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Topic: Loaded Dice #49: Speak for Yourself!
Subject: Have quest... Will Travel...
...as long as the price is right! 
Nice... I loved it... groovy dragon... stoopid WebSense filter.
Posted on 2010-06-23 at 14:46:57.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL
Arien doesn't need to be smart... just heroic and shiny!
Posted on 2010-06-23 at 14:42:05.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Fluffy stuff
Beylix: Gorram garbage dump of the Verse… Scrapyard for ships and souls alike... Garbage in… Garbage Out… don’t nothin’ ever change hereabouts.
Sam Dash wasn’t the first to have referred to the planet in those terms, of course, and likely wouldn’t be the last because, for the most part, the whole ruttin’ spiel was hand-to-God truth. Sam knew that even before he was Sam and even got the not so distinct pleasure of experiencing it firsthand not too long after he’d finally gotten cozy with bein’ who he wasn’t… matter-of-fact, after having lived it for the time he did, Sam was pretty ruttin’ sure they could’ve set that depiction of the place to stone, cemented it in as a cornerstone down at the docks, an’ would never have to worry about changin’ it for as long as the planet was doin’ its do-si-do around the sun. Hell, he’d had all of it reaffirmed in this latest visit, now, hadn’t he?
Set gear ta dock on bonafide legitimate bidness an’ get what fer th’ trouble o’ bein’ respectable? A gorram pooter-puckered sheriff who goes ta landlockin’ yer boat fer nothin’ more’n hump an’ happys! Fine, shinin’ example o’ them haves workin’ them have-nots so as they c’n have some more
Leastways that’s how Sam figured it up until he saw it spin around on them as typical benefited from the dung-hill nature of the place… Whatever piece o’ bad-luck’d been doggin’ the Rocinante’s crew had just seen fit to flip itself a bit to the better side of shiny all of a sudden and, if Dash hadn’t plotted the course here himself, he might’ve not believed they were on Beylix, at all. He had plotted that course, though, and was saddled up nice and cozy behind the yoke when they burnt atmo and touched down dirt-side… considering that and the fact that he’d just seen Sheriff Arness’ attempt at a shakedown and stay-put shot right in the gorram pi gu by what could only be explained as ‘good luck,’ it was almost more than Sam could bear when Deputy Weaver showed back up and added insult to the sheriff’s injured ego by handing Wyatt a ham hock that should’ve been a landlock…
“Oh, damn,” the scruffy pilot sniggered over the grumbling sounds his stomach made when he caught a whiff of what he hoped would be tonight’s supper. “How wrin bu lai, whai wrin bu jwo, yeah, lawman?” he muttered from behind the hand that had moved to mask his bemused smirk, “Glad that mi tian gohn applies to folk other’n us fer a change.”
“Hey, Cap’n,” Wolf said, then, “I’ll grab the mule and meet you all out front in say 5 minutes.”
On the verge of flat falling down laughing at the predicament that the Sheriff had found himself in (and with his paranoia-throttle eased back a touch as a result), Sam figured it’d be best for all concerned if he, too, followed Wolf out – Arness already had sights on ‘em fer some reason and Dash’s people skills weren’t like to help that none - didn’t look as if there was to be any gunplay, anyway. “I’m in Wolf’s wake, Cap,” Sam grinned, already ambling for the door, “I’ll make sure we got room fer our guests ta squat comfortable.”
((Assuming no objections…))
Once outside, squinting against the sunlight and pollution in the air as his gaze sought out the mule, Sam erupted into laughter that was born of equal parts amusement and anxiety. “How bout that gorram ham hock, Wolf” he chortled at the big mechanic who was already climbing aboard the hovercraft, “ya could purt near hear th’ Sheriff’s pi gu slam shut, couldn’t ya?”
“…I hope to never see any of you again – unless it is in a bodybag.”
Hauling himself up onto the mule, Dash smirked as the sound of Arness’ voice and the banging closed of the door drew his whiskey-eyed gaze back to the front of the Sherrif’s Office. “Speakin’ o’ slammin’ shut,” he smirked, sliding past the front passenger’s seat, climbing up onto the rear deck, and eyeing the sheriff as he stormed off… Dash made a quick check of the stowage compartments, making sure that there was room to secure any gear that either Frisco’s new lawman, Pearson, or the Cap’s apparent-long-lost-friend may be bringing along and that there wasn’t anything currently stored in those compartments that the former might find ‘unseemly’ if he happened to gander a mite too close.
“Gonna be a mite snug onna ride home, Wolfy,” Dash said, securing the hatches after his inspection of the compartments, and figuring the difference between seat on the mule and the number of butts there were to fill ‘em, “an’ I don’ figger it’s bound ta get no less cozy once we burn atmo, neither…”
Posted on 2010-06-22 at 18:25:46.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Never!!!
Leave Miss Wil in the lurch? No ruttin' way! Who'd Sam ogle during them long days in the Black (them pinups in his bunk are okay and all but sometimes a real live movin' bit o' lovely is fair sight nicer to ponder on, get me?)... An' who'd patch him up if'n he took a notion to throwin' hisself in front of a train ag'in?
I took Wyatt's "moving the crew out" to mean that those of us who went to the jailhouse was heading for the ship, not burnin' atmo just yet... still and all, dirt-side or in the Black, Dash ain't like to be too awful chatty with them as ain't regulars in most cases... Let's hope Pearson don't hurt Ma's feelin's none, though... could be a train comin'... 
P.S. Went ahead and posted what I've got done... Like the post title says, it's mostly just fluffy stuff - Sam being Sam, a little bit of internal reflection, and some offhand convo with Wolf... Dash'll likely find him a place on the back of the mule on the ride home and keep quiet as best he's able (especially once Pearson's on board)...
Posted on 2010-06-22 at 17:05:05.
Edited on 2010-06-22 at 18:32:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: And in return you get...
...a series of numbers, the relevance of which will be undetermined but theorized upon for all time, and directions to 1977.
I feed it Pit's thesaurus, a vial of facelick concentrate, and all of the Innmates who have joined this year but have yet to post anything.
Posted on 2010-06-22 at 16:44:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yup...
...even though the poor ol' professor languished a li'l longer in the pokey than we all might've liked, I rightly enjoyed the heck out of that scene. Great stuff all around, makes me remember exactly why I have so much fun in this game, y'know?
Got a Dash post forthcoming... but, just in case Roger beats me to the post... despite his jailhouse twitchiness having been dispelled by the crews turn of luck and the landlock/ham-hock fiasco, I figure the boat's gettin' a mite crowded up with unfamiliar folk for Sam's liking (though he ain't so much concerned about the Prof as he is them Frisco folk and, in particular, their newly bought lawman)... Ol' Sam might become a bit scarce about the ship, tendin' to keep to his quarters and the bridge as much as he's able without shirkin' his chores and such.
Posted on 2010-06-22 at 16:38:32.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - Winds and Sand Recruitment
Subject: Absotively!
Just recently investigated Pathfinder, myself, and, like Jozan says, it's basically 3.5e the way it should have been all along... simplified, less convoluted, however-you-wanna-describe it...
I'd be interested in joining up on this one myself (to test 'pathfinder play' and to experience a Steelight game firsthand) if only I had more free-time.  I'll be lurking, at any rate.
My loss is your gain, though, Innmates... Steelight's a helluva storyteller and a helluva GM... all of you folks who've been looking for a game would be remiss not to try this one on for size.
Posted on 2010-06-21 at 17:51:07.
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Topic: Dear Ogre
Subject: Dear Kermujin,
There!
Happy, now?
Luv,
Ogre
~*~*~*~*~
Dear Ogre,
While it isn't unusual for folk of your kind to gain certain levels of fame and notoriety, it is somewhat peculiar that an ogre finds any sort of success in the arena of communications. What led you to and how do you quantify your success in the field of advice columnist?
Curiously yours,
Fudgefinger Wigglesworth
Posted on 2010-06-21 at 16:26:01.
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Topic: Scrapped character designs
Subject: *snickersnortguffaw*
Fantabulous, Lyra! 
Can't help of think of that line from Mrs Doubtfire... "I don't work with the males... cuz I used to be one!"
Posted on 2010-06-21 at 15:11:52.
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Topic: Hey, I'm new here
Subject: In a lot of cases...
...most freeforms are of the "jump right in and start posting" variety so, in those cases, you do just that; find a game you're interested in, click on the Reply link at the bottom of a post, and off you go with your character.
That said, there are free form games that are either "moderated" or "limited to a certain number of players". Nost of the time, these types of free forms will have a blurb in the first post asking you to check the related Recruitment thread for the game in order to "apply" and/or be added to the list of "approved players" (most of these sorts of games will have a link to their recruitment and/or Q&A threads at the top of each page of the game thread so, if it's one of these that strikes your fancy, click on the appropriate link to be directed to the recruitment thread or, sometimes even better, PM the Innmate that started the game and give 'em a big ol' "hello, luv ta join yer party".
Let's seeeee.... what else can i tell ya, here? Hmmmmm... work has addled my brain it seems... I know i was thinking of something else but, for the life of me, I can't quite recall what it was, now... 
Anyhoo... here's hoping that I was able to help at least a little bit... if there's anything else I can do to help you out, feel free to let me know here.. shoot me a PM... or whatever.
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 19:30:51.
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Topic: Hey, I'm new here
Subject: WooHooo!!! I get to be first...
...and no one even had the chance to warn you!
No offense intended, of course.... I do that to everybody. Now that my slobbery exuberance is out of the way, let me seriously welcome you to the Inn and assure you that you'll most likely not be out of place here... our Innmates are about as diverse and accepting as you'll find anywhere and more than helpful with just about anything. I loves 'em all.
Aaaaaand, as far as how the freeforms work... what specifically did you want to know? How to start a new one? How to join one already in progress? How to recruit players to join?
Just let me know and I (or any one of our other overly-enthusiastic staff or Innmates will be glad to try and point you in the right direction.
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 19:13:23.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Yeah... what Roger said...
*waves hand* Matthias was not the PC you were looking for...
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 17:50:11.
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Topic: What would you guys think about me posting a web comic?
Subject: Don't know...
...that I've got the spare brain-cells to help with scripts or subjects, at the moment, your young highness, but I would, of course, love to see whatever you may come up with. I was rightly impressed with your LD fan art!
If I do happen to get a spark of inspiration or whatever, I'll be sure to let you know.
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 15:09:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL
~The dirty ol' ranger
he fought for the good
and spent a long day
o' sport in the wood!~
Stoopid bards!
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 15:07:31.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Aaaaand....
...Sam's stomach is just a-grumblin'!
Should have a post before too long.
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 15:04:19.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Youthfully
Yellow-Orange Underpants That Have Found Use Lining Llamas Yo-yos
Posted on 2010-06-17 at 19:07:26.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Penguana? Kangerocerous?
...mechanized wallabies with...
Posted on 2010-06-17 at 14:53:19.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: ROFLMAO
You guys are sick!
Iiiiiiiiii like it!
+1
Posted on 2010-06-17 at 14:49:02.
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Topic: New member
Subject: Suck is in the eye of the sucker... or something like that.
I don't think there's a writer in the world that can't remember having written "an epic tale" when they were young... and, of course, thought it was the most-awesome-super-boss-freaktastic-tale-ever!!! Then you let other people read it and those other people pick it apart and make you second guess yourself, and then you re-read your most-awesome-super-boss-freaktastic-tale(and possibly edit it some)... The you let other people read it some more and those other people pick it apart some more and you go "Well, crap! Maybe this just SUCKS!"
Nah... dude, you were 12! The fact that you wrote 900 pages at that age says something, at the very least. Anyway, even if, in retrospect, you look back and think "Yeah... the story did kind of suck;" the thing to remember is that even in the suckiest of sucky stories there's a little golden nugget of imagination and inspiration that can be taken from the whole sucky mess and made into something spectacular later on, yeah?
I can't tell you how many sucky stories I've written and discarded over the years, Dracons, but I can tell you that, every now and again, I still go back and pull bits and pieces from each and every one of those crap-piles, weave them into a new tale or somesuch, and find that it wasn't exactly so sucky after all.
As long as what you write makes you happy and gives you a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment, dude, who gives a flyin'-frig-at-a-rolling-donut-on-a-gravel-driveway what anyone else thinks of it?
Did someone say something about Grugg needing lasagne? Is this coffee decaf? Where are my pants? 
Write on, Dragon Bacon Dude! Write on!!!
Posted on 2010-06-17 at 14:25:01.
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Topic: New member
Subject: Did someone say que the elf?
Good ta have ya, Dracons...
Dracons = Dragons+Bacon?
Mmmmmm.... Dragon bacon!
Crunch the bacon dragon
Lived by the tea
And frollicked on my breakfast plate
and gave me a full belleeeeeee!!! 
((Yeah, yeah... I know... Bad Eol! Get back in your hole!))
Posted on 2010-06-16 at 18:34:26.
Edited on 2010-06-16 at 18:37:10 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Tiiiime is on my side... or maybe not... it's lyrical anyway. ;)
Caicher played and sang and watched and listened as the Heroes of Freegate, rather gloomily, he thought, found their respective ways to seat and shadow. Not great fans of music, it would seem, he mused, eyeing the troupe and making assessments of their demeanors as individuals and a group, Curious, that. Most of their ilk tend to enjoy a song or two… perhaps when the subject is of a more familiar sort, hm?
The bard grinned as the once and former Red swept passed him with scarcely a glance, and grinned even brighter when Valentine, in that supercilious way of his, flipped a coin into the flagon of ale at Caicher’s feet. At least some minor appreciation for a tune well-played, then, the troubadour chuckled inwardly as he touched his fiddle-bow to the brim of his hat in appreciation and resumed playing without having missed a note, there’s a bit more of the vivacity I might have expected from such a lot.
"Hail and well met, gentlemen," the knight’s voice drew Flynn’s attentions away from the mage, then, "I am Arien Aston Thedell the Third, and these are my companions. We come on a mission from Dwan of the Iron League, and we would seek your council."
Relg Fistele, as it was his station to do, returned Sir Thedell’s greeting and made his introductions. “We are honoured to have such well spoken of warriors in our humble town,” the elder smiled at Arien and his company, “Dwan Granitecrusher sent you on a mission? What is that mission, for your arrival is fortuitous as we were just about to ask Caicher Flynn here, about a mission of our own.”
Flynn’s tune reached its end in a strange harmony with Relg’s salutation and its last notes dissipated in the air of the hall as the knight began to recount the particulars of the mission with which the Lord of the Iron League had tasked them. Like the elders, Flynn’s expression went a bit quizzical at the details Sir Thedell related – he hadn’t been a resident of Helvorn for long, himself, but long enough to know that no cattle had gone missing any time in recent memory and certainly not any of the fine people that called this town home – and he, too, exchanged perplexed glances with the elders.
“Missing cattle? And persons? Well if that were true I would be very glad to see you all here but truth be known, it is not. We haven’t sent a messenger to Dwan yet, in fact, that was going to be one of the suggestions I was going to make.” Relg said with a mystified tone before continuing on to explain the nature of the mission the Town Council truly had in mind.
“Since you are here and charged to our well being by Dwan,” Fistele concluded, “perhaps you would be willing to go to the temple for us? I know that Flynn here would probably welcome the chance to join you in this…what do you people call it? This quest?”
Caicher nodded, the bewildered expression replaced again by an amicable smile. He took a moment to set his battered fiddle aside (with more care than the instrument appeared to have ever received) and retrieve his cup before regarding the company again. It had been his intention to offer his own input after a quick swallow of the ale but, upon having slaked the dryness of tongue brought on by singing, the bard had scarcely opened his mouth when the young thief interjected…
“Hang on there, Fistele,” Dapple spoke up from her corner. She spoke without heat or rancor, but firmly. “Dwan paid us to check into your situation, and we’ve done so. The fact that you’re ok and all don’t mean we’re charged with anything more than turning around and kicking some messenger’s arse for getting his messages wrong. Arien will hem and haw and try to be noble about it, but if you want us to visit some priests in the back end of beyond, it’s on your tab. And we don’t take sightseers.”
“Sightseers?” Caicher couldn’t help but laugh, then. “I’ve been called gypsy, tramp, fop, point-ear, and worse,” he chortled, “but never can I recall be labeled sightseer, lad. Interesting choice of words, I think.” He laughed again and followed it with another draught from his flagon; this drink bringing the silver coin tossed into the vessels contents by Valentine to the bard’s lips. He caught the coin between his teeth as the mug left his lips and, after swallowing the mouthful of warming brew, released the silver and let it fall into his palm. “I’m sure you’ll find me to be much more than a simple tagalong balladeer, Dapple Moon,” he smiled, giving the coin a cursory appraisal before relegating it to his own purse, “I’m as handy with my blade as I am with my fiddle, I can assure you…”
"It is clear to me that Heironneus has guided our path so that we would meet with you," Sir Thedell made his own reply to Fistele’s proposal, then; "Truly, it seems that it would be wise to check with the priests, but your dire news makes me fear the worst. Unless one of my comrades objects, I say that we make for the temple directly to investigate what may have happened there. Hopefully, this knowledge will aid us in our larger mission.
What say you, good Flynn? Will you accompany us?"
Flynn’s smile remained affixed to his lips and shone, too, in his emerald eyes as he directed his gaze from the scowling thief to the more exuberant knight. “Twould be my distinct pleasure, m’lord,” he beamed, at last removing his hat as he sketched a bow, “and a true honor to adventure with the renowned Heroes of Freegate… mayhaps I’ll even be able to add a tale or a tune of my own to add to your legends, hmm?”
Posted on 2010-06-16 at 18:32:35.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: If only all deputies were that hard of hearing...
...I reckon our crew would be eatin' more'n protein paste regular-like.
Ham hock...
Posted on 2010-06-15 at 15:50:06.
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Topic: newcomer
Subject: Give him the mead, now...
...I like my newbies all spicy!!!
Welcome aboard, Innmate! Always happy to see (and lick) new faces hereabouts.
If there's anything that any of us can do to help you out, point you in the wrong direction, or whatever, don't hesitate to let us know.
Posted on 2010-06-15 at 15:39:49.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: What goes around...
“Tell you what,” Wyatt drawled easily enough. “I’ll pay fifty credits. Consider it a handlin’ fee. You release Bowman, an’ we’ll shed dirt singin’ the praises o’ a fair and good lawman here on Beylix who can see further than the end o’ his nose. ‘Course, you’ll be kind enough t’ release my ship right away as well, cause you know that’s what’s good n’ proper. This here ‘Verse is filled with enough Big Bad Men…don’t need no Law joinin’ their ranks.”
To Sam, this whole situation wasn’t as much about what was right and fair as it was about being stuck dirt-side on Beylix with little more than a snowball’s chance in hell of getting back on the move and a staying a step ahead of them as had been dogging his steps through the Verse these past few years… didn’t help much that the last place that them hounds got close was this same ruttin’ rock, neither… Th’ go suh always tends ta go from bad ta worse with a quickness on Beylix, Sam mused despite his best efforts not to, I dunno why in nine kinds o’ hell I keep findin’ myself here. His eyes darted around the room, flicking from face to face and trigger finger to trigger finger. He felt the hairs on the nape of his neck prickle and one hand moved to calm the sensation as the other tentatively found its way to the grips of the pistol at his hip…
“50!” the sheriff says with a disgusted tone, “Tell you what, since I really don’t want to hold Luke here back from his destiny, I’ll let bail go for $250.”
…Regardless of the dryness that the pilot’s mouth had recently acquired, Sam couldn’t keep himself from spitting on the floor just then, and the fingers that he’d clamped around the back of his neck didn’t seem to be doing much in the way of keeping those hairs from getting all up in a tizzy, neither...
“Not sure I’m going anywhere Sheriff.” Pearson said just then, stepping away from the Frisco reps.
“What!” The sheriff exclaims loudly, “what’s the problem?”
“Ta ma duh,” Sam muttered under his breath, fingers flexing on the butt of his pistol and eyes ticking towards the door. It had seemed to Sam that, for whatever reason, the Sheriff was a might anxious to see Pearson off, and, now that it didn’t look as if such an occurrence was bound to transpire, the pilot just knew that the Sheriff would be taking out his pent up frustrations on them and Rocinante, “Wuo cao…”
“We are all agreed on the terms of payment with Mr. Pearson” Shem drawled regretfully, “But we didn’t consider that part of the deal.”
“Well let me cover that then Luke, as a thanks for everything you’ve done gift!” the sheriff said, “How much would it be for …” He started to say and then, turning his head, looked at Wyatt. “Oh…bother.”
Dash’s heretofore tight-lipped and anxious scowl melted into the beginnings of a smug grin as he realized the turn that things had taken. “Well, ain’t that a bitch,” he snickered, the hand at the back of his neck coming around to rub at a stubbled cheek. His gaze ticked from the Sheriff to Wyatt; “It’s about ruttin’ time our luck swung the other way, Cap…”
((There, gorramit! I finally finished... off to take care of the other game, now...))
Posted on 2010-06-10 at 14:14:27.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *struggle,struggle,claw,kick,scream...*
"Escape" has got to come next in that sequence, doesn't it?
Please say yes... Tell me there's a light at the end of the tunnel that isn't a train.
Sorry for the flakiness, gang... RL has been beating me silly the past couple weeks. Have a post ASAP.
Posted on 2010-06-07 at 13:36:21.
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