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Topic: What do you want in a game?
Subject: This, that, and some of those...
Like you, Skari, I can't honestly say that any particular genre, mood, etc, strikes my fancy more than any other. As long as the story is good, I'll usually enjoy the heck out of anything... 
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 22:50:00.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Better or worse?
We did indeed post... am starting to wonder though if there might not be some kind of enchantment of evil intent cast on this part of the tower... Dapple's eager to "steal another kill", Jal's having a schizoid moment, and Maximus is ready to play the mad vivisectionist with the green!
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 16:27:02.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Oh yeah?!?! Welll...ploofarbinoofinburger!
^ Doodle doodle deee
< wubba wubba wubba
V Inka dinka doo
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 16:02:24.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: LMAO... Well played!
Granted... all of life's difficulties now come with warning labels. Unfortuantely they're written in a language far older than ancient Sumerian and most of the 'symbols' have eroded from the little stone tablets.
I wish I could think of a wish.
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 15:58:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Jal... Wynter... Sybil?
Deep within the cowl of his tattered cloak, Jal couldn’t help but allow the hint of a self-satisfied smile to play on his lips. He had managed to be a little more useful this time and, as his gaze swept over his compatriots to verify that they, in fact, had all survived this latest encounter, the strange little mage couldn’t help but marvel at the effectiveness of such simple spells in such stressful situations…
You always try too hard, he heard Wynter’s voice say, I’ve told you that before, my love. In the end, it’s the simple things that are the most beautiful.
Jal’s eyes darted about the room, frantically searching for the girl for a moment, until he realized that he was remembering… remembering one of the last days he had spent with her while she still lived. He had tried to impress her, that day, by enveloping a bouquet of wildflowers in an aura of dancing flames and ice crystals. The spell had failed miserably, though; the ice had withered and frozen the delicate blooms and the flames had fallen inward to consme the dead petals before he could toss the bunch into the river. Wynter, of course, had been encouraging in spite of the failure and, as they wandered hand-in-hand back to her father’s mill, had spoken those words to him. Perhaps, he thought suddenly, it was that day that the Master had seen them together… it was only days later that he was forced to watch her die… the first time she had been taken from him… and now she had been taken from him, again…
“She’s not here,” he muttered, finally moving deeper into the room. His ice colored eyes ticking to the Green kneeling before Maximus, then, up the stairs before them… “She’s up there,” he whispered, remembering the feeling of being drawn upwards when he had used his wraithform spell earlier, “with all the rest…” He cursed himself for not having paid attention when the Greens had fallen to the fighters’ blades but, as he thought about it now, he imagined that, as their spirits were freed of their bodies they were instantly summoned upwards, as well. “…isn’t she?”
Jal’s suddenly angry gaze snapped back to the Green, then to Maximus; “Do it,” he nodded, “I want to see where his spirit goes…”
((OOC: Okay… … maybe Jal’s feeling a little more empowered now that he’s actually made it through combat awake and uninjured… maybe he’s just flipping out because Wynter wasn’t around to see it… maybe he’s starting to piece together a puzzle that’s been nagging at him since the “black hands” thing… *shrug* … If Maximus (or, as the case may be… when Dapple) kills this last Greeny, Jal’s going to make a “concentrated effort” to watch the imperial’s spirit leave the body (at DM’s discretion, of course)… For some reason, Jal’s suddenly very eager to get to the top of this tower and find out if Wynter’s there…))
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 14:34:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oops!
I thought I had posted already... apparently not, though.  I'll get something tacked up today.
Posted on 2007-11-06 at 12:19:52.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Ummm...
...drag, I guess? (I don't reckon it really matters since most used car dealerships will give you a "minimum of $3000 on your trade in" if you can do any of the three.  )
Right or three Lefts?
Posted on 2007-11-05 at 20:39:17.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yeah...
... I can see where that particualr conversation would've done that. 
Sorry about givin ya the oogies, Cap.
As a point of clarification (since I just re-read my latest in game post)... I'm going on the assumption that Sam had no clue about the Bowden's Malady referred to in Willow's latest... the *cringe" from Sam when he shook Bailey's hand should be interpreted as more of an "eeeeew... he shakes hands like a girl..." as opposed to an "Ick... he's diseased and wipin' it all over me" (if that makes sense).
Posted on 2007-11-05 at 20:29:48.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: *bows*
Thank you, mery vuch. Glad you like the results.
Now, once I get Lana's pic 'in the bag', I can throw myself, full force, into that "group picture". I think, once I get the pencils smoothed out and cleaned up, I may just give that one a shot at being "photoshop colored" only. *crosses fingers and hopes to channel Brom or Yana when that time comes*
Posted on 2007-11-05 at 20:23:48.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Damn... am I skittish or frisky?
In the sky
Sam new that his suggestion hadn’t gone unheard… hell, Wyatt had shot a side-long look his direction as soon as he’d so much as thought about it; one of them looks that said, ‘Don’ even joke ‘bout crashin’ my boat’…other than that quick glance, though, his idea hadn’t made it even as far as the might-have-run list.
“Din’t mean ta say it out loud, no how,” Dash shrugged as the Cap listened to the more optimistic replies from Miss Wil and the Kid, “I’m jus’ gonna shut my pie hole, now, an’ drive th’ boat… Bump an’ grind’s about done… Oughta be peepin’ the LZ in just a few.”
Licking his lips, Sam lost himself in the burn-through and landing routines to keep his paranoia at bay – there’d been nothing but trouble for Roc and her crew since Bellerophon and, on top of the trouble itself, no good news about it ending any time soon. Be ruttin’ shiny as hell if we’d manage to dump this cargo, get paid, and skin out without no one gettin’ lead poisonin’, he mused, Oughta do somethin’ ‘bout that chwen kitty cat an’ its gorram neck-bobs, too…
“Alright,” he heard Wyatt say, acknowledging the suggestions from the crew and making his call based on the input and gut-instinct, as Roc dipped through the clouds of Regina’s atmo, “We'll continue on in. Ash, get strapped. Willow, get all gussied up 'cause you're the ace up our sleeve at the moment. Yer gonna hafts have yer game face on, Sweetheart, or we'll like be eating jailhouse grub tonight. Once were earthbound everyone but Trish'll make landfall like were accompanying Willow as bodyguards. Let's hope that there's no registered companions portside or we're humped.”
Wyatt released the clicker and dropped the device back in its cradle. “Take us down Sam, and once we're landed get your hog's leg and meet us in the hold.”
“Roger that, Cap,” Dash nodded, reining the yoke in and pointing the Firefly at Frisco, “Be there quicker’n the Kid c’n drop his skivvies in a whorehouse.”
On the dirt
Rocinante had no sooner settled onto the landing pad, the actuators in her landing struts rocking the boat momentarily as she leveled her bulk, than Sam had locked the controls down and set off to his bunk. “Good job back there, Kid,” he hollered down the foredeck as he nudged the door to his own bunk open, “Kora’d be all tingly. Let’s hope we din’t hold this thing t’gether fer nuthin.”
A short time later the pilot climbed back out of his billet ready to wade out into Frisco’s streets. His pistol was strapped to his thigh and at the ready, of course, and he’d made sure to stow four extra loaders in his jacket pockets just in case. He had also tucked one of his derringers in a hideaway holster at the small of his back and tucked the other into his left boot, leaving space in the right for his knife. A ballistic mesh vest had been donned over the Gatling Gun Geisha t-shirt before he had shrugged into his denim jacket and slung his SPAS30 across his back (making sure to pocket a few extra rounds for the shotgun in his pockets, as well). Dash had deliberated on slinging the sniper rifle he kept under his bunk, too, but had decided against it at the last minute… If things get ugly on the pad, he decided, won’t do no good to have range, no how… Instead, he tucked a couple of the cigar-shaped flashbangs in his breast pocket, and a pair of smokers in another.
“Well, boys,” he smirked as he clomped down the steps from the catwalk and joined Wyatt and Asher in the cargo bay, “I sure’s hump hope we ain’t roosted in th’ nest of some high-falutin’ Nien Mohn knucklehead. This turns out to be some gorram official welcome wagon, we’re like ta have our pi goh put on a platter an’ handed back… Wil still gettin’ dolled up?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned, tugging the beat-up harmonica from his pocket as he leaned against the bulkhead and both men regarded him with brows raised, “I know… Dumb question, Dash.” Mercifully for Asher and Wyatt’s ears, they didn’t have to endure much of the pilot’s tuneless playing before Willow glided into the bay.
In his standard position, flanking Wyatt and a few steps back, Dash squinted against the sunlight as Roc’s bay door yawned open… his hand dipping, for a split second, to the butt of his revolver when the fanfare of horns accompanied the whooshing squelch of servos and the in-rush of dust and smog. The rather quick dispersal of the disappointed crowd as they descended the ramp surprised him a little but, at the same time, took a little bit of the sharp edge off of his twitchiness… Less they stand ‘round gawkin’ th’ better, he figured, We ain’t who they was expectin’ an’ that’s all… gooood yukkers!
He hadn’t failed to pick up on some of the chatter that had floated through the crowd, though, and wondered about who this JW fellow might be and what in the name of the great fuzzy-wuzzy above might’ve prompted these folk to even mention a kidnapping of the guy… Neither had he failed to notice the red-haired woman who had lingered much longer than many of the rest… Hell, notice wasn’t even the right word, even in his vocabulary; he’d practically ogled the woman, mentally stripping her of that plain garb that she was wearing and imagining all sorts of grappling that might take place should he manage to talk a beauty like that into his bunk… “Damn,” he muttered under his breath before Sackett lumbered over, introduced himself, and diverted the pilot’s attention from the woman, “Mebbe I ain’t in such a big ruttin’ hurry ta get this stop over with as I conjured…”
Other than offering the man a curt; “Dash”, when introductions were made (and cringing a bit at the weakness of the large man’s handshake), the pilot held his tongue and left the majority of the talking to Willow and Wyatt… Leave th’ gabbin’ ta them as is good at it, he thought, his eyes flicking back to where he’d seen the red-head just a moment ago…Ta mah duh! Now where’d she get to?
“…Now, if’n you don’t mind showing us where we’re supposed to unload this cargo and get paid, I’d be right obliged.”
“Yeah,” Dash added, his eyes still roving the surroundings for any signs of the red-haired woman, “an’ if’n ya don’ mind showin’ me where ta find that yummy li’l copper-top as was standin’ over there, I’ll be yer best gorram friend inna world!”
((OOC: Ya had to go and throw a green eyed, red-head in the mix, didn’t ya? Ow… Dash is about ta get in trouble, I think…  Where did she go?!?!))
Posted on 2007-11-05 at 17:35:07.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: That's...
...two wedgies for Tann! The second one rips yer skivvies, mogubo! Wanna go for three - that's the one where the waistband of yer BVDs gets pulled over yer head and tucked firmly under yer nose.
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 18:27:04.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Shiny... I like it. :)
Also, I think I may have found our loverly Doc's BG... I went ahead and tacked it on to Miss Wil's entry in the characters thread... Take a look and let me know if that's the right stuff.
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 18:12:08.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yeeeeeah!
That'd be cool... I thought I had Miss Wil's background stored somewhere, too. Try as I might, though, I haven't found it yet.
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 17:01:02.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Mack
I've added Mack's (pending) character sheet to the Characters of Rocinante thread and moved Kora's entry to the bottom under "retired crew".
Once I find Mack's portrait (and finish it up, if necessary) I'll slip that in there, too... In the meantime, picture Jason Statham... grubby him up a bit and give him more wrenches and fewer guns.
Post for Dash also in the works and coming soon.
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 15:51:40.
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Topic: Characters in Rocinante
Subject: The Pilot
Name: Samuel (Sam) Dash
Position: Pilot
Agility: d10
Strength: d6
Vitality: d8
Alertness: d8
Intelligence: d6
Willpower: d6
Skills
- Covert d6
- Discipline d4
- Guns d6
- Pilot d6
- mid-bulk transports d10
- gunships d8
- Perception d6
- Knowledge d6
- Unarmed Combat d6
- Planetary Vehicles d6
- Technical Engineering d6
Assets (* Denotes might not be known to all):
Fightin' Type - Sam is always ready for a tussle
Born behind a Wheel - there ain't a ship that Sam can't fly
*Cortex Spectre - Sam ain't Sam and there ain't many as know it.
Lightening Reflexes - Fast Draw, quick to react.
Complications:
Twitchy - When Everyone is out to get you, it pays to be paranoid
Crude - Sam speaks his mind without filters
Credo - Sam won't let innocent people get killed or hurt if he can help it
*Deadly Enemy - Sterling Phoenix, a former Browncoat wants Sam dead
Action Figure comes with:
Avenger (sound-suppressed rvlr w/ sight): D: d6w Mag: 8 R: 100ft Wt: 3 Rate:3 Cost: 37c
Neotech Derringer(x2): D:d6w Mag:2 R: 20ft Wt:.5 Rate:2 Cost 10c (20)
Combat Knife: D:d4w Wt: 2 Cost: 4c
Commando CM30 (LD Sniper Rifle): D:d8w Mag:5 R: 1000 Wt: 10 Rate: 1 Cost: 45c
Ballistic Mesh Vest: AR: 1W*Wt: 4 Cost: 46c
Gun Cleaning Kit: Cost:2c
Mags for Avenger (4) - 32 rds
Mags for derringers (2 ea) - 8 rds
Mags for Sniper Rifle (4) - 20 rds
Harmonica
Back History
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 time, I flew (among other things) for 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 how as 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, big damn guay tuh guay known 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 scow bound for Beylix off the plex an' never looked back.
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?
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Sam vanished one day after seeing a face in a crowd that clearly spooked him. He spent the next two years "hiding out" on Jiangyin, working as a ranch hand and minding his own business as best he could... up until a chance encounter in the saloon in Pinedale drew the sheriff's attention and set Sam up to go after The Deadman Gang. In the wake of that adventure, Dash found himself "waitin' an' celebratin'" with a beautiful young lady calling herself Jenny.
As it turned out, Jenny was a representative of the Companions Guild, sent with a security team to locate and apprehend Dash... and, much to his surprise, have him (Morgan Trent, that is) pardoned of all his crimes against the Alliance before delivering him back to the family he'd sadly left behind two years past.
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 15:46:59.
Edited on 2017-06-15 at 10:00:10 by Alacrity
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: What guilt? Where?
Nah... I'm not peddling guilt. Just having a bit of fun with that project and, since the end result will be Lana, anyway... *shrugs*
I could tweak it to be a death scene...  j/k
Posted on 2007-11-02 at 13:25:27.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Thanks! :)
Yeaaaaah... I'll still finish Lana's pic... I sorta implied to Ayrn that I'd make sure I did, after all.
Besides, I'm using the thing as part of a "side project", anyway... Geeked or not geeked, there'll be a Lana pic here sooner or later. 
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 21:27:06.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Does that mean...
...I need to find a bunch of blood-red colored pencils for Lana's pic?
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 20:31:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Lana, we hardly knew ye!
Just realized that Tri's dropping... sorry to see that happen, Tri, but completely understand the reason. Best wishes to you and yours.
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 20:26:16.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Shia LeBoeuf
Definitely an actor to keep an eye on. This kid first caught my attention when doing the "Even Stevens" bit on the Disney Channel - thanks to my little Jinx for introducing me to that, still hilarious show - and, as he got older and started showing up in more and more stuff, particularly movies, I thought; "Wow, this kid can really capture a screen no matter what role he's playing!" In fact, I don't think that Will Smith's "I, Robot" would've held my attention for too long if they hadn't thrown Shia in as some "comic relief".
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 16:48:26.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: MMM...
...silver haired chicks with armor and guns!
Yali's pic is so close to 'done' I can't help but post it... Just needs some sharpening up and a bit of detail work on the background, yet but, for what it's worth here it is.
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 11:03:55.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Spiffy... Jal's practically usefull
two rounds in a row even! 
The "split-second" change of target was good, too, Al... ... considering the way things went, I figure that Jal would have done exactly that.
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 18:14:01.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: I just love it...
...when I finish the pencils for a picture and get everything cleaned up and prepped for color only to discover, once I've dragged my crate of colored pencils out, that I'm missing all of my blacks... Oh...wait... there's one... that's about a millimeter long! 
On a very related note: I love it when I buy my kids, nephews, neices, etc their own art supplies but they still prefer to use mine... Really.... I do...
Posted on 2007-10-29 at 17:01:53.
Edited on 2007-10-29 at 17:05:20 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Meh... okay...
Granted... *sprays a can of Reethy-B-Gone*... you're no longer Aretha... ya just look like her.
I wish I wasn't such an idiot. 
Posted on 2007-10-29 at 14:22:59.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Dark clouds and silver linings...
...and all that, I suppose.
Sorry to hear about the job, glad to hear you'll get some post time.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 22:00:08.
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