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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Using some stuff I already posted.

Wyatt tensed up a little as the young man rushed towards them, his eyes danced from the lad to the direction he came from, them over the surrounding cityscape. He was growing as twitchy as Sam in this town, but there was just too much weird going around for his taste, and things always came in threes.

Willow accepted a note from the young man and read the brief contents as the courier left. “Looks like I have an appointment in the morning, Captain-san. I presume it will take that long to find and load cargo for our departure?”

Sung opened his mouth to ask what the appointment entailed, but immediately closed it; he’d long ago learned not to ask Willow about her business so long as it didn’t endanger the crew, the ship, or herself.

“Yeah, Willow,” Wyatt turned back toward Rocinante and began to walk the two of them towards the ship once more. “We’ll be here a while it would seem.”

After a couple of seconds he asked Fenris a simple question: “You know who that water fountain was, an’ what business she might’ve had on my ship?”

(OOC: whatever the answer)

With a slight shake of his head, the captain continued on to Rocinante and proceeded inside. Once Rocinante was back in sight, Wyatt opened up.

“I’m supposin’ you been chewin’ on what Wolf said as much as I, Willow,” Sung maneuvered the doctor out of the way of an oblivious dockhand pushing a large load of crates towards a warehouse and redirected them towards the back hatch. “What’re the chances of that fellow she roped from Wolf’s accountin’ bein’ different than the one I ended on the comet? Ludlow ain’t exactly a common man name.”

Wyatt stopped at the back door, hand on the access panel. “Got a description of the Ludlow that Miss Brigit took down, Wolf?” Wyatt’s tone was all business now. He was putting together a conspiracy theory that topped them all. I’d thought that Ludlow was after the miner, but the Sam he was after could have been… The thought sent a shiver up his spine, but outwardly he was still calm in appearance.

Wyatt punched the access code in as the replies were given, the decompressing air sounding about them as the door swung open.

“Yes sir Cap’n I will try to draw something up for you once we get inside.” Fenris quickly stepped too, and was gone inside before Willow had finished speaking.

“A wise man once said that coincidences are connections that have not been discovered,” Willow responded. “Ludlow’s not exactly ‘Smith’ or ‘Chan’. Brigit’s here for a reason, too, and we should have no desire to get caught up in it. Let me see what I can find out about her,” Willow concluded, tapping her folded fan thoughtfully against her jaw. “Besides that, shouldn’t we look for some cargo to take offside? Deadheading – I believe the term is – can be costly, hmm?”

Wyatt grimaced. In all of the twists and turns he’d forgotten one of the most basic things about their existence. How the gorram hell had that happened!?

“Bless ya, Willow,” he said with a shake of his head. “You keep my feet firmly placed on Rocinante’s gangplank, and I thank you for it.

“While you look into Miss Brigit, I’ll double check the usual suspects and see what I can drum up. I swear, sometimes I think I’d be Tian Di Wu Yohn (completely useless) without you here to keep my hat on for me.” The captain offered up one of his rare smiles before turning and making his way into Rocinante’s belly. Breathing in the familiar odors of oil, metal, and machine dust, the captain made his way up the stairs to the front hall, intent on achieving the bridge where he could access the Feed necessary to track down some paying work. His mind was still on the situation he’d put Sam in, the fact that Ludlow appeared to have a brother in town, and that Willow had indicated she thought Brigit was certainly in place as more than the simple school marm—something he’d deduced the instant she’d become apparent as their benefactor, though he hadn’t considered to what extent until now.

Scratching the stubble already growing on his chin he proceeded on through his ship with his head lowered in thought. If Ludlow had been after Sam Dash and not Sam the Miner had he, Wyatt, just sent Sam off to a Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian of Ma Fuhn (Explosive diarrhea of an elephant of trouble)? Were they being played? They had, after all, ran into some serious Luck when that other Firefly had began leaking vitals just as the blockade began closin’ in.

(OOC: assuming he makes it to the bridge without interruption—if he doesn’t I’ll backpost.)

Making his way to the communications console, Wyatt dropped into the seat and pushed his hat back on his forehead. Firing up the computer he waited until he had access to the directories he needed, but just before settling in to do some digging and negotiating, he decided to take a slight detour. Wyatt Sung knew enough about computers to be dangerous…mostly to the systems. However, he could often find what he was looking for without too much help, and in this case, he wanted to see what kind of ships Brigit had access to, what this Ludlow fellow came in on, where he was staying, any additional information pertaining to the people in question; including everything possible on Brigit’s fiancé: how long he’d been gone, what was publicly known about him, what kind of vessels he had at his disposal, what kind of connection he had with the consortium, anything he could drum up. After he was satisfied that he could gather no more information on his own, he’ll turn his attention to picking up more cargo.

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:23:19.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Yup... orders to stay still and no touchy.

Olan, I realize I've just potentially slowed things down a bit, but I'm thinking that it doesn't make sense to have the fire team try anything without the Chief there to see what's going on, and right now, Monty is viewing the computer systems and security systems data a very important find.

I'd also still like to know if I can even view the data disks.

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:06:06.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Orders to remain.

”Lieutenant, it is Kane,” Monty looked up from the screen where he was attempting to gain access to the security disks. ”We have reached the main lab, and its status is as follows.”

Kernan glanced over at Blake as the Staff Sergeant relayed their findings, and the description of the room. Shaking his head he muttered under his breath, “Damn science fiction…”

“Kane,” Monty spoke into his radio. “Secure that position and wait for Blake and myself. Do not touch anything, and report immediately on anything out of the ordinary.”

“Blake, let’s get this data unlocked. C’mon now.”

There was still so much by way of the facility left to investigate, and it seemed that every room they entered just raised more questions. Monty was keen on getting the mission over with as quickly as possible, and the delays on the tech end did not please him. He didn’t blame the Chief, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t annoy him all the same. Turning back to the data disks, he once again tried to gain access to their contents.

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:03:26.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Moving on...

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:13pm

Scribe peered about the table as Croaker finished outlining the plan. He was interested to see how Spiff handled the instruction seeing as how the man didn’t appear to be a team player, and when the fixer sat back and didn’t respond, DigitalScribe shook his head in resignation.

“Looks like we’re all on board, Croaker,” he said, spreading his hands to encompass the whole of the table, his voice still low. “So, let’s be about it. What do you say we check in via phone at eight tonight? That will give each of us an opportunity to at least make headway on our assignments.”

That said, the media stood and swept his hand through his handsome hair. “See you all on the flip side. Guardian?”

Turning away from the others, Scribe quickly scanned the room to once again check against possible eavesdroppers, and then proceeded out the front door into the rain, pressing his Cab Hailer to bring about a ride.

“I’ll go with you, Croaker,” Firewind said. “Where you’re going, you may need some medical attention.”

“Not if I can help it,” Bull’s Eye growled as he too rose from his seat. “C’mon, Croaker. We’ve got to find ourselves a ride.”

As Bull’s Eye left his seat, Lightning also stood, looking down at MDK with raised eyebrows. “Coming?”

The group, consisting of nomads, assassins, techs, and a bounty hunter all made their way out of the club and into the rain as well where a little ways down the street, being drenched, DigitalScribe and Guardian stood waiting for their cab.

Back within the club, Preacher rose from his seat in a very quick, fluid movement that belied his injuries. Just as quickly, his Ameritech Magnum was torn from his rib holster and leveled at a man wearing a black suit with white synth-snakeskin boots who had started on his way over.

“That’s close enough partner,” the solo drawled, his trench coat flowing about his body in recess from the speedy action.

“Who the frack are you?” the man said with an obvious flare of anger. “Who the hell is he, Spiff?”

Preacher kept the weapon leveled, but asked a simple question by way of response. “You know him, Spiff?”

“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might,” the man in the black suit puffed up his chest and stared down his nose at the urban cowboy. “I’m Spiff’s might, son. I’m Reverend.”

“Ecclesiastes,” the solo responded dryly, still with the weapon leveled. “Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counselors there is safety. I’m Preacher, and for the moment, I’m Spiff’s might…son.”

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

The Red Cab swerved sharply from the road to the curbside, washing water up onto the cement in front of DigitalScribe and Guardian. It was a sedan, with the usual white and black checker stripe wrapping around the whole of the body. Stepping forward, the media opened the door and slid inside, running his hand through his wet hair and then down his face as he slid over, making room for his bodyguard. Once Guardian was inside, he tapped the bulletproof plasglass separator indicating that the black woman behind the wheel could start driving.

“I need someplace safe and quiet, Guardian. Your choice.”

“Where too?” asked the driver.

Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

“We need a parking garage, or someplace dark an’ out of the way if we’re to get a vehicle, Croaker.” Bull’s Eye stood against the onslaught of the storm as though it didn’t rage about him, solid, determined, and looking every bit the hardened criminal. “Hey, you. Lightnin’ was it? You got any tools that can hijack us a car, or truck?”

“Huh?” Lightning turned to look at the shorter man with raised eyebrows. “Oh, sure. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“All right, then,” Bull’s Eye looked back at Croaker. “Well? You’re the councilman. Where to?”

Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 19:41:17.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Raw

Char's momentum was only momentarily slowed at the arrival of the Thri-kreen. Kicking off of the rubble, the ranger let drove his muscles to their limit gathering speed. He was intent on reaching Adrien, and nothing--not a group of ferocious, intelligent insects--nothing was going to stop him.

Normally fairly calm and collected, Char was feeling his blood boil at situation they found themselves in. He wasn't as attached to Alloryn as Adrien, and he had no idea what had actually occurred in the tower other than they were dealing with a whole lot of magic. What he did know was that his friend was in trouble, and now there were, in his estimation, small hills he had to traverse in order to reach the mountain.

Reaching the Thri-kreen, the ranger feinted left, jogging onto his left foot as though he was going to try and snake past the creature's right side, then with a spring in his step like a mountain cat, Char jogged right. Leaping from the ball of his right foot, Char dove left once more, into a roll with the intention of dodging past the creatures and gaining the open ground to reach Adrien. Within the space of passing the first of the enemy while diving and rolling, Char's deadly Kukri blade lashes out at the back of the Thri-Kreen's knee--he could at least attempt to injure the enemy he passed.

(OOC: As before, Char's intent is to reach Adrien. If you are taking us to that point, Char will attempt the options I outlined earlier: Assuming Char will come into view of the green-armed captain…

Taking purchase upon the ground once more, Char’s brow furrowed once more at the sight of Arien in single combat with a man bearing a demonic green arm. The Thedell shield was shattered, and Arien seemed to be taking the worst of it. Slipping his swords from their sheathes once more, Char snarled like a wolf about to take down its prey, his muscular legs carrying him quickly into battle.

If ol’ Greenarm doesn’t notice him, Char will sweep past, cutting the man as deep as he can with both blades, avoiding armor as he can. If Greenarm notices him, Char’ will attempt a bull rush maneuver, dropping his shoulder to knock the man to the ground, all the while prepared to defend as appropriate any sword strokes. If none of this is wise, or possible, he’ll move to flank the man with Arien and engage in a sword fight…woot!)

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 18:44:27.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Live or die...

I'll be putting in for Roger's next game as well, and I don't even like D&D anymore!

Posted on 2008-05-17 at 18:20:12.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Just like I did in the Starship Trooper game...

I just dropped a big ol' can of Raid on the scene. Took care of the whole problem. Except the Partial-Hulk dude--I talked with the gods, Olan, and they said they could get me outta this one, but you're "fooked". Sorry, man.

Posted on 2008-05-16 at 06:13:29.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Why?

Some of Kel's medals pertain to action against he Romulans. Who's to say an "accident" involving a "wild animal" attack doesn't happen while they're on board? The official report could read:

Not since the Tribble has there been such a devastating attack by natural beast aboard a starship until now...

Posted on 2008-05-15 at 04:15:55.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Not you.

You guys are posting. I mean my other officers.

Posted on 2008-05-10 at 04:05:46.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: OK

Scribe sighed heavily enough that all at the table could hear. He and Jaimy had never really gotten along, hee never seen her as more than a cool ride for Croaker until last night. She was a steady income, a nice piece of eyecandy, and a roof over the nomad's head while he decided how to pick up the pieces. At least that was how Frankie had seen her. Now, he had to admit, she was right about at least one thing, and Croaker's sensible paranoia or not, they were burning daylight. Megacorps had the funding, manpower, and computing power to track just about anybody given enough time.

"to be more exact," the media added in a tired tone. "Someone Jack feels..." Scribe looked around at the other patrons to see if Peacekeeper's antics had drawn any unwanted attention. With the tech that was available on the street it wasn't uncommon for wait staff to augment their hearing with enhanced audio receptors and recording devices to supplement their income. Frankie had gotten more than one lead through that avenue. Dropping his voice, he continued. "Is currently very well employed tried to burn him, and as a by-product: us. In the unveiling of this act we discovered our "get out of jail free" card. Problem is, it is tied up in this facility you're now privy to."

"How does this help us sting a corpse?" Lightning asked, again snapping out of his reverie to join the conversation.

"The magnitude of what's locked up in that research facility could cost a megacorp a lot of money if the R&D is lost." this time Firewind was the one to insert his two bits.

"More than just that," Scribe added. "The Joe that burned us will likely wind up a corpse if this leaks. I'm willing to bet he's locking down tight.

"Now, pleasantries aside, and as much as I hate to admit it, Peacekeeper is right. Time is wasting. What's the plan?"

Posted on 2008-05-09 at 04:48:29.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I need a couple of those.

We pass between twenty and sixty sites through our ringer a day. I've been trying to get true project managers in place for a couple of years now. Almost had it, but the position was severly altered upon launch. Very lucrative role down here in The States. Just about every major company is realizing they can't operate successfully without one.

Posted on 2008-05-08 at 03:41:31.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: I am about to...

Court martial a few officers aboard the Charon if they don't make their report schedule...bad officers. Too busy to acknowledge commands from their captain.

Posted on 2008-05-06 at 06:31:34.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Don't wait on Freeway...

We know where we're introducing him, so don't wait on him, we'll work him in.

Posted on 2008-05-05 at 05:05:18.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Orders.

Investigating the disk titles, Kernan wasn’t surprised to see the simple labels depicting time and date ranges (OOC: I’m assuming…). They were organized fairly well, with the most recent on the right, and the lieutenant was considering trying one when Blake approached him.

“Bad news, boss,” she reported,” It’s not going to be the easy way. The system’s got more black ice around it than any government or multinational data centre, and all I’ve got is an itty bitty ice pick. I can prolly get in, but it’s going to take a heck of a long time. Question is, do you want me to continue with a recon of the base, or do I get comfy here with as many coffee and Cheetoh rations as I can scrounge?”

This resulted in a frown from Lt. Kernan as he considered the lack of breaks they’ve been getting. Time was of the essence.

“All right,” he nodded slowly as he considered the options. “Orders were to collect all that we could on Project Twilight Seed, and I don’t see how we can do that unless we have access to the computer drives. What’s the possibility of pulling the drive from the box?”

(OOC: I’m assuming Blake’s response is in line with Olan’s directive that the security would activate should someone try and rip the drive.)

“OK, so that means we pretty much gotta get to the files.” Monty’s eyes automatically drifted to the door he’d come through while he considered what leaving Blake in that room might mean. Two of his men were already sequestered away in the observatory with two addle-brained G.I.s. In the current situation he wasn’t too keen on splitting the group up any further, but he needed to know the entire lay of the land and they had reconnaissance on less than thirty percent of the facility. Taking a deep breath he came to the conclusion.

“Staff Sergeant,” he called over to Kane. “Take Lee, Joannsen, and Pearson and clear this level, starting down the hall at the main lab. Keep in constant radio contact, and be aware that I’m blocking the door to the main foyer, so the only access you’ll have back to this room is through that hall door.

“Blake and I are staying put to try and get computer access, and review these security disks. Move out.

“Blake, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you, Chief. Have at it.”

Once the team is on the move Kernan will see what furniture he can move in front of the door leading to the foyer that will effectively keep it from opening. Then, with one entrance available to the room, he’ll find the equipment to try some of the data disks on, and start trying to review the most recent dates while keeping a close eye on the door, weapon at ready.

Posted on 2008-05-05 at 05:02:03.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I'm going to add another player to the game.

Freeway is joining the game. I recently ended this very same game on another site (I just couldn't support both, and you all know how attached to the Inn I am, so the other site went away). Freeway was playing in the game on the other site, and is a friend of mine from some of the gaming conventions I've been to. I'll work up an introduction post for him when we're ready to bring him in, but I wanted to introduce you to him first.

Welcome, Freeway.

Posted on 2008-05-04 at 05:41:19.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wouldn't have it any other way.

Ol' Dash just wouldn't be Dash without his quaint way.

Posted on 2008-05-03 at 01:15:20.

Topic: These are 2,2 cool!
Subject: Ingenious.

Takes some talent, I tell you what.

Posted on 2008-05-03 at 01:13:18.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Seven Hail Marys and...Sam did wha!?

*Averts gaze*

It is all a bad dream, all a bad dream. You'll wake up and that bandana comment will have never existed...

*Frantically scrapes at tongue with fingernails.*

Bad taste in mouth. Must get taste out of mouth.

*bangs head against bulkhead repeatedly.*

Awck! Now I've got the mental imagery going.


Have mercy.

Posted on 2008-05-02 at 05:33:46.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Seven Hail Marys and...Sam did wha!?

*Averts gaze*

It is all a bad dream, all a bad dream. You'll wake up and that bandana comment will have never existed...

*Frantically scrapes at tongue with fingernails.*

Bad taste in mouth. Must get taste out of mouth.

*bangs head against bulkhead repeatedly.*

Awck! Now I've got the mental imagery going.


Have mercy.

Posted on 2008-05-02 at 05:30:57.

Topic: 4th edition FR Information (not for the feint hearted)
Subject: Get out!

Get out while you still what I did and turn to FUZION, bastardize that rule set by combining it with some decent aspects of 3.5 and completely ignore WoTC for all of their stupidity.

I'm happily playing away mostly oblivious to the disaster that D&D/FR has become.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 06:10:59.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Well,

I managed.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:49:36.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I need...

A post for Charlie detailing what the situation looks like for them before Monty can make any decisions.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:49:03.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nothin' but trouble.

Poor Sam.

See Sam croon.
See Sam swoon.
See Sam walk the town.
See Sam get gunned down...

I mean: we'll come a-runnin' should there be a need fer it.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:47:46.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A plan maybe?

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:12pm

“What you say MDK is on target, we do need as much info as possible on the Target as I asked earlier, especially the security. But in that we may have a problem as Preacher has said their sec plans are most likely in a datafortress and Preacher is the only Netrunner we have available. But like he said its a tough run and he may not be up to it after being so long away.”

DigitalScribe raised his eyebrows and slowly ran a hand through his TechHair as his eyes drifted towards the cowboy Croaker had just insulted. In his head images of a Western duel came to mind, and Scribe wondered at the bravery--Bravery has no place where it can avail nothing, the statement made by Samuel Johnson back in the 18th Century came to mind as the media considered just how brave his friend was acting considering the training and standing that the solo had. He’ll only be able to alienate so many people before he winds up with a bullet in the back of the head during a shootout, Frankie thought grimly.

Preacher, for his part, broke his grim expression with a sudden grin followed up by a derisive chuckle.

“Ya know,” he began after a second or two of mirth. “Back in the Day there was this here gamin’ system. Nothin’ like the VR and holo programming we have nowadays, but suh-weeeeet nonetheless. Game paddles, played right on the tellie, the works. I was so damn hot for that thing—I played it hours on end. Near lost my sight staring at that screen so long. Worked that paddle for years without change, an’ then one day I found I had to grow up, get some work, and get serious about life. Well, I went back to it a couple years back for nostalgia purposes an’ all those memories of how good I was just melted away as I was beat on these little, ol’ console games by a non-AI controlled computer over an’ over again. Guess it ain’t just like ridin’ a bike, ya know.”

The cowboy’s grin faded away as he turned his gaze to meet Croaker’s with eyes that could bore right through one’s head as fast as a .44 round. “It’d be jus’ like that should I try t’ take on the Net, Choomba. It’d make short work o’ me an’ then you’d be down another gun. That was providin’ I was willin’ to break the oath I made to people I cared about a whole helluvah lot more than you in order t’ attempt it.”

Preacher shifted in his chair a bit and settled back against the rest, taking his hat in hand by the crown and tipping it forward and to the side just a bit so he effectively blocked Croaker from view. He was finished, and his attention had once more turned to keeping Spiff’s best interests in mind.

“Well,” Bull’s Eye offered from his position next to Croaker. “I’m bettin’ that our best course lies in getting some visual intel. Now I’m not a member of no family council, but should my vote count: that’s what I vote for. Get a couple of us who are decent at that kind of work close enough that the hike wouldn’t be too terrible, and see what we see.”

“I don’t see any other way around this,” Firewind agreed, though his head was lowered and his eyes were on the table. “We either go in blind, or do what MDK has suggested.”

It was at that point that Lightning seemed to perk up. “Um…sorry, I was checking out the camera system. One of you said something about a piece of hardware that could jam radar? Sure, I could make something like that…if I had a couple thousand Euro in parts and a few days time.

“If we’re talking a Megacorp facility here you’re likely going to have to deal with high tech security measures: drones, bots, radar, electronic card locks, cameras—infrared, lowlite, and maybe even thermograph—not to mention the likelihood of cyberpets on the m-sec force.

“This should be a blast…” the tech’s smile was genuine as his eyes caught sight of another piece of particularly interesting technology and his attention faded.

“Beautiful,” Bull’s Eye growled while staring ruefully at the techie. “Who’s bright idea was it to bring Killjoy along?”

“If what he says is true, we’ll be needing him before long,” Keahi observed while thoughtfully staring down the table at his counterpart.

“All right,” Frankie sighed as he too settled back in his chair. “I vote we take the action laid out by Guardian and MDK as well—of course, I’d just make a helluvah lot of noise, so I’m out of the recon end of things.”

“Me too,” Firewind added quickly.

“Not so good at it myself,” Lightning offered up in a distant voice, surprising Scribe as he’d thought the man had pretty much checked out.

“Well, I’m no pathfinder, but I can at least be the wheelman provided we procure ourselves a vehicle,” Bull’s Eye offered.

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:13pm

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:45:06.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I was going to post...

I was going to post today, but spent the day instead gaming with my two eldest children. So, it looks like I'll try and fit that in this upcoming week some time.

Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:13:08.


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