You are here: Home --> Forum Home --> Recent posts by Eol Fefalas
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: My two bits...
...we leave Save Rite, hit the Hardware store and see what we can do about some weaponry, tools, maybe some more durable clothing/footwear if available... then *gulp* try the grocery store before following Steve to the "safe place".
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 15:44:58.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I can edit any time I want to...
...I've just gotten in the habit of going the new post route to stay ahead of the posting game updates. 
You aren't the only one who can edit... 
...Grugg can too!
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 14:44:17.
Edited on 2010-09-07 at 15:11:01 by Grugg
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Also...
...even though the plan is to follow Kramer to his hidey-hole, that doesn't mean that Murph's opposed to looting the hardware store before we start moving.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 12:42:47.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Just to clarify...
...Murph's thoughts/reflections on leaving Emily behind, etc, were prompted by Kramer's comments regarding what "surviving" all of this might entail (the "every man for himself" kind of thing, you know?)... not any thoughts that he was actually considering.
As noted in post, Murph "made promises" to each of the folks from O'Brian's Basement and he plans on keeping those promises as best he can. He's not going to do anything "stupid"... say if Alaster freaks out and wades into a horde of zombies when the better/safer option is to run, Murph would likely let the poor, troubled guy meet his end on his own in favor of getting everyone else to keep moving. On the other hand, if our little group was running from a pack of flesh eaters and Emily or Amber took a tumble, Murph would stop, haul them to their feet (or sling them over a shoulder as the case may be) and try to keep on truckin'... 
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 11:28:47.
|
Topic: Anyone for a freeform Star Trek game?
Subject: Also...
...what timeframe are you looking at placing this little adventure in, Dunc?
Looking for TNG era and onward or something earlier?
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 11:13:33.
|
Topic: D20 Modern Zombie Adventure
Subject: Y'know...
...I just happened to think; "What if something happened on the international space station and the latest group of astronauts sent up were met by zombies when they arrived?"
*shrugs*
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 11:01:30.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Good idea or bad...
...Murph wouldn't leave anyone behind... not if he could help it anyway...
Posted on 2010-09-06 at 21:04:45.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: HOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
That, ladies and gentledudes, is one loooooooooooooooong post!
Great job on that, folks...
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 17:15:28.
|
Topic: Hi Hi
Subject: Eol is ALWAYS looking!!!
And someone got shocked awake with a facelick this morning, too, didn't they Jinx?
Glad you finally decided to, at least, say hi...
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 17:11:48.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Part the second... and it's a doooozy!!!
Emily shivered with him touching her, and shrugged lightly, barely lifting her shoulders, "I'm holding as good as any of us... Just because I'm sick doesn't mean anything Murph, I thought I made that clear." She looked up at him, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
At least she was starting to try now.
Yeah, Emily, he wanted to tell her, it does kinda mean something… it means a lot really… what happens when you can’t keep up because you’re sick? The very thought of those words, though, made him squirm in his skin. So, instead, Murph simply returned her smile along with a nod. “You are,” he said, letting his arm drop away from her shoulders as they reached the array of Cubs merchandise, “and you did… I’m just kinda thick headed sometimes…”
He slung the shotgun and pulled one of the backpacks from the display, his eyes sweeping the place and checking the situation with the others as he dumped the paper and plastic filler from the pack… He paused the longest on Steve and Amber…
"So what are you thinking about..." She dropped her voice, "Steve? Do you think he's...
He's gonna be trouble for us?"
Even though she seemed suspicious, Emily herself didn't believe the guy was even a threat. Not when they were murderous monsters running around outside and attempting to kill whatever moved. But... still...
Should we trust someone?
“I dunno,” Murph answered in a voice as low as hers, his gaze breaking from Amber and returning to Emily, “not immediate trouble, I don’t think…” He unslung the shotgun and Amber’s purse and set them down next to his newly acquired pack before reaching for a stack of t-shirts.
"I mean, I think we shouldn't just leave him here... But, I just don't trust him."
Murph was stripping off his work shirt, now, and his eyes tracked back to Steve as he dropped the garment onto the Cub’s pack… Something about how clean the guy seems… something in his eyes?... … Chewing over the things that the young woman had just said (things he was thinking himself), he shrugged before pulling a Cub’s t-shirt on and, then, crouching down to stuff another two into the bottom of the backpack.
Emily sighed, shaking her head and pulling away from Murph, coughing into her arm and glancing around warily, looking very much like a scared rabbit. She turned away and ran a hand along one of the shelves, her eyes darkening. "God, this is confusing."
“Yeah, I know,” he said, taking the remaining shells for the SLP from Ambers purse and putting them in one of the packs outer pockets before stuffing the purse and the rest of what it contained into the main compartment, “I’m not sure what to make of him, myself, right now…” He stood up, then, bringing the pack and shotgun along with him… “but, like you said, Em, I wouldn’t feel right about leaving anyone out here alone, I don’t think.”
Murph’s gaze traced along the shelves beyond where Emily was standing and he almost laughed at himself when his heart leapt at the sight of the store’s small dental care section… Thank you… thank you… thank you… My mouth feels like somethin’ died in it!
He touched Emily’s shoulder as he passed by her and reached for a toothbrush and some paste. “Let’s see what kinda read Amber’s able to get from him,” he suggested, tearing the toothbrush from it’s packaging, “and we’ll go from there, I guess… we need to get you into that pharmacy back there, get ourselves squared away, and then get movin’… Whether we take Steve or not…” he squirted a good amount of the Colgate into his mouth then and followed with the toothbrush.
An almost blissful sigh escaped him as he started to scrub his teeth. “That’s better than beer on Friday,” he grinned past foamed lips, still brushing his teeth with enthusiasm, as he moved to stuff a few more items into his pack.
His eyes ticked back to Emily as he stowed a few bottles of water in the pack and opened one to rinse his mouth, now. “So… Doc,” he said, “how long do you think it’ll take for the medicine to make a difference for you?”
Emily shook her head, smiling slightly at the ridiculous dental hygiene. "You do realize you won't be able to do that again in possibly forever?"
“Yeah,” Murph smirked around the toothbrush, realizing that brushing his teeth was probably the last thing he really needed to worry about, “but it feels real good right now… a little normalcy in the madness, right?”
She smirked, then sighed and fiddled with one of the tubes of toothpaste, thinking. "I'll have to take it for a bit... If I follow a high-dosage schedule, in about 7 days. If I can't find meds that strong, two or three weeks. Hopefully."
A week or three, then, he nodded…
This is the part, Sarge, where you tell her that’s not bad and the world’ll be back to normal in that long so maybe it’ll be quicker…
…S*** I don’t even believe that! How’m I gonna tell her… or any of ‘em?
Emily sighed again, ticking off the various types of medication and reminding herself she'd have to take in plenty of fluids and get as much rest as possible. Suddenly, she realized they didn't have a place to stay. She stood still for a few seconds, then glanced at Murph.
"And I'll need to find a 2-story building of some sort so I can get some sleep."
By her logic, a building with stories would be easier to defend and safer than anywhere else she could comprehend. If she could get an apartment, it would be even better, because she'd have as close to a regular 'home' as possible, and be able to sleep on an actual bed and pretend that humanity hadn't crumbled and withered away.
Another nod. “We’ll see what we can do about that,” he promised, not sure that there really was any safe place for any of them to sleep, now, “we need to get what we need here, first, though. No sense in finding a place to hole up when you’re just gonna have to go back out tomorrow…”
“Mind if we check it out,” Murph heard Amber asking Steve, now, “Maybe grab a few other things too? We haven't really been out in over a week...”
“Sounds like that might be your cue, Em,” Murph said around the toothbrush poking from his mouth. The mechanic turned and found Amber before letting his gaze tick towards Steve. Then, hitching the Cub’s pack over one shoulder and cracking a bottle of water to rinse the remainder of the toothpaste from his mouth, he squeezed Emily’s shoulder, said; “Let’s get you back there and see what you can come up with for us, eh, Doc,” and started towards where Amber still stood.
“Uh, yeah, poke around,” Steve said, “but try not to be too loud, while it seems 'They' are less active during the day (at least from my observations) there is no purpose in sending out a dinner call.”
When they reached her, Murph’s eyes flitted between Amber and Steve. He was pondering what the man had just said and wondering, again, about where this Steve Kramer had been spending his days and nights since this whole thing started…
No way he’s still livin’ if he’s just been roamin’ the streets or not barricaded in somewhere… and he is awful clean lookin’ considering what’s been going on…
…so he wasn’t really thinking too awful much about it when he tugged his work shirt from where he had hung it from one strap of the backpack and draped it over Amber’s shoulders. “It’ll be gettin’ colder soon,” he murmured almost absently, his hands caressing her shoulders in the same manner as his mind continued churning over Steve’s words, “Figured this might help until we can find you something better…”
“Besides,” Steve said, bending down to tend to his pack, “I don't own this store, just stocking up for home bas---- uh, I mean, just grabbing supplies.”
Home base, huh? Bingo!
Amber listened to Kramer finish speaking then offered her thanks and a smile. She then slowly turned and offered a smile to Emily who had walked over with Tom. Another stripper trick, acknowledge the 'mark' last.
Makes them wait a moment, which is always good to get their attention and then you can smother them with whatever you've got up your sleeve, or down your blouse, when you finally do turn to them... she faintly heard Roberta 'Vega' tutor her again in the back of her mind.
And so she finally turned her head enough to bring Tom's face into her vision. A sweet genuine smile filled her face and looking up into his eyes as he touched her shoulders almost brought a blush to her cheeks.
Murph’s freshly piqued curiosity about Steve dissolved when Amber turned to look up at him. Something about her smile and the way her eyes sparkled just then (and maybe the fact that his mouth felt better than it had in more than a week after the impromptu toothbrushing) made it very difficult for him to not kiss her… really kiss her. He managed, somehow, but not without blushing a bit, himself, when he realized it.
"Thanks Tom..." she said quietly as she shrugged her arms into the shirt, taking in the masculine odor that went with it.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, not quite ready to take his eyes off of hers just yet, “no problem…”
"I guess I'm not really appropriately dressed for this huh?”
He shrugged and smiled a bit; “Yeah… well, who knew how the day was gonna go when ya got dressed a week and a half a go, right?”
“I always looked good in blue though.”
Baby, you’d look good in dirt… He nodded, again, and reluctantly let his hands slip from her shoulders as she pulled the shirt over them.
She fingered one of the buttons lazily, "Used to knock them dead in one of these... with a little..."
Quickly her words faded as she remembered Emily (and everyone else) standing around. She flushed a little darker. "Umm... thanks Tom. I guess I should start gathering up some supplies. Kramer is right, it will be dark soon."
One of the mechanic’s brows spiked, then… his smile brightening a little more… and his own color deepening a shade. Again, he managed to bite his tongue, but his imagination ran away with him for a second longer…
Amber turned to Emily then with a slightly awkward smile, "I took a few courses in nursing... so if you want to take the lead doc I'll back you up."
Murph blinked, cleared his throat, tried to will the blush from his cheeks, and, to keep his hands from doing anything they probably shouldn’t have at this point, he took the shotgun in them, once more. “Mac,” he called, forcing his eyes away from Amber and Emily for a moment and sweeping the aisles in search of the bounty hunter, Alaster, and Jake, “The ladies’re headin’ for the back; keep an eye peeled on the front, huh?”
((the above assumes Mac, Alaster, and Jake are still ‘looting’… if not, I’ll edit that last bit out…Also assuming a ‘positive’ reply from Mac, Al, or Jake…))
That’s it, Sarge… set those thoughts to the back and focus…
Murph nodded when Mac answered and then set off behind Emily and Amber, then, trying not to think about the images that the barmaid had sent skipping through his brain and finding it a difficult task. Shoulda thought about that, he chastised, catching himself admiring the way Amber’s legs looked with the tails of his shirt brushing them as she walked, Now you’re gonna have to try and not think about it… One hand let go of the shotgun, retrieved the nearly empty pack of smokes from his back pocket and dumped one of the cigarettes into the corner of his mouth… He paused when the girls strolled past Steve, lit the smoke and returned the pack to his pocket as he watched them slip behind the Pharmacist’s counter, then turned to regard the too-clean, auburn haired man for a moment…
“So, Steve,” he said quietly behind the first drag on the cigarette, his eyes letting go of the man and swinging back to verify the girls’ positions again, “What was that you were sayin’ about a home base?”
Steve froze again, still sitting. 'Do you have any idea how stupid you are?' He thought to himself, 'You just basically gave the people with the guns an invite to your house.'
He tried to lower his voice, to sound mildly gruff but not threatening, "I said nothing about a home base. I may have slipped and meant to say 'Home back in town', but there is no base. There is nothing safe out there."
He hoped he could bluff his way out, 'The less they know' He thought, 'the safer and better things are.'
Murph turned his gaze back to Steve, then, took another drag on the cigarette, and offered a fractional nod at the man’s lie. “My mistake,” he said… there was something about Kramer’s eyes that told Murph this wasn’t the time to push. “Guess I misheard you… blood singin’ in my ears and all…”
"But I will tell you one thing," Steve said standing up and trying to look as serious as he could, "I do not plan on staying in this God-forsaken city long... I don't know if this hit your mind yet, Sir.... but all of these 'things' used to be people... where there are no people, there are no things. That is where I am headed."
“Never was an officer,” Murph grinned a little, his eyes tracking back to Amber and Emily, “you ain’t gotta call me sir… And, yeah… the thought hit my mind… got some things to do before we can make that break, though…” He stopped short of divulging any of those ‘things’ but his eyes locked on Amber and he couldn’t help but wonder about Josh at that moment… Guess I’d better check with her on where her brother’s place is…
With that Steve grabbed his pack and took a sweeping look around, mimicking his eyes with his right hand,
"Almost all food has spoiled, no power and a small group of people that would run through food faster than a high-school football team... "
He then caught a glimpse of the younger of the group, his pupils dilated slightly..
'No, you cannot let other people suffer, it's wrong.' His mind seemed to not be part of him anymore, chastising him 'You gave up wrong when it happened, you are no longer the man that had to do those horrible things... you are Steve Kramer.'
Murph’s eyes let go of Amber again, his ears still keen on Kramer’s words, and returned to observing the other man, again… Despite the oddness in his eyes, the guy made sense…
"Tommy, Mr. Murphy...”
“Murph,” Tom murmured through a plume of smoke, “Mr Murphy was my Dad.”
“…Your group cannot stay here either. I know of a safe place to hold up for a bit, then I am heading out for whatever area had the least people. It's been a long time since I have walked these streets before the whole event hit, and I know for sure that survival isn't likely. If you all want to come I suggest you hurry your friends and we get out of here."
He wanted to run away from his words, to take them back.
There was no reason he should invite them, they would only reduce his survival, slow him down... but whatever bits of him that had survived before his escape had a hold on him.
'What now Mr.Kramer? You just threw it all away'...
Murph nodded at the offer but wondered at the ‘it’s been a long time since I walked these streets’ bit…
That’s a helluva weird thing to say isn’t it? Why not before the event but apparently moving through ‘em with little enough problem afterward?
... “Survival’s a little easier when you’ve got back up, Steve,” Murph offered, “You give us a safe place to hole up for a bit… at least through tonight… and I’ll do my damndest to make sure you live just like the rest of us…” He dropped the cigarette to the floor, crushed it out with th toe of his boot, and then offered a hand to Steve, “Deal?”
You sure about this, Sarge?
No… but he’s people like we’re people, right? Can’t just leave him to fend for himself if we can help it, can we?
Steve looked at the hand and smiled, reaching out to meet it.
"Deal, but on one condition, you do not fight, in an area that had as much population, any noise is a dinner-bell. We run, we run fast and we do not stop. It's the only way I have seen, you are not the first survivors I have seen, just the first that lasted long enough to make contact…”
“Runnin’ works for me,” Murph nodded when the other man spelled out his one condition… he briefly wondered about Emily being able to run full tilt if she had to and a flash of Mac’s walking stick through his recent memory gave him some concern where the bounty-hunter was consider, too… and he firmly shook Steve’s hand to seal that deal.
Whatever it takes, the mechanic told himself, even if you have to stop and play diversion maker… Amber, Emily, Mac and the rest will make it…
“…Oh, and not an officer, so I take it police or military?..”
Murph blinked, releasing Steve’s hand and his hold on those thoughts at the same time. Why’s that important?
“…Either way, no matter, you know what we are looking at…”
“Yeah… I think I do…”
“May I talk to you alone in the back room?”
Steve motioned to the area from where he had appeared earlier, hoping that Murph would follow. He waited a moment and stepped back into the shadows. 'If he knows what is good for him, he'll follow.'
For his part, Murph’s gaze followed Steve into those shadows, first... then after a skeptical second, there, skimmed towards where Amber and Emily were busy perusing the pharmacy shelves… then sought out Mac, Alaster, and Jake before finally returning to the curious, auburn-haired man.
Do you think he's... gonna be trouble for us? Murph heard Emily’s voice ask in his mind… I mean, I think we shouldn't just leave him here... But, I just don't trust him.
Murph glanced at the others again… sucked in a breath and, with both hands on the shotgun once more, followed Steve into the penumbra…
Steve was sitting in a small hallway, before a storage room. The room's door was slightly ajar, he motioned towards the back, "Don't worry, it's clear in there, I came in through a small window. Thank you for trusting me enough to come in."
“Sure,” the mechanic nodded faintly, his eyes skimming the place warily despite the assurances. Trust was a two way street as far as Murph was concerned… If he showed trust to this Kramer guy maybe it’d go a ways to getting Kramer to trust them and the concerns that Emily had voiced would stop having call to echo in his head.
"I need to level with you Mr... I mean Murph.”
Murph’s gaze abandoned the scan of the storeroom and locked onto Kramer’s shadow masked face.
“You have sick and young. They will only slow you down. I am willing to help all of you, but I will not take any responsibility for their safety."
“Not asking you to,” Murph said, “I’ll take care of that… theirs and yours…”
'Nice way to put it Steve,' He thought, kicking himself 'why not call his mother a name while you are at it'
"I don't mean that they are worthless, but only that this is a thing of survival, and they might only ensure that there are even more of those creatures. You never answered if you are military or police. I know they both teach crisis management, and beyond that you know the law of nature. I think that you could get them to safety, but it'd take a lot of stopping overnight in secure spaces, and they'd have to listen to you, without question."
He shrugged his shoulders, muttering "No one deserves to be left behind, no one deserves to die... but if it means losing one weak for the security of the one strong, well... you know."
Murph nodded, again. His hazel eyes still fixed on Kramer as he absorbed the survivalist wisdom imparted by the man. After a moment, his gaze ticked away – peering back out into the front of the store to find the others – before sliding back to Kramer once more.
“I hear what you’re sayin’, Steve,” he said, “and, for the record, I know you’re right. If it was just about survival I… I know what the ‘reasonable and rational’ options would be…”
Kill Jake… Leave Emily behind…Possibly ditch Alaster because if the kid keeps losing his mind we’ll all be dead before we get three more blocks…
“But it’s about more than that for me,” Murph continued. “I made promises to those people out there, Steve. And they followed me out into all of this because of those promises. I can’t worry about my survival when it’s theirs that I owe to them, can I?”
He sighed and his eyes tracked towards the shop front, again. “They’re gettin’ the hang of doin’ what I tell ‘em,” he murmured, trying to convince himself of that but unable to block out the memories of that Molotov going off in his face, the repeated freakouts, and the fiasco at the door of this very place just a short while ago, “They’ll get better.”
Better hope so, Sarge…
His eyes hardened, then, and swung back to Kramer; “Listen; I’m not asking you to take responsibility for anyone’s safety but your own, okay… and if it comes down to it, if one of them screws up, I will personally see to it that whatever happens doesn’t happen to you… But here’s my end of the deal on that… Anything happens to me, you get the rest of them safe before you leave ‘em… Whatever it takes…”
Murph didn’t wait for the man to accept the condition… didn’t want to know whether Kramer would accept… he’d know soon enough when the guy either disappeared or came along.
“How’s the shoppin’ comin’ people,” he called as he clipped back out into the front of the store, “we need to think about wrappin’ this up and gettin’ down the road!”
You just promised that guy you’d die before this bunch did anything to get him killed… you realize that, right?
Yeah… whatever it takes…
His eyes found Jake, then Alaster and Mac, then Amber and Emily before he stopped and began securing his own gear. “Mr Kramer, here, has offered to show us a safe place to hole up for a little while but we’re gonna have to be quick about it.
When we haul outta here, I want Mac shadowing Kramer… Alaster, you and Jake next… Amber and Emily close on their heels… and I’ll cover our a**es. Whatever happens, we keep moving…”
((OOC: And there’s the monster collab from Eöl, Ali, Meri, and Uncle Dog… We’ll end it there with Murph ‘rallying’ everybody and thinking about everything he’s promised… and what it’s gonna cost… maybe…))
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 17:08:37.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Same same...
The monster collab has found it's way to a wrap point, too, I think... but has definitely set the stage for another set, I believe.
Anyway, with luck, I'll get all of that tied up and posted today.
Aaaaand it appears I have to go facelick my little Jinx... been an Innmate for three years and finally gets around to throwing up a post yesterday... 
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 14:01:03.
|
Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmmmhmmmm...
...Kinda hits the spot, doesn't it?
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 20:42:11.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Good to know...
...thanks, Unc!
Also, condolences, sympathies, best wishes and all of that to you and yours, eh? Good on ya for doing what you can to help.
I think we're good for the collab bit you and I were working on for the time-being... I'll just wrap up with Murph's reactions to Steve's latest and we'll call it done for now... can always pick back up after the weekend and in further posts.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 19:23:10.
|
Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Post...
...and stop have the same letters...
Pots!
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 19:13:24.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: But...
...I don't wanna be a Murph-burger!!! 
I'm never thinking out loud again...
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 19:11:20.
|
Topic: my 100th post poem
Subject: Happy 100 (+)!!!
We're glad you're here
We like you too
We've seen you in a thread or two
We like your style
We like your verse
We love that you're friendly and rarely terse
You make us smile
You make us sing
Here's to 100 posts more
For good ol' Lifespring!
Dude!
I'm totally a rhymester!!!
+1 for the super-groovy poem, Lifespring!
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 18:25:30.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Flashbang vs. Zombie
Don't know that it'd really do much other than mess with the whole 'sensitive to light' thing which, possibly, could slow them down for a second (or at least throw off their "aim" whilst they're charging and leaping at ya, I guess)... Could also be used in some diversionary tactics or improvised early warning kind of 'booby traps'...
*shrugs*
Doubtful they'd do much (if any) damage but, depending on degree of light sensitivity, might serve a purpose or two somehow.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 18:18:40.
|
Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That's not back hair, I'm piggybacking Grugg
^ Needs a stronger scope
< Waaaay out of scope for this project, sir.
V Kaleidoscope
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 17:02:51.
|
Topic: most silly superpowers
Subject: I can become invisible...
*covers eyes with hands*
...see?
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 16:45:35.
|
Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmmm...
...toooooaaaaaast....
Last Toast Post.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 16:43:25.
|
Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: POOF!
Your wish wishing for something to wish in regards to wishful thinking has been heard and granted... but it makes you wishy-washy.
I wish Grugg would braid his hair... ALL of it!
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 16:41:30.
|
Topic: Poems by me
Subject: I do like...
...a lot!
Good stuff as always, V.
Thanks for sharing.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 16:23:41.
|
Topic: Assassin Campaign (redux) Q&A
Subject: Whoa...
...I totally missed the update.
Have something for you soonishly, G.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 10:53:30.
|
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Yup...
Got a monster collab closing in on finished with Ali, Meri, and Uncle Dog coming up, too. Another back and forth or two with Dog and some additional work with Ali should get it wrapped, I think. 
Point of trivia: Put this game together in a word document from beginning to present and there's like 117 pages, so far.
Posted on 2010-09-03 at 10:51:52.
|
Topic: Just joined RDinn
Subject: *drinks a bottle of water... gargles*
Welcome, Dvo!
Lurk all ya want, bud, we'll make more... and, hey, when you do get some free time and can commit, we'll all be here looking to have you in a game or some such, I'm sure.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 21:51:01.
|
| |
View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us
Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service.You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.
|
|
What game do you own the 
Return to Charadun - Q&A
The Morphing Game
Return to Charadun - Recr
