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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I was...
...just tryin' to spare your hip, Padre. 
Actually, I was just thinking that Alaster, Amber, and Murph would be the "speedier" members of the party, atm, and so, figured that they'd be the ones going in whilst Rev Artillery stood watch with Maria... *shrugs* ... I'm flexible either way, though... Heck, if you wanna just let Murph and Alaster go and everyone else huddles around Mac, that's fine, too... Murph can leave the SLP with Amber or whatever to give additional firepower to that group, for that matter...
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 18:29:40.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I nominate....
...Father Ted to stand guard duty. He's like old steadfast and rickety reliable and stuff...
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 17:53:24.
Edited on 2010-09-20 at 17:56:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL
Okay... Lovebots only, then...
Poor Sam... from now on all he's gonna hear is "Save yer breath, fly boy... yer gonna need it to blow up yer date!"
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 17:51:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Modifying a d10...
...to show only sixes and zeroes, now. 
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 17:31:46.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #57: Mano a Mano
Subject: ...
Philistines!
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 17:09:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oooh...
...jumped by wandering, scantily clad nurses in leather bustiers you say?
Coooooooool! I love this game!!!
In the middle of the meeting it is, then...
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 16:48:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Is it...
...safe to assume that Sam makes it back to Rocinante with no problems and, if so, would he arrive while the crew meeting was in progress or afterwards?
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 16:37:16.
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Topic: The Guard
Subject: Backpost
In the Barracks
“Well, Issant,” Veses chided, “I dare say the stags I have hunted never tried to fire arrows back at me, nor did the boars wear armor that turned aside spear thrusts. As for sword play, I fear our kitchen duels with spoons is a far cry from meeting an armed brigand.”
Issant grinned (mayhap a bit uneasily) when his cousin poked him in the ribs with a finger sword for emphasis. “Perhaps not,” he agreed, “but, when hunting, you have had to be mindful of other hunter’s arrows, Veses. Certainly combat will be a different thing, even than that, but shouldn’t the principles be the same?”
“I hope we are not the only guards on the caravan,” Veses continued, “Do you think the veterans will be helpful?”
“I’m sure we won’t be, cousin. I don’t think they’d be foolish enough to entrust the safety of a caravan to a handful of new recruits. As to the helpfulness of the veterans; I suppose that depends on us and Lady Luck doesn’t it? If we mind what they say and what they do, I’m sure we’ll learn quickly enough whether we are offered their assistance or not, eh?”
“At least we get to travel,” shrugged Veses, “Think of all the new places we could visit and all the people we will meet. Perhaps when we return we can tell stories at the tavern and impress the ladies.”
Whether he had intended it to do so or not, Veses’ last comment had both stung and irritated Issant and, as a result, the assured grin that had danced on his lips up to this point melted into somewhat put off scowl. “Yes, cousin,” Issant grumbled as he moved towards one of the meager cots and sat himself on its edge, “because telling stories and impressing the ladies is exactly why we’re doing this to begin with, isn’t it?”
He sighed softly, letting his mildly disheartened gaze drift from Veses to Laise and to Liones before it fixed on to an empty spot between the toes of his boots. The devastation that they had returned to when they had returned to Pelan from their supply run, the fear and horror of what had happened as related by Laise when they found her, and having to bury kinsfolk and friends and loved ones alike… The cottage I was building for Canlant and myself when we wed… My sweet, Canlant… all of these things ran through his mind and, much like the day it all happened, hit him in the heart and the gut and the mind all at once.
“We should get some sleep,” he murmured after a moment, not daring to look up at any of them just now, “I imagine we’ll be in for a long and early day come the morrow…”
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 15:44:51.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #57: Mano a Mano
Subject: One thing that stood out to me in this strip...
...No mustard!
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 15:06:02.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #57: Mano a Mano
Subject: I will vote...
And I'll also comment... cuz I can do that, now.
Loved this one... a little less talk and a lot more action, you know? I love the storytelling and the "typical walls o' text," of course, but every now and again, something like this to break things up is fantastic... Why say what doesn't need to be said right?
Good job, as always!
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 14:55:10.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hmmm...
...I guess we didn't really discuss what we'd do with Mac while we were shopping, did we?
I guess it would make sense for Emily to stay with Mac near the front of the store - if we're doing the grab and dash bit, she probably wouldn't hold up to sprinting through the aisles and stuffing food in a pack given her medical condition and it'd be a lot easier for those of us designated as "aisle runners" to get in, get loaded, and get out if we didn't have to push a wheelbarrow with a Mac in it, too...
So, Mac and Emily (and maybe someone else standing guard) at the front of the store, everybody else with packs and purses and stuff at the ready, running the aisles and grabbing grub? Consensus?
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 14:51:13.
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Topic: Submitting New Avatars
Subject: ~He's a Pepper, She's a Pepper, They're a Pepper...
...We're a Pepper! Wouldn'cha like to be a Pepper, too?~
Hey, Doc! Welcome to the Inn, first of all...
Secondly, there's not a "set schedule" so to speak as to how long it takes for a submitted avatar to get approved... It's kind of a manual review and approve process so, basically, when our admins get a minute from their busy lives and have the chance to run through and approve the new submissions is about the best I can give you... All things considered, though... it doesn't take too long... a few days at the top end, I'd guess.
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 14:40:35.
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Topic: im new
Subject: Caleb!!!
I kinda wondered if that might not be you when I first saw the username... Welcome aboard!!!
You need one of these, of course...
...And the +1 that goes with it.
I'm fresh out of towels but it seems some of the other Innmates have taken to carrying a good supply. Some one will be by to give you one before long, I'm sure.
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 11:37:41.
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Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: I've seen her on...
...but haven't actually conversed with her recently.
Also... I've posted... and it's not even tomorrow.
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 01:53:55.
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Topic: The Guard
Subject: Issant the Ever-Assured
Iothora 1st, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 15th hour, in the Yards
Issant had felt the derisive and dismissive looks that had been cast upon them as they stood in the line… the already trained and equipped, those whose faces and forms had already been seasoned by combat as opposed to hunting and farming, looked upon him, his brother, and his cousins as nothing more than dumb farmers… but he cared little for what the sneers and leers insinuated nor the folks who insinuated it to begin with. This - standing in this line of applicants hoping to join the rank and file of the Sky Palace Coster’s guard – was the only way any of the four of them would find the justice that they sought… the only way they would get any sort of retribution for what had been done to their home and their family and, by Shinara’s sparkling eyes, that was exactly what Issant Bramerrecan would see come of this enlistment and D’hurgen take them that thought otherwise…
Self-assurance that they would all be accepted into the guard and soul-steeling determination aside, though, Issant couldn’t help but be a little bit surprised that Omain had signed them all so readily… and send them out on the very next caravan, no less…Trial by fire, as Father might have said, the dark-haired youth mused as he followed along behind the Corporal who had been assigned to escort them to quarters, or ‘on the job training’ as Mother might have said to make it less intimidating…
“So,” Corporal Melis asked incredulously as he marched them toward the barracks, “none of you ever lifted a sword before?”
“Not and stuck it into another man, no,” Issant answered quickly, “but that shouldn’t be taken to mean that we cannot fight, Corporal, nor that we’re liable to break and run at the first sign of trouble, either…” He realized, then, that his hand had come to rest on the ogre-bone hilt of the knife his father had given him and, before the Corporal could realize it, too, and take offense, he forced his hand away.
“They sure seem to be scrapping the bottom of the barrel lately,” Melis half-murmured, then.
“Far from the bottom, if I might say so, sir,” Issant retorted even though he knew the man had been commenting more to himself than any other, “the bottom, sir, would be the bandits that we’ve been hired to defend against… if you don’t mind me saying so… sir…”
((Any interaction as you see fit…))
“Find you a spot here somewhere to sleep for the night” the Corporal said with and almost apathetic gesture to the array of bunks as they came into the barracks, “I will come and collect you in the morning at daybreak to get you equipped…. You can find food at the cook … down at the end of the barracks just outside.”
Issant’s gaze swept the place quickly before returning to the Corporal to offer a nod of acknowledgement. “Thank you, Corporal.” He thought that would be the last they saw of Corporal Melis for the night, as the man had turned and started to walk away but, before the man made his exit, he turned and eyed Laise appraisingly… Not like most men I have noticed doing, though…
“If I was you,” Melis said quietly after a moment, “I would stay close to her tonight… and watch her.”
Issant, after glancing at his cousin, nodded and replied in equal measure; “Don’t let her appearance fool you, sir. She is as strong of heart and body as she is beautiful. I’d match her fighting skills against any of these soft handed city boys even when Shinara’s luck refused to shine.” He knew, of course, that between Liones, Veses, and himself, though, that Laise would never have to prove that fact.
"Well I don't think we made any new friends with those two,” Veses smirked after the Corporal left, “Is anyone else a bit nervous about being given an assignment that starts right after gear issue? I figured they would at least give us some training.”
“We’ll likely not be the only guards on the caravan, cousin,” Issant grinned confidently, “Trial by fire, as Father might’ve said…” he turned eyes on his younger brother, then… “or on the job training as our dear Mother may have put it, eh, Liones?
They’re expecting us to learn as we go, I imagine. Watch the veterans and learn from their example, eh? Besides, how difficult can it truly be? Shooting a bandit with an arrow isn’t much different then felling a stag on the hunt, is it? And what’s to learn of swords but a bit of finesse? You hold the thing by it’s handle and jab the pointy end into the other man, right?” Issant laughed as he imitated a sword thrust with his knife. “It cannot be that hard…”
((Any conversation, etc… elsewise, assuming a relatively unmolested evening… ))
Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Daybreak, Converted Warehouse ‘Barracks’
“ALRIGHT! SNAP TO IT!”
Issant was already awake and was in the process of dressing when Corporal Melis’ voice boomed through the barracks. He quickly shrugged into his deep scarlet shirt and tugged his boots on as Melis stalked through the room and continued his instruction…
“Follow me… I will get you miserable excuses for recruits properly outfitted and hopefully better equipped… if you’re lucky you might live past the day.”
Issant was still securing his belt and making sure that his knife was handy as he hustled into line along with his kinsmen and followed the Corporal to the armory. Once there, he fell into the lines that everyone seemed to be instinctually drawn into and waited for the line to move as Melis addressed the armorers…
“They are to have leathers, swords, daggers, bows, arrows, helmets, and shields… whatever weapons they feel comfortable in using” he instructed the men, “Hopefully they won’t hurt themselves much.”
“Can any of you use a bow? A sword? Anything?”
“Yes sir,” Issant answered enthusiastically… and not altogether untruthfully. He’d used a bow in hunting, of course, and a dagger wasn’t that much different than a knife, and of course he’d used a sword before ¬– the Corporal needn’t know that it had been a wooden sword in those moments between chores and girls when he and his brother played soldier… and spears? Hogs were hunted with spears, weren’t they? He’d hunted before. Why not a spear?... – “Yes sir,” Issant repeated, “were no career soldiers, sir, and we’ve never carried our own swords, but we’re not incapable nor are we completely ignorant… sir…”
((Okay… there’s a start… I’ll leave it there for now and see what come next… backposts and edits as necessary, of course…))
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 01:47:17.
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Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Sorry...
...had intended to post last night but got wrapped up in yard work and such until late last night. Clacking away at Issant's first post, now, and will have it tacked on NLT tomorrow morning. 
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 23:21:26.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...
...a pickled newt.
I feed it teenage angst and a W-2 form.
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 22:57:26.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Oops!!!
Well yer not s'posed to put 'em in yer eye!!! Yer s'posed ta lick 'em... They taste like pixies!!!
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 22:01:31.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: More with the shepherd and the sheepdog
The mechanic shouldered his shotgun and extended a hand when the Reverend was close enough to accept it. “Tom Murphy,” he said by way of introduction. Even as the Reverend reached to accept the proffered hand, Murph continued… “Amber,” he said, tipping his head back to indicate the dark haired woman who stood behind him, “The kid’s name is Alaster, the Doc’s Emily, and the Doc’s patient is called Mac.
I appreciate the assist, Father,” Murph offered a somewhat grim smile as he shook the older man’s hand, “Figure we’d have been toast if you hadn’t shown up.”
Teddy clasped the man's hand in his own. It had been a while since he had seen another human, let alone shaken their hand. It was good to feel that warmth again.
"Father Theodore Gregory, though I trust a man with a good catholic name like that is already familiar with my work." He said, a small grin cutting across his bearded face. "And it was merely God's will I arrived when I did, your thanks is unnecessary."
Theodore Gregory? Murph’s brow furrowed for an instant as his mind connected the familiarity of the face with the name the stout, white-haired man had just offered, Father Ted? No s#!^!
“Right,” Murph nodded, offering an almost familiar smile, “Father Ted… the preacher from TV… I thought I recognized you…”
Murph let go of the televangelist’s hand then and cast a quick glance over his shoulder as he heard Amber and Emily prepping to take care of Mac’s wound, then, just as quickly, returned his attentions to the Father after a brief scan of the street beyond the broken window.
“Sorry to say, Father,” Murph shrugged, “Despite the catholic name and upbringin’, I ain’t much the devout parishioner… Hell, I ain’t been to church in probably five years or better… Seen ya on cable in the middle of the night more than once, though…”
Ted paused a moment before continuing, "Now tell me son, just how were you planning on saving these poor unfortunate souls?"
Murph flicked another glance over his shoulder then, the faint smile all but disappearing from his features, and studied the others for a long moment… How was I planning on saving them?.. How was I planning on saving them?... The mechanic’s brow furrowed a bit and his mouth twisted into a contemplative scowl as he turned the question (in all the ways it could be asked) over in his mind… See what happens when you volunteer for s#!^? You volunteer and, then, all the sudden, the s#!^ you volunteered for is your job… So, Sarge… how are you planning on saving these poor, unfortunate souls? You even have a plan? I mean, you’ve done great so far, right? Only about three hours out of the basement and you’ve got one worse than dead, another with a friggin’ axe wound to the chest, and you’re running through ammo and options…
The mechanic sighed, then, and rubbed at the back of his neck as if to ease a knot of tension that had tied itself there; “To be honest, Father… I ain’t entirely sure.” He forced himself to meet the reverend’s eyes again, abandoning his contemplation of the others. “We’ve only been outside for a couple of hours,” he started to explain, “and were gonna see if we couldn’t hole up at Wrigley and come up with a better plan from there. Thing is, the Doc, there’s got pneumonia, so before we could think about digging in, we had to do somethin’ about getting’ her medicated… The Save Right next door was the closest place to do that, so…” the mechanic shrugged, foregoing the play-by-play, “… here we are.
Things didn’t quite work out the way I was hopin’, as I’m sure you can see and, given the way things are now, I’m kind of leanin’ towards makin’ for the harbor, now, instead of the stadium. The way I figure it, we’re gonna get our man stitched up, make a run for some provisions,” he nodded towards the grocery store, “and then haul our a**es down to Belmont. I’m hopin’ that there’s still a decent sized boat or two, there… Figured I’d put ‘em all on board, set out to open water, and, at least keep the lake between us and those things until we could figure somethin’ better…”
The preacher man didn’t say anything in the pause that followed Murph’s summary; he just stood there, nodding his head and grinning that little grin as if he was expecting the mechanic to say more… like he somehow knew that Murph had plans beyond what he had just spoken out loud and was waiting for the mechanic to divulge the rest before he said anything. A look of uncertainty (or was it secrecy… guilt?) flashed over Murph’s features and he glanced back at the others again, his gaze fixing on Amber as she cradled Mac to hold him still while Emily worked away with the needle…
You gonna tell him about that plan, Sarge? Tell him what you’re thinkin’ about doin’ once you’ve got them all safely hunkered down on that boat you’re dreamin’ of? Tell him what kind of suicide you’ve got in mind so you can try to save her soul or sanity or whatever?
…There was an almost imperceptible shake of his head, then, and a wistful smile that played on his lips as he forced his eyes away from Amber and back to Father Ted… No, he wasn’t going to tell anyone about that plan. Not just yet, anyway…
“Just workin’ on a wing and a prayer, right now, Father,” Murph shrugged again, hoping that the older man wouldn’t read anything more into it, and trying to turn the subject away from his plans. “How about you? What kind of plans do you have?”
Ted nodded slowly as Tom talked, not pushing him despite the obvious hesitation to reveal more. This was no time to take confession.
"My plan? My son my plan is God's plan. I have remained in the city seeking his goals for me, and he has led me to you in your time of need. When one gets to be my age, they stop doubting what is surely providence..." Ted trailed off a moment, thinking of the others he had tried to save. He had mistaken God's signs and led them to death. He would not move now if he was not absolutely certain it was God's will.
"A boat would perhaps be a wise idea, as I doubt these demons possess the faculties to pursue us across the water..." He grinned toward Murph, a twinkle in his eye, "...and this would not be the first time God has led man to escape a scourge by boat now would it?"
Ted shouldered his rifle and turned to the rest of the group as they gathered themselves up. Though he'd only just met them, Ted was reassured these people were the reason he had been in this city this day. What happened next was up to God.
Murph couldn’t help but offer Ted a grin in return; “No sir, I don’t suppose it would.” The mechanic’s head swiveled around to check on the progress Em and Amber had made, again, and estimated that they were probably close to getting Mac finished up. “Not sure we’ll find a boat big enough for the whole two-by-two thing, though,” he said, then, his gaze flicking to Ted before skimming the store to locate a wheelbarrow, “I’ll count us lucky if we find one that’ll sleep the bunch of us comfortably. Excuse me, Father.”
((OOC: The last bit of Amber’s last post fits in here… Murph’s fetched the wheelbarrow and come back to where the others are, other actions as posted by Meri and… picking up here )
“…And I wanted you to know that if he tries… if he tries he’ll be eating my fist.”
Murph arched a brow at that and the corners of his mouth hitched up into a small grin… Had someone get over-preachy with you before, huh, baby?… Something else from her past that he hadn’t had time to learn or figure out about her back in the real world, he figured... Hope I get to learn about it, sometime… He glanced over at where Father Ted stood, then back at Amber and offered a faint nod. “I think, right now, he’s probably more concerned that we live as opposed to how we go about doin’ it, Amber,” he said softly, “but I’ll keep that in mind and see what I can do about keepin’ things from gettin’ there, alright?”
Good to see some fire in your eyes again, he thought as he reached out a hand to touch her cheek, even if it is from bein’ pissed. You keep that fire, baby, and you keep livin’.
“You just stick close,” he said with a wink and a reassuring grin, “and we’ll get through all of this… Chuck E. Cheese, remember?”
He let his hand fall away, then, and turned to where the others had situated themselves around the wheelbarrow that was serving as Mac’s stretcher… “We ready, people,” he asked, nodding when the responses were all affirmative. Murph’s gaze panned toward the grocery store across the street, then, and he drew in a deep breath… “All right, then,” he said, slinging the SLP in order to free his hands as he moved towards a corpse that would block the wheelbarrow from reaching the door, “let’s move out…”
He reached down, trying not to look into the zombie’s face as he grabbed a hold of the blood and gore spattered sweater it wore because he knew it wouldn’t look like a zombie anymore… He couldn’t help but look, though… and couldn’t help but think of Jake, either, as he dragged the body aside… About the same age, I guess, this one and Jake… poor kid looks tired… Jesus… what’s goin’ on here? What the hell’s doin’ this to people?!… It took him a second to let go of the kid’s face, even after Murph let loose of the body, and when he did, his jaw clenched… Gotta get outta here… take that boat, point it north, and find us someplace in Canada where there ain’t no people for this to have happened to… His gaze swung back to the others then and he nodded for them to proceed. He moved to get the door open and hold it until the wheelbarrow was through and, as he watched the, file out of the hardware store and into the street, his eyes met Amber’s again… get Josh and just get outta here…
~*~*~*~*~*~
Outside of Treasure Island Foods, the party came to a halt and spurious glances were cast about at the sight and smell of the darkened store’s interior… it looked and smelled like hell or worse and every one of them was hoping that the stench was just from rotting food. Hunger had a way of boosting optimism like that, Murph supposed, because, despite the way the place looked and smelled and the things other than food that he knew could very well be waiting in there to greet them, he was more than ready to go in there and raid the shelves in order to fill the hole in his belly…
“Okay,” Murph almost whispered as he tore his eyes away from the murky aisles beyond the broken windows, “we make this quick… We go in, grab enough to get us through a few days or so, and get out… breathe through your mouths not your noses and the smell shouldn’t hit you too bad… keep it light, portable, and non-perishable…”
((OOC: Okay… Grugg and Eöl collab at the beginning… wrapping this post up there and figuring that we’re proceeding per the QA discussion re: raiding the store… if we need more info/coordination on that, let me know…))
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 21:59:51.
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Topic: Assassin Campaign (redux) Q&A
Subject: Thanks, Reep!
Whisper's not "out," of course... just his "personality" showing through in his reaction, there... Once he gets past the "that man has got to be insane" bit he'll likely start to think along the "okay... we can make this work... ought to be quite the challenging hunt" bit.
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 21:15:24.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: POOF!!!
Sparklies for everyone!!!
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 21:10:16.
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Topic: I'm New Here
Subject: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
I just  new Innmates!
Welcome aboard, Miss Katherine!!!
Everyone else has covered the "if you need anything, just ask" angle so I guess you got the idea that we're ALL pretty much helpful and friendly around here (Staff and Innmates alike)... we're a bit on the odd side, of course, but it's harmless for the most part.
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 20:34:05.
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Topic: I deserve a smite
Subject: For the record...
...if you're GMing a game and one of your players isn't "keeping up", "following the storyline", or "making random, nonsensical posts" booting them from the game is what you should do (after warnings and offering assistance, of course)... You're the GM, after all. You've got a responsibility to make your game enjoyable for all of your players and, if one of those players continually derails things, goes out of bounds, or whatever, and you've tried repeatedly to nudge them back on track, you can either let it go (running the risk of taking the enjoyment out of the game for yourself and the other players) or you can boot the "offender" and continue on (most likely with much more enjoyment for everyone else concerned).
Booting a player is not really a smite-worthy offense. Sure, it might earn you a smite from the booted player but, if booted for "valid" reasons and not just out of spite, then I wouldn't expect anyone else to ding you for it...
Also, I'm pretty sure I've seen pyroboom on in the last 24 hours so, I don't think you've run him off. He's relatively new at this whole thing, I'm sure... and apparently pretty young... he'll lurk and learn and play and learn just like the rest of us have...
Posted on 2010-09-18 at 13:52:00.
Edited on 2010-09-18 at 15:52:39 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Grocery store o' doom?
Geez! I hope it's double-coupon week!
Posted on 2010-09-17 at 19:00:28.
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Topic: Assassin Campaign (redux) Q&A
Subject: Just met him...
...and am almost certain he's quite mad.
Posted on 2010-09-17 at 18:29:26.
Edited on 2010-09-17 at 18:58:49 by Eol Fefalas
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