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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Sure... come on in! Glad to see ya!
feet and cheese
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 16:13:01.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Ya think it hurts now? Try this:
Hamsters
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 15:39:24.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Not that watching out will actually help...
tiddlywinks in the
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 15:33:35.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Nah... I ain't litigious... I'm vengeful! ;)
because everyone else
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 14:39:28.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Or is the Matrix the result of everything tasting like chicken?
Cow
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 14:37:50.
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Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: Yeah... okay...
I can tack a backstory or two up I suppose.
The one I have handy, at the moment, is also from one of my favorite games here on the Inn: Voyages of the Rocinante... So, in his own words, allow me to introduce you to Sam Dash.
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Beylix.
The whole damn planet ain’t much more than a garbage dump for the ‘Verse; gorram pathetic scrapheap of a rock. True enough, United Reclamation’s got their papers signed with the Alliance and owns big damn chunks of the place but, so long’s they can keep all the independent salvagers under thumb and get their cut of the scrappin’ to keep in the good with the purple bellies, they don’t pay too much attention to those as come here lookin’ fer work. Other’n sendin’ their trash here, though, the Alliance ain’t got much interest in the place an’, I reckon, it’d take nothin’ less’n a uprisin’ of drunken Browncoats to even get a patrol sent out this way. So, all considered, Beylix was a little slice of Heaven fer a go neong yung duh jwei gai won se like me and, once I went on the dodge from the Alliance, it seemed like as good a place as any to kick off this new life of mine. Once upon a merry time back, I flew (among other things) fer the jing chai Alliance… not no more, though… not for quite a spell.
I ain’t who I used to be, get me? That’s right, pay no never mind that my speechifyin’ is more in keepin’ with folk out here on the Rim, the fella I used ta be was born an’ bred in the Core. I grew up on Londinum, see; come from a right respectable family (as them in the central planets tend to conjure, anyhow). I got my early schoolin’ in some of the best schools in the Core and, bein’ as I was brung up by my folks, them as tended to believe that life didn’t get no better’n what the Alliance was providin’, I turned out to be a plumb upright, uptight citizen, my own self. Hell, back in them days, I was such a buhn dahn as to politickin’ an’ sech that I joined up with the military right outta high school and, bein’ as I showed some skill at gettin’ ships and skiffs to do things they like wasn’t made to, I ended up bein’ one of the better pilots what ever took to the skies for ‘em.
Anyhoo, the early bits of it ain’t really the all together of this little yarn, so I’ll spare ya the details. Let’s just say that life was as good as I thought it’d get back then; I was educated in flyin’ an’ fightin’ an’ sech, I made good pay, I saw the ‘Verse, an’ I had a shiny gorram rep. Far as I was concerned, when the Unification War dusted up, ya’ll out here on the fringe were shiang jing ping for not wantin’ to fall in under the Alliance – the high uppity-ups in Parliament an’ Mil Brass made it all sound so shiny, y’know? Who wouldn’t wanna live the kinda life we’d growed to love in the Core, right? So, at first, I didn’t have no tussle with doin’ what I were told to – I believed the bull mi tian gohn propaganda what got shoveled out by the muckity-mucks an’ did my job without nary a peep in protest – had my part in bombin’ the livin’ hell outta more’n a few cities (hell, entire planets) an’ did more’n my fair share of up-close an’ personals, to boot. Like I said, for a long stretch, I was a damn fine citizen an’ soldier and, as far as the politickin’ of the war went, it was all hau far as I reckoned.
Thing is, though, even ‘fore we got round to headin’ out to Athens, I’d started to conjure that things wasn’t exactly factual where them politics was concerned. Fact of it is, after I seen the “collateral damage” we was causin’ – whole settlements, towns, an’ cities leveled ‘cause they were thought to be shelterin’ a Browncoat or two, thousands of innocents killed (some as even supported unification) for nothin’ more’n bein’ able to say the Alliance made an example of a coupla Independents playin’ hide-an’-go-hump-yerself – I started to figure that all the pretty words an’ ways what the gummint tossed about to convince us we was right weren’t much more’n Parliament tryin’ to g’en ho tze bi dio se. First time I seen a kid blown into itty bitties on account of a bomb what dropped from my boat, I got me this right sour knot in my gut an’, I reckon, it was just bout then I decided I was like on the wrong side of the fence, never mind what my superiors was talkin’ at.
Now, I reckon the “easy out” woulda been to eat the barrel of my own damn gun, but, raised as I was in a home where religiosity got it’s fair share of attention, I knowed that blowin’ off the back of my own head wouldn’t sit well with the fuzzy Lord (just like I knowed that tryin’ to resign weren’t gonna sit well with them as were in charge of me… an’ I didn’t cotton to the idea of them bein’ the ones what killed me, neither), so, by the time we comed into deep orbit about Athens, I had a jing chai plan in place to get me killed without bein’ killed for really real (even if ya spent yer whole gorram life in the Core, it don’t take ya long on the Border to ferret out who as can do what to lend a hand in things like that). Again, more with the details that I ain’t like to bore ya with as they’s not too all-fired relevant, no how, but for the generalities of it… Let’s just say that when they sent me out on that bombin’ run over Athens, I already knowed I weren’t comin’ back an’ neither was I gonna dump no more damn bombs. Soon’s my boat hit atmo an’ the squad started burnin’ full on for the target city, I started to go ghost. As far as any of the rest of my squad could figure, I got popped by a Browncoat auto-cannon on the burndown, crashed and burned well outside the hotzone and, I reckon, them as seen the explosion, figured I was like to be scrap an’ dust along with my boat… Truth of it is, there ain’t nobody ever got a good bead on a ship I flew an’, sure enough, not enough of one to blow me outta the sky… I killed myself that day so as I could start livin’ again… the “auto-cannon hit” to my stabilizer weren’t nothin’ more than a smoke grenade I done rigged, the hinky flyin’ wasn’t no damn chore, neither, an’ the explosion what convinced my unit I were killed? Nothin’ more’n one of them gorram thudders as was in my boat that I dropped just ‘fore I quit the fakin’ an’ burned ass out into the black. Weren’t too all-fired tricky to slip past the cruisers an’ sech either, seein’ as how they was all intent on poundin’ Athens to dust, an’ limpin’ my boat to that shady skyplex where she got stripped was a might less trouble’n I woulda conjured, too.
I weren’t long for that plex, neither. Stayed on just long enough for some resident, gao guhn fong luh yao nu to have me ghosted from the Cortex an’ tailored into Sam Dash (course the cost for all that biz was paid with my damn boat an’ whatever ordnance were left on ‘er, plus a nice foldin’ stack of credits) then, I copped a one-way, fill-in slot pilotin’ a freighter bound for Jiang Yin an’ never looked back… weren’t much pilotin’ jobs ta be had on Jiang Yin, though, so I had ta make due wit’ playin’ bouncer at one o’ th’ saloons there… Can’t say as it was a bad job, I figger… kept me laid low fer a spell, helped me ta get cozy wit’ th’ new me an’ all that… but, a guy like me sits still fer too long an’ troubles bound to come a-callin’, right?
Again, puhn yoh, details I ain’t set ta bore ya wit’… let’s just say some fellas come lookin’ ta have me done in an’, one thing leadin’ to t’other as it does, I had ta put Jiang Yin in my wake. Fortunate fer me, I’d made the acquaintance of this chai neow pilot-type named Terry who was able ta score me a ticket on the freighter – a yi da tuo da bian Firefly – as he was drivin’ ta Beylix.
I were on Beylix for a good spell an’ I took to findin’ work where I could in the salvage yards (most times I didn’t do more’n run mules an’, now an’ agin, took a run outta atmo fer them as got short o'drivers)… for a piece, I even forgot about my old life an’ it didn’t even filter into my brainpan that the purple bellies…er some grudge carryin’ ex-joo bah jeh Browncoat… might be lookin’ for me… until they started showin’ up, o’course.
Din't take long after that fer me ta hitch my wagon ta... ya ain't gonna believe this... another ex-Browncoat. Fella by the name o' Wyatt Sung. Lucked inta the captainin' of a Firefly called Rocinante jus' when I was needin' ta shin out most. He din't like me none too good at first - most folk don't... I'm whatcha might call an acquired taste - matter o' fact, we pert near kilt each other when first we met. That's a story fer another time, though, puhn yoh. Let's jus' leave it wit', these days, me an ol' Wyungsung're shiny wit' each other... Truth of it is, I reckon ol' Wyatt's the one wong bah duhn inna 'Verse I c'n say I trust. If he don' shoot me first (I tend ta get 'im inta a tiff ever' now an' agin), I'll be flyin' fer th' man till the Black ain't black no more, get me?
Posted on 2010-04-22 at 13:49:51.
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Topic: New here. Durp
Subject: Hey!!!
There's nothing wrong with the coffee on days that I make it! Good coffee is supposed to be green!!!
Has something to do with 11 herbs and spices... or an ancient Chinese secret... or something like that. 
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 19:49:03.
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Topic: Prayers and Light needed
Subject: Best wishes...
...and all the good vibes I can muster, Bri.
All my best to you and your sister,
Eol
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 19:26:17.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Everything tastes like freedom... or is that chicken?
Taco
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 17:43:28.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ... or death.
Liberty
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 17:29:47.
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Topic: New Comic Art - Character concepts
Subject: Niiiiice work!
As much as I enjoyed Tianna's work on the strip, I'm looking very forward to seeing LD come back with new art... especially now that I've seen this... 
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 16:22:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Lurkers and posts
We looooooves us some lurkers, Jher! (Don' get too awful cozy up aginst Sam or th' Kid, though... they's both like to love ya more'n ya'd be expectin'...  )
Also, regarding short, back and forth posts vs PMs and one long post tying it together: I think you've got the consensus, Al; "Whatever works best for you."
Posted on 2010-04-21 at 16:18:52.
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Topic: Spell Swap Shop
Subject: Well, there you are!
First and foremost, as I said in PMs earlier, welcome to the Inn...  ... I was wondering when I'd see this thread appear?
Secondly, I'm not much of a magic user type, myself, so, unfortunately I don't have any original spells of any sort to contribute... Buuuuuut there are those among our vast array of Innmates who just loooooooove the magical-magey sorts, and the devout-divinely-inspired types who, I am sure, will be happy to share and contribute.... who knows, I may even get inspired at some point.
Aaaaand, finally... *facelick*
Posted on 2010-04-15 at 17:24:23.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Nice rifle... I don't like you...
Day Three, Newhouse Jail, Beylix, 11:10 am
“When’s the trial, Sheriff?”
“The trial? Oh! That. Well, we have to wait for the Governing council to open up so that we can have a judge assigned to Mr. Bowman’s case. Then he will have his trial and evidence will be presented.”
An’ don’t fergit th’ greasin’ o’ palms an’ th’ political pi-gu pokin’ what’s gotta go on ‘fore they fit Andy’s neck fer a noose, Dash managed to censor that thought before it got from mind to mouth; only a sardonic smirk made it to his lips as he paced a step or two towards Wolf…
(assuming a “when will that be?”)
“Well now, there is the difficulty. The council is…on vacation.”
…The smirk gave way to a derisive snort and Sam rolled his eyes at Wolf before he turned and paced those same few steps back across the floor. “Well,” the pilot chuffed, forgetting to censor himself again, “ain’t that jus’ jing zhang mei yong duh (ordinarily useless)?” He figured he knew the answer to Wyatt’s “how long” even before the Sheriff managed to spit it out…O’ course they don’t ruttin’ know how long, the look he shot in the Captain’s direction said, Y’know how it works, Wyatt… them as do all th’ dirt fer the gov’ment don’t never know half o’ what them as do the orderin’ of all th’ dirt’re up to… an’ prob’ly know why they’s doin’ th’ dirt less’n half o’ that…
Dash had a good start on pacing a respectable rut into the floor of the Sheriff’s Office when the door opened again and admitted the rather imposing figure of the man who must have been this Luke Pearson ja hwo. He stopped his back-and-forth just long enough to get a decent gander at the man, taking particular note of the sniper rifle yoked over that one shoulder, then, with the fingers of one hand scratching absently at the stubble on his chin and the fingers of the other drumming lightly against the leather of his gunbelt, turned on his heel, lifted a dubious brow at the Cap, and took back to his pacing….
((OOC: That’s about as far as I can go with Dash, at the moment, I suppose… I figure he’ll probably have let Luke’s nod go without having acknowledged it other than to blink and keep to his pacing, listening, and watching throughout the duration of Pearson’s convo with Blake and company… If the negotiations go well, I think, Sam’s got the feeling that he ain’t much gonna care for Luke bein’ aboard Roc for the return trip to Frisco… backposts, edits, and such as necessary, of course…))
Posted on 2010-04-15 at 15:21:41.
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Topic: Poems by me
Subject: Quit posting?!?!?
What?!?!?
And deprive us Innmates of your creativity and such?!?!
I think not, young lady... in fact, I believe you should post more.
Seriously, MMV... I know I don't comment a great deal on the poetry and such that gets posted by our Innmates but I do read and enjoy them. I'd hate to see yours stop showing up.
Posted on 2010-04-14 at 19:26:25.
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Topic: New here. Durp
Subject: Yes indeedily doo!!!
It would be great to see Loaded Dice picked back up again... some of us may even faint from excitement... *nods*
Comic artist, player, DM, general-lurker-in-the-wings... everwhat... we're glad to have you.
Posted on 2010-04-14 at 12:49:46.
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Topic: New here. Durp
Subject: Hehehe...
...I always put a point or two in Hide and Move Silently when I level up, Dak.
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 22:02:53.
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Topic: New here. Durp
Subject: I, for one, just love insane people!
Lunacy makes ya pretty, donchaknow? 
Welcome to the Inn, Lyra.
P.S. Do I get bonus points for facelicking the new Innmate before any of the rest of you could "warn" her?
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 21:54:58.
Edited on 2010-04-13 at 21:56:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Awwww...
...can't I have both? Throw in some lobster for good measure? If I have to choose just one, I'll go with steak... Mmmmmmm, red meat! good cow! Goood, good cow!!!
Salmon or Mahi Mahi?
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 20:00:14.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Hmmm....
I'll go with the elevator scenario... much easier to swat a couple of mouthy folks than it is to swat hundreds of angry hornets, isn't it?
Compost or Recycle?
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 19:11:52.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: o.O
Plumber
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 19:08:29.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Mmmmm
Cupcakes!
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 18:14:57.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted...
...you don't have to go to class today. In fact, you don't have to go to class any day... ever again... the faculty found the Webcam you hid in their lounge and weren't too happy with the videos you were streaming of them on your freaky little "What teachers really do with their planning time" site, so, they expelled you.
I wish I could think of a wish...
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 16:12:56.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Viva la...
...revolution!
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 16:09:46.
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Topic: Stupidest game-related utterances
Subject: LOL
Nice!
"I step in front of the train..."
Not so much an utterance as a regular occurance in... well... pick a game; any game...
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 14:31:37.
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