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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: *brain explodes trying to imagine either*
Whoa... geez... I guess if I had to choose just one, I'd go for the clean shaven Grugg... at least we could make some nice, warm sweaters, or scarves, or something from the clippings. If we shaved the 'stache' we'd get enough for a tea-cozy and that's about it.
Low Fat or Fat Free?
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 17:33:30.
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Topic: Noah's first birthday!
Subject: *hands Raven a Geritol*
*downs a handful himself*
Talk about feeling old... my oldest will be 21 this Saturday! 
It is crazy to think that it's been a year since our little RDI Baby Boom, though... Where does that time go?
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 13:23:39.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Hey! I've had this dream before!
It spits out a pencil-whipped TPR report... with no coversheet!
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I feed it a red, swingline stapler....
...and then go to find some clothes. 
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 12:54:57.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks...
...you provided the inspiration, though, sir. I simply took what you gave me with the Doc's part and played off of it as I 'heard' Sam doing.
As to Albert's injuries vs. Sam's... I figured that ol' Dash was a far sight worse off than the teller but, what with Sam's credo and such, I figured he could be laying there sans arms, legs, and left eye and would still want to make sure as to the welfare of any 'innocents' that might've had the sad luck to be sucked into 'his messes'... As long as them as weren't deservin' made it out alive, Dash's conscience can stay clear... er... well, clear as opposed to what it usually is, anyway.
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 01:37:53.
Edited on 2008-09-12 at 13:13:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: For my part...
...and based on my motivation and enthusiasm for this particular adventure, at the moment. I've honestly tried to get myself back into the Trek frame of mind (or, at minimum, the Mac frame of mind) but am still finding it elusive.
So, if it's a definitive 'yay' or 'nay' that you're looking for, unfortunately, I think it's going to be a 'nay' for me... at least right now.
Sorry.
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 00:56:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Doctor/Patient Confidentiallity
He didn’t remember moving. Hell, he didn’t even remember dreaming enough to have caused him to move. It didn’t matter whether he remembered or not, though; he must have moved because that gorram machine was telling him to be still again. “Buddha’s balls,” Sam grumbled without opening his eyes, “would ya get off my ruttin’ back? Ta ma duh! Nag, nag, nag!”
“Yeah,” Sam’s eyes shot open and he flinched enough at the sound of the Doctor’s voice to cause the machine to repeat itself, “She is a pushy thing but she’ll be done with you in a short time. You are healing nicely, Mr Dash.”
Sam blinked, his hand resting on the grips of his pistol, and regarded the doctor suspiciously… nervously… for a long moment. The guy was older and what some might call distinguished lookin’ - Bet ya’d make Miss Will’s heart jus’ flutter right outta her silken li’l chest, wouldn’ ya? - with something about his eyes that said, maybe in his younger days, he’d been one tough wong bah duhn where both brainpan and brawn were concerned. Something in those same eyes told Sam that, physically, the Doc wasn’t so tough anymore though the brainpan was probably good and keen, yet. “Glad ya approve,” Sam nodded finally, “Can ya get it ta shut up?”
“Sorry,” the doctor chuckled, “part of the design, I’m afraid.”
“Shiny.”
“By the way,” the older man smiled, “I’m Doctor McGuire. I helped Miss Willow patch you up.”
“Pleezdameetcha, Doc,” Sam nodded faintly, “Much obliged fer th’ mendin’.”
“That’s some doctor you’ve got taking care of you, Mr Dash,” Doc McGuire continued, “although, I’m not sure why she bandaged your face cause it ain’t hurt.”
Bandaged my wha’? Dash’s free hand – the one as wasn’t still restin’ on the Avenger – drifted towards his face and tentatively touched the gauze that he just realized was wrapped securely aroud his head. Right. All the boomin’ an’ buzzin’ at th’ bank like called a Purple Belly patrol in from orbit. Aw, Willow, I do so love ya, darlin’. “Yeah,” Sam grinned, realizing that the woman had probably did her best to disguise him from the Alliance and, perhaps, also recalling his recent dreams of Roc’s resident boo-boo kisser, “Will’s somethin’ else a’right. Prob’ly bagged my head as she don’ like ta seem my ugly mug when she gets me nekkid.”
“We all have our reasons, I’m sure,” Doc McGuire laughed. “So how are you feeling? Any pain?”
Dash shot the doc a look that said ‘are ya ruttin’ kiddin’ me?’ then shook his head; “Not much…C’n I get up?”
McGuire shook his head. “You have about another two hours or so to go,” he said, “and then you should just rest here over night. Wolf is outside to keep an eye on you, which is good because I’m an early to bed, early to rise kind of doctor.”
“Two hours? Shun Sheng Duh Gao Wahn! Supposin’ I gotta take a piss er somethin’,” Sam joked before nodding in the direction of the still unconscious teller, “Izzat what-‘is-name? From the bank?”
Dr McGuire glanced at the man and then back at Sam; “Albert. Yes.”
“He gonna be a’right?”
((Assuming a “Yes, Mr Dash, it’ll take a bit of time but I’m sure he’ll recover.”))
“Good,” Sam nodded, “good. Listen, there was a woman wit’ me at th’ bank… Miss Brigit… I notice she ain’t here. Reckon that means she’s okay t’boot? That is ta say, she din’t get all shot up er uglified er nothin’, right?”
((Assuming another affirmative answer of some sort.))
“Ku,” Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that all of the innocents in the bank had made it out alive took an immense load off of his conscience… he still felt right poorly for Albert, of course, but at least the guy was gonna live and, from what the Doc said, Miss Brigit was still as luscious as ever. “Whatcha know ‘bout that schoolmarm, anyhoo, Doc? Don’ recollect ever runnin’ inta a woman quite like her anywhere’s else, get me?”
((OOC: And stop… Took some minor liberties with the Doc’s dialogue, there… If I overstepped at all, I can change stuff. Dash is just looking for general info on Miss Brigit, of course, to satify his own fantasies and, maybe to kill some time without bein’ bord as all guay layin here on his back… If Doc McGuire offers up anything more, though… Well, I won’t be shocked, crushed, or otherwise offended… ))
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 23:46:50.
Edited on 2008-09-11 at 01:29:01 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Awww shucks!
It doesn't hurt that there's a hot red-head gettin' me all shot up, neither! If ya gotta get shot, that's the way ta get 'er done... 'specially if'n Miss Will gets ta patch ya up after... oh... an' there was this set o' twins out on Lilac, right? Well, puhn yoh, lemme tell ya somethin', oncet upon a time I were grapllin' wit' these two an'...
...awww the hell with it...
...I'll be in my bunk.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 21:30:58.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Yep. That'd do it!
Hmmm... because you couldn't pick up a date at the family reunion.
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What exactly is a super collider, anyway?
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 21:25:45.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Hmmm...
...seeing as light is energy I would say that it's got to get up to at least zero and a half... give or take the square root of a round pi.
What does it take to out-weird the Gruggster?
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 20:01:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: New beginnings
“… of course not, dear lady,” Matthias smiled at Gwanelle as they strolled along beside the Archmage of Freegate, trailing respectfully behind Dwan and his servant Terrin, “were I to be deterred by every tale I have ever heard about the untimely ending of a mage on some mission I should likely have never have set foot outside Wintershiven to begin with. Besides, from what I’ve heard of this one you call Spellbinder – and, of course, the very little to which I can personally attest – it was an ending that he longed for and, perhaps, actively sought.
Pity not the man who chooses to die, nor fear for him, for in death he may have found a new way of living,” he was saying as the doors to the meeting hall were thrown open, revealing to him for the first time the fellowship of adventurers whom both the Lord and Archmage of Freegate held in such high regard, “or so I’ve heard it said once or more.”
Gwanelle ended their banter, replying only with a nod and a smile of her own, continuing on in Dwan’s wake as Matthias’ pace slowed, his smile brightened a bit, and his amber eyes took in the members of the troupe. It wasn’t difficult to associate the names he had learned with the figures and faces that occupied Dwan’s briefing chambers.
The knight, Arien Thedell, would have been easily recognizable even without the highly polished armor and other accoutrements – the man carried himself with a noble bearing and exuded an air that would have belied his station even if he were to be dressed in a beggar’s rags. Proud and straight, emanating a near palpable aura of duty and honor, his proud eyes snapping like the pennants caught in the winds over the turrets of a familial keep. Yes, a noble and a knight through to the core, this one.
The gladiator, Maximus, too, would have been easily enough singled out even if Gwanelle’s earlier description of the man hadn’t included so many details – first, he was the only one among them that clearly evidenced Sueli bloodlines and, secondly, the man was a mountain of hardened sinew covered with a skin toughened by myriad scars that could have only been earned in the gladiatorial arenas. It was, Maximus, as Matthias understood it, who had become close friends with the spiritualist-mage on this group’s last venture and, thus, the one who had grieved the most. Perhaps it was this that had etched a hint of sadness into the former gladiator’s otherwise hardened gaze.
Similarly obvious was Kilgim - being the only dwarf in the party, not to mention having the tattoo of his god tattooed prominently on his forehead – was readily identifiable as the party’s steadfast cleric. A stout and sturdy warrior, a wise and devout disciple of his faith, and a font of divine healing magics were all words that Gwanelle had imparted in her descriptions Lord Dwan’s cousin and, if first impressions spoke for anything, none of those words had been ill-spent.
Then, the ranger, Char… how could he be mistaken for anything other than a man of the Wild Coast? …of the lot of them, he was the most notable; at least, here in this urban setting. The rugged woodsman wore the essence of the wilderness about him like a finely tailored suit of clothes - well-fitting and well-worn, as if made for him alone and – it was a spectacular sight and, yet, so very out of place. From what Rath knew of Char’s ilk, the man likely chaffed when required to spend more than the shortest of hours in the looming oppression that was the city.
The young man brooding in a shadowed corner of the room, though, offset the ranger perfectly. As the ranger knew the ways and wiles of those places fashioned by the gods so did the irascible Dapple Moon surely know the ways and wiles of those crafted by mortals. Much more than a simple thief, Gwanelle had cautioned, and much more dangerous. The boots attest to that much, Matthias decided as he took quick notice the lad’s footwear, one doesn’t come across a pair of those cheaply. Nor do they typically clomp about in them without the remainder of the uniform. The pseudodragon curled on Dapple’s shoulder, also, was as curious an accessory for a rogue as the Green boots. Already a much more interesting young man in person than even the Archmage’s depictions might have originally evoked.
Adrian Valentine; even if the battlemage hadn’t been the last of the troupe to have been caught in Rath’s gaze, it wouldn’t have been difficult to pick him out, even in spite of the disfigured tattoo that gave away his once declared his allegiance to the Empire’s Red Corps. It wasn’t with any sort of regularity that one just up and left the ranks of the Reds (or any faction of the Empire for that matter) and it was even rarer still for one who had done so to continue living for too long afterwards. Valentine, though, had managed quite nicely it seemed and had gained some notoriety in certain circles for having done so.
Matthias offered a friendly nod or smile to each as his eyes danced past, then, having completed his initial perusal of the famous fellowship, found a spot among them and settled himself into a seat. The bird perched on his shoulder ruffled its wings and squawked in protest at the change of altitude… “Clyde, shhhh,” Matthias said softly, lifting a hand to scritch at the bird’s neck, “all in good time. Let’s hear what Lord Dwan might have to say before you offer any opinion, shall we?” … The bird pecked at the mage’s finger, tilted its head curiously, then resigned to preening its feathers as the Lord of the Iron League cleared his throat and began to speak.
As the dwarf began by offering his thanks to them all for their participation and, also, chastising Dapple – apparently for some additional expense Dwan had incurred in order to get the rogue to show up – Terrin appeared before Matthias, offering a goblet of fine wine that the mage had truly only thought about wanting a moment before. “My thanks, master Terrin,” Matthias nodded, accepting the goblet and sipping appreciatively at the exotically dark vintage. Rath had just finished that first tasting when Dwan’s words suggested that he was introducing the mage to the others in the group…
“This is Matthias Rath, a mage of vast power who has served the Iron League before,” Dwan rumbled, prompting Matthias to get to his feet, “I have asked him to join you on this particular mission because of the possible arcane threat involved. I trust him as I do all of you so, please, welcome him as an addition to the team.”
The mage affected his most charming smile as he turned and offered a respectful bow to the assembled adventurers (an action which sent the bird, Clyde, flapping away to find a new perch atop a nearby bookshelf). “Gentlemen,” he said, rising from the bow and straightening the front of his coat, “A pleasure to be serving with all of you, I’m sure.” He lifted his goblet in a wordless toast to the company, indulged in another sip of the wine, and then turned and sketched a bow to the dwarf Lord before reclaiming his seat.
Matthias listened with rapt fascination as Dwan continued with the briefing, taking particular notice when the dwarf lord and Freegate’s Archmage seemed to disagree over semantics at a certain point… Clyde (not the bird), of course, had perked up instantly when Dwan had mentioned Helvorn, though, and Mathias found it difficult to focus, at times, with that one rambling incessantly on about moving ‘farther south’… Should you care for me to live through this and have any hopes of making it as far south as you’d like, Matthias thought in Clyde’s direction, you may wish to keep silent so that I might know what to expect, hmm?
And should you like to continue wearing hair as opposed to say noodles, Clyde returned, you might want to take a different tone. The entity chuckled as a suddenly nervous Rath reached up for his own head as if to ascertain that the waves of hair hadn’t transformed into the threatened noodles and then breathed a sigh of relief, masking the momentary panic by pushing a shock of hair back behind an ear. Don’t worry, Matty, I’m paying real close attention to what ol’ stumpy there has to say. If you miss anything, I’ll be sure to remind you of it at some point.
That’s what worries me… Rath indulged in another sip of his wine and tried his best to tune out Clyde’s voice and absorb the rest of the briefing. It wasn’t a long consultation by any means. In fact, it seemed to be drawing to its end before Matthias had managed another sip of his wine.
Gwanele had risen from her seat and was casting her gaze from face to face, seemingly ready to call the meeting to a close; “Any questions?”
“Hold on Gwanele.” Dwan interrupted, “Tell them the other stuff.”
“It really doesn’t concern the mission,” the woman protested after nervously (?) regarding the party and then fixing her gaze back on the dwarf.
Here comes the good part, Clyde snickered.
“They are risking their lives for me,” Dwan stated firmly, “I won’t send them in without knowing everything. You know that. They have met those possessed by demons in both missions. They found the crystals. They are tied to this somehow and you know it.”
The archmage sighed ruefully, “How much do any of you know about the Elven blood wars?”
Ding! Clyde’s voice boomed, causing Matthias to flinch just enough to splash a bit of wine onto the front of his coat, There it is! Remember what I told you about all of this, Matty? Most likely everyone in this room knows the ‘history’ and ‘legend’ of it all but I’ll bet gold to goose-eggs that they don’t know all of what I told ya… Might wanna share with your new friends, mightn’t ya?
I suppose so, Matthias answered, rolling his eyes as he brushed at the spilled wine on his lapel, Could I convince you to remain quiet while I do?
Let’s take that as it goes, why don’t we?
The mage swallowed an exacerbated sigh with another mouthful of wine, his amber eyes ticking from one mortal face to the next and, finally coming to rest once more on Gwanele. “A bit more than what might be passed along in a standard history lesson, perhaps, my Lady,” he answered, rising to his feet again before beginning to relate the history of the Elven Blood Wars as it had been told to him.
“Long ago, the elves discovered and began toying with things they called ‘gates,’ hoping that the magic in them would enable them to transport themselves almost instantly across great distances. Things don’t go quite as expected and, when the elves managed to open their first gate, the world was subjected to Lolth’s meddlings and, thus, the drow. Lolth, eventually, was banished back to the nether-realms, of course, but not before the seeds of dissent were sown amongst the elves… lots of infighting, fingerpointing, blamestorming, and the like… high, grey, and wood elves all follow separate paths afterwards, the gates are sealed and even so much as the knowledge to use the things is forbidden.
All goes well for the next three thousand years or so until some grey elf with a power complex and no taste for being told what is and isn’t allowed locates another one of these gates and, once again, tries to activate the thing. He manages to do so, of course, this time unleashing Azazel, along with his legions of shadow elves and dragons, on the face of Oerth. Elves weren’t the only victims this time, though. Three thousand years had seen the dawnings of men and dwarves and halflings in the world and, so, each of these races, too, got to experience what happens when things better left alone are meddled with. The grey elves fled before Azazel’s army, you see, and led the dragons and shadow elves right to Valour – which, as I understand it, is where the Imperial prejudice against elves of all sorts finds its origins.
Eventually, at the hands – or perhaps minds would be a better choice of anatomy – of a human mage and a Halfling, Azazel winds up getting himself and his hordes trapped or tricked back into the abyss and, afterwards, the gates were supposedly all destroyed. The humans in Valour began the wholesale slaughter of anyone with pointed ears who might have been found inside their borders and, once done, start expanding outwards until finally becoming the Empire with which all of us are familiar today and that’s where the story ends in most tellings.” Matthias paused then, his eyes searching the faces of those assembled here, and indulged in another sip of wine.
“However,” he continued after a moment longer, “I have it on some authority that the opening of the gate which freed Azazel was not the last time the gates were trifled with. There was yet another elf, some three hundred years ago or so – during the time when the humans and elves alike were rallying against the Emperor Fax, I think his name was – who stumbled upon one of the gates that was apparently missed during the razing of the things following Azzy’s banishment. This elf managed to open the gate but, as the tale goes, was discovered and the gate closed before anything from the other side managed to get through…”
Matthias’ amber eyes flick toward the raven perched not far away on the bookcase, then skim the party again as the bird returns to his shoulder.
“…Despite what might be said in that regard, though,” he continued, staring into the depths of his goblet at the near black remains of the wine, “I’m not entirely certain that I believe that. Just because mortal eyes didn’t glimpse the happening does not mean that the happening did not occur, regardless of what historians might have us believe and not all of those that dwell in the outer planes are as fond of a grand entrance as Lolth and Azazel might have been…”
((OOC: Wheeee! There we go, off and running with a new mage! I’ll leave it there, for now, I suppose… don’t want to get to much farther into it without a bit from the rest and/or perhaps some interjections from the NPC side of things. Room for interjection, interruption, etc throughout all of this, of course. Edits, backposts, and all of that as necessary.))
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 17:50:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Can you blame me?
The last time I posted to CWWLLO, I died fer the luv o' pete!
Just kidding... post for Matthias is almost done.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 16:18:19.
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Topic: EVERYONE HAS TO SEE THIS
Subject: They've got some other entertaining bits...
...on ImprovAnyEverywhere.com, too, as Loki mentioned in the original post. Watched last night where they filled a subway car with identical twins to cause a 'mirror effect'... Pretty spectacular.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 14:17:56.
Edited on 2008-09-10 at 16:17:02 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: What is Your Light Saber colour?
Subject: Jedi Sentinels
As Admiral mentioned, saber color being "assigned" to a particular "type" of Jedi isn't necessarily what would be called Star Wars cannon... it is, however, somewhat established in the RPGs, video games, and other 'expanded universe' stuff. In many of those you'll find it mentioned that a blue saber is typically carried by a Jedi Guardian (this being a Jedi who uses the Force more to enhance his combat abilities, physical skills, etc), green sabers are often associated with Jedi Consulars (Jedi who use the Force more to develop/enhance their intellectual/diplomatic/whatever abilities)... and then there are the Jedi Sentinels with their yellow sabers. Sentinels, from what I understand, are the "middle ground" between Guardians and Consulars where use of the force is concerned and, really, are more the 'watchmen' of the Jedi order. Sentinels are tasked with keeping an eye on the dark side, so to speak... If a Jedi turns to the dark side, for instance, a Sentinel may be tasked to find and either redeem (bring back to the light side) or elminate the dark Jedi, etc.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 12:39:42.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Unknown....
...the "real Eol" is either a figment of the world's collective imagination -embodying all of the psychosis and mental illnesses we all have but are afraid to own - or the bastard half-brother of Lucky the Leprechaun - who never so much as made into a Lucky Charms commercial, let alone onto the front of the box because, rather than using his rainbow magic to escape the children chasing him, he used it to create advanced weaponry with which to blow the wee-bastards ta kingdom come - the jury's still out on that one. Film at 11.
Why not?
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 17:32:28.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...
Monty Hall with jaundice.
I feed it the last three posting games threads through which I've been stalking Lysk ("How it's done", "Last one to post", and "^,<,V" )
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 17:24:42.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That wasn't no unitard... it were a 'tracksuit' LOL
^ Dr Giggles
< Dr No (as in, "Whatever your help desk question is, the answer is No!")
V HellOOOOOOOOOooooooo Nurse!!! 
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 17:21:31.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: ???
Barefoot magma skiing
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 17:14:48.
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Topic: How It's Done
Subject: Step 1
Find a stinky baby!  
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 17:14:05.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: The real RotS...
...is actually a disembodied, cybernetic brain that's kept floating in a Claussen pickle jar full of lime jell-o, in a secret sub-basement at Wright Patterson Air Force Base. The brain itself was discovered amidst the now 'infamous' UFO crash near Roswell, NM in the 1940's and, originally was presumed to have been ejected from an extra terrestrial's cranium upon the craft's impact with the earth. However, it was later discovered that all of the E.T.s recovered from the Roswell crash did, in fact, have their noodles completely intact, brains safely locked inside. After years of intensive study, it has been determined that the 'entity' now calling itself Ruler of the Shadows (or RotS, as the case may be) was actually the result of a piece of the crashing spacecraft's thermonuclear popcorn popper being ejected from the craft moments before impact and colliding with the skull of a common, longhorn steer.... or something like that... ummm... i can neither confirm nor deny the existence of UFOs, aliens, or alien/bovine hybrid technology at Wright Patterson AFB something something something...
Who is the real Lys'Khala?
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 14:33:03.
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Topic: Noah's first birthday!
Subject: Yeah...what Lysk said!
Stoopid "websphere" filtering nonsense, anyway. I can understand blocking some stuff but photobucket? Come on!
Happy b-day, Noah! 
Posted on 2008-09-08 at 19:29:29.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: The other white meat
Pig... better odds of winding up as a pet as opposed to a three piece dinner with mashed potatoes and green beans.
Rabies shots or spinal tap?
Posted on 2008-09-08 at 14:25:08.
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Topic: Keeping PC's alive
Subject: LOL
I wonder which category I fall into... stupidity or gnarly bad luck? Personally, I like to think I've got the middle ground, there.
Speaking as a player who's lost (or come really darn close to haviung lost) a character or seventeen, though - while the DMs efforts to keep a player alive is always appreciated on a very high level [/buttkiss] - I rather enjoy it when my character 'buys the farm' in certain circumstances.
Jal Spellbinder in Alacrity's CWWLLO game is a perfect example. Jal was a really fun character to play and, honestly, I had hopes and dreams for him once I got firmly into the role... thing is, that boy was a lost cause from the word go... poor, spooky Jal... *moment of silence*... Anyway, as was bound to happen, ol' Spooky bit the big one in a major way. Quite a bummer but quite a thrill all at once... It was a fantastic death and I couldn't think of a better way for Jal Spellbinder to have passed into legend! 
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 21:42:07.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: o.O
but only when
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 19:43:02.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I vote for both!
It's kind of like watching Firefly or Serenity and enjoying the Tv Episodes or the Movie immensely, then, hitting the special features and watching the blooper reels! As entertaining as the show/movie was by itself, watching the outtakes just added that much more to the experience.
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 18:16:51.
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Topic: How It's Done
Subject: Yoiks
11. Scream in agony as cat goes ballistic and climbs you like a christams tree.
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 16:31:03.
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