frog better anywho. 
Posted on 2007-08-20 at 17:02:49.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Well...
I've been fending of gf wishes to see that for a week or so. If it's as good as you say I might just have to let her win.
Besides...DeNiro is good....
Posted on 2007-08-20 at 17:00:05.
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Topic: Goofy Burf-day stuff
Subject: Gah!
I am a dog! Woof or Bark or something of that nature!
Posted on 2007-08-20 at 16:52:09.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms (Mature)
Subject: It has not been a good day apparently.
Drake had figured the war would be more glamorous, or at least more profitable. From what he had pictured, they'd fight long during the day and grab some booty for the field at night. It had seemed so perfect, all you had to do was survive and you'd come out rich. This would be it, he had figured, he'd make his fortune, buy a well defended island and spend the rest of his days lounging on a beach with beautiful women. Yes, that would have been good. Unfortunately for Drake, war was not quite as he had envisioned it.
The vicious attacks and setbacks he had suffered throughout the past few weeks had been horrendous. Worse still, he hadn't seen his ship for days, having ordered his first mate Dart to take The Saucy Wench out of the harbor and keep her laying in wait of the coast of Trice. Every day he spent on land made long that much more to be on his ship, feeling the soft sway of the ocean waves and the cool breeze through his hair. It was times like this that he even missed the constant squacking of those ubiquitous gulls. His boots had been coated in mud, he coat in blood, and his face in the saliva of an overactive troll at one point. This was definitely not the way Drake had thought his life would be going.
Having sent his crew back with Dart to tend to the needs of The Saucy Wench he had been alone for nearly three days, traversing the wreckage and battlefields of what had once been a great city. He enjoyed but one minute of the ordeal, when he found himself in the remains of what had once been a tavern, the cellar still stocked with a few bottles of fine wine. While he still preferred his own rum, he doubted that he'd be finding any of that and drank heartily from the stores provided. The next day wasn't nearly as fun however, as he had neglected to consider the possibility that he would be staggering through the wreckage with a splitting headache.
It had seemed that just when he had resolved to never see a friendly face did he literally walk into a group of survivors. There were of course, the stand issue infirm, the weak and the elderly, but he was relieved to find that there were able bodied warriors there as well. There were two soldiers and a medic, but they weren't the ones that caught his eye. A powerful man in a suit of resplendent armor, an unarmed but well toned woman, another unarmored woman, and a sturdy looking dwarf in cased in armor. Although he was leery of the first one, he always seemed to be on the wrong side of the righteous due to his profession, the latter two proved to be beyond useful, seemingly having the magical ability to create food, and to Drake's great enjoyment, rum. Things were finally starting to look up for the Alerian corsair.
Despite these newfound comforts, the next few days were hard. They traveled for days without end, battled the hordes constantly, and slept without the warmth of a fire. Everyone, even the young 'uns fought with them, the very presence of the one Drake had come to know as Atharam seeming to embolden all those around him, inspiring them to never give up, never give in.
However, this did little to satiate Drake's longing to return to his ship and crew, sailing the deep blue seas and forgetting this part of his life ever happened. Despite what they had been going through, Drake was still here, on the land. Adding insult to injury, the magically conjured rum had been tasting worse lately, most likely due to its very nature, an this did little to alleviate Drake's misery.
One what had seemed like the hundredth sleepless night, Drake was suddenly aware that something wasn't right. Moment's later the wizard Donia's wards triggered a loud noise, rousing those assembled. It was only moments later that the portal opened, and despite the best efforts of the spellcasters, a beast straight out of the tales Drake had heard the old sailors of his home tell. It took Drake nearly a full five senses to regain his composure and was brought out of his reverie by the swift and thunderous charge of Atharam on his steed. The swift and beautiful Tai-Laan was one his heels, charging off toward the beast without a thought of personal safety. Drake looked about him at the survivors assembled there. Some of them were young, Drake guess one lad had yet to see tenth year. Being surrounded by them made him feel slightly more at home, like he had his crew with him, counting on him and fighting with him.
A small swell surged in his heart, remembering once more the thrill of a glorious battle. In one swift moment his rapier was in his hand and he was charging towards the hideous beast as well. He heard the voice before he realized it was his.
"GET'N GO YOU SCURVY DOGS! LET'N THIS FOUL URCHIN HAVE IT!"
(OOC: Drake is charging in and helping flank the thing. He's using his Rally the Crew ability to boost everyone up and using Combat Expertise the to max, hoping to stab distract the thing with trying to hit him while everyone else has a go at it.
P.S. I just noticed I have a 25% of checking for a critical. Righteous.)
Posted on 2007-08-19 at 16:39:31.
Edited on 2007-08-19 at 17:17:43 by Grugg
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Aye
tis a damn good movie.
Posted on 2007-08-19 at 16:09:38.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Me too
thew my bit in.
Posted on 2007-08-19 at 03:18:27.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Mini skirts as a uniform?! Count me in...wait...damnit
Rucky had woken himself up a full hour earlier than he had to, doing his daily exercises and getting out to the firing range as quickly as possible to ensure he'd have enough time to get in a few good practice shots before he had to go see the old Colonel. He'd received a summons to report for an assignment, something remote no doubt, as there was hazard pay included. Somewhere nice and wide as well, as (at least in Ricky's experience) you did not task a sniper with close combat unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that..." he mumbled to himself as he laced his well shined boots. The idea of being bludgeoned to death by some brute with a bat was somewhat unappealing to him. Quickly throwing on his desert camo shirt in a manner that would probably get a sharp yell from any officer he dashed out of his room and off towards the Colonels.
He was the third to arrive in the waiting room, behind one who he recognized as a lieutenant and another who appeared to be a civilian, and a pretty one at that. Ricky was staring at her out of the corner of his eye when he noticed he had missed a button on his shirt. Slightly perturbed by his proximity to a lieutenant, he did his best to look inconspicuous while redoing his shirt. Soon other arrived, and just as soon as he had finally finished with his clothes, another lieutenant called them in to the Colonel's room.
The Colonel's description of the assignment intrigued Ricky. He'd never been to Australia. It took him a few seconds to realize that the Colonel had in fact said Antarctica, and although it would probably be a lot colder, he'd never been there either.
The Colonel allowed for questions, and the lieutenant spoke before he had a chance, asking many of the questions he himself had been wondering. Having nothing left to ask, Ricky decided to would perhaps be best if he kept his silence, despite the urge to crack a joke about sightseeing on location. Ricky was content to listen for now, and small grin sneaked onto his face as he silently thought of going out on the assigned mission.
(OOC:...Not the best I've ever done.)
Posted on 2007-08-19 at 03:18:00.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Hehe...sniper
SWS and .45 cal for me chief...er...wait that's Van...er...Man-Thing!
Do we all get the armor? You say we get knives and grenades, but dont think you mentioned the armor.
Posted on 2007-08-18 at 02:07:30.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Oh come now
The Simpsons was witty.
Posted on 2007-08-18 at 02:04:33.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: I sent you the sheet.
I also realised I didnt save it. So if you could PM it to me it would be great. 
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 20:48:06.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: Almost done.
He'll be in soon!
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 19:33:57.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Die?!
Surely thou jest'st!? You wouldn't let anything happen to your possibly estranged son!
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 15:37:40.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: What?
Being a superhuman cyborg was an option!?
Why did no one tell me this!
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 15:19:31.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: WOOT
I cannot wait to shoot someone. HAPPY GO LUCKY BANANA!
I don't know what that means...
Penguins!@?
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 15:17:06.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Olan
Well in chat 3 of us suddenly got idles messages of around 70 in number, but it only kicked one of us. The rest of us stayed and the idle messages vanished. So...it sorta works better!
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 03:02:24.
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Topic: A song that I wrote
Subject: Ha!
I'm stealing these lyrics and making millions releasing my hit single! HA!
Its good. Keep it up!
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 02:48:23.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: fas
...and so it begins.
*clings to Olan's leg, a difficult feat as I'm quite sure Im much taller than you.*
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 02:39:38.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: New character
Ill have him up and going by fri. Fear not!
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 02:37:58.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Help
Simply go to the link that says Dragonchat and click on a room, or if none are there jsut press submit. You must be allowing popups from this site for this to work.
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 02:30:48.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: WOOOOOOOOO
GRUGG READ DIRECTIONS! GRUGG DONE GOOD!!!
...children...does this mean...
...DADDY!
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 17:30:29.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: I was debating it
But nope! Sniper for me! 
Why does everyone keep thinking all I do is smash things?
Oh...nvm I figured it out.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 16:47:25.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Character
Character submitted oh Olan-One.
Sounds like Hole in One...hmm...
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 16:40:19.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Man
Im psyched about this. Im actually hopping up and down.
I apparently want to shoot something very much.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 15:17:35.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Not only shooting them...
...but shooting them from where they cannot shoot me back! Clearly, this is manliest way to do this.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 00:48:33.
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