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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: kill
If one person asks, I'm gonna kill them in a painfully messy sorta way.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 19:24:52.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: I'll start
I want....a chicken sandwich, with lettuce and tomatoes and mayo, salt , pepper and a sharp mustard.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 18:26:47.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Totally Random Thoughts
A new posting game!
ok... here is the game...
Dah Rules:
1- If you open this topic, you must type the first thing that pops into your mind in the body box
2- No fair changing your mind about it
3- No editing allowed other that spelling
4- No replying to other peoples posts unless that is the first thing that pops into your head
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 18:25:48.
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Topic: Alacrity's Corner
Subject: 4e
Complicated
Based on the song of the same name by Avril Lavigne
Uh huh, Rules say this.
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
The Rules say this,
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Back off, whatcha you talking bout?
You’re wrong, of that I have no doubt,
And if you would just let it slide,
You’d realize,
I liked the rules so much more,
Before Gary was shown the door,
And you’re talking to me, three point five, it does not jive
Books stacked high, and I don’t know why,
You want us to play, I want it away,
You think it’s so cool, It looks likes a mess to me,
Tell me,
Why do you have to go and make rules so complicated?
I read the new rules and my head starts to feel like it’s over-inflated,
Rules like this, you roll
And you roll, and you go, and you sneak,
And you creep through the charts, and the degrees of Difficulty,
Opportunity attacks I’m never gonna find this worth it.
No no no
You bring over a new character,
Rolled up this Monk/sorceror,
With all these skills, and you’ve got the feats,
You’re killing me,
Magic is alphabetized,
Arcane maybe it’s divine,
You know Marketing’s in charge,
When you’re spend large,
Books stacked high, and I don’t know why,
You want us to play, I want it away,
You think it’s so cool, It looks likes a mess to me,
Tell me,
Why do you have to go and make rules so complicated?
I read the new rules and my head starts to feel it’s over-inflated,
Rules like this, you roll
And you roll, and you go, and you sneak,
And you creep through the charts, and the degrees of Difficulty,
Opportunity attacks I’m never gonna find this worth it.
No no no
Back off, whatcha you talking bout?
You’re wrong, of that I have no doubt,
And if you would just let it slide,
You’d realize,
Books stacked high, and I don’t know why,
You want us to play, I want it away,
You think it’s so cool, It looks likes a mess to me,
Tell me,
Why do you have to go and make rules so complicated?
I read the new rules and my head starts to feel it’s over-inflated,
Rules like this you roll
And you roll, and you go, and you sneak,
And you creep through the charts, and the degrees of Difficulty,
Opportunity attacks I’m never gonna find this worth it.
No no no
Why do you have to go and make rules so complicated?
I read the new rules and my head starts to feel it’s over-inflated,
Rules like this you roll
And you roll, and you go, and you sneak,
And you creep through the charts, and the degrees of Difficulty,
Opportunity attacks I’m never gonna find this worth it.
No no no
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 15:25:54.
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Topic: Alacrity's Corner
Subject: Alacrity's Corner
I decided to make a thread with some of my fluff writing, poetry and parody songs.
The Portrait
Based on “The Picture” by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow
Lyrics by Roger (Alacrity) Briant
Boy:
Living my life as an undead,
Different girl every night just to keep fed,
I have feared the sunlight,
For thirty days.
Been fueling up on hot blood and misery,
Though I know a good girl that missed me,
Lord I hate being in this vampire way.
I saw your portrait today,
Wished I could cry away,
I can’t look at you while I’m drinking blood from her,
I saw your portrait today,
Wished I could cry away,
I can’t look at you while I’m drinking blood from her,
Oooo.
Girl:
I saw you last night in the old crypt,
Nobody knew but the word slipped,
And those hard sharpen teeth tell me, something just ain’t right,
I’ve had a hammer and stake for a long time,
Stirring up my courage with cheap wine,
Know that I must face you this damn night,
I put your portrait away,
I know you are not really him,
I can’t look at you when I put the stake in,
I put your portrait away,
I know you are not really him,
I can’t look at you when I put the stake in,
I saw you yesterday in the graveyard, (Girl)
I knew it gonna happen if it went this far, (Boy)
Since you’ve been gone my world’s been dark and grey, (Together)
You cornered me in my last hideout, (Boy)
I half hoped that I could turn you about, (Girl)
I was bringing a cleric, (Girl)
You were never to see me this way! (Boy)
Together:
I think about all of the damned time,
My love for you still plagues upon my mind,
I can’t understand how you can live life this way.
I found your portrait today,
You’ll never change your ways,
I just came to say I love you, just one last time.
I found your portrait today,
You’ll never change your ways,
I just came to say I love you, just one last time.
I just came to say I love you, goodbye my love.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 15:22:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: New character
This is the background of Yeolde's character so far. I am think he will be a friend of Wyatt's family in some way.
History- Thanks to his rich parentage, Andrew attended Osiris University where he obtained a Doctorate in Technical Engineering. After graduation, he taught at Osiris University and even earned tenure. He made many friends with connections in the Alliance where he learned that the Alliance was protecting the core planets and abandoning the border and rim worlds and hiding the truth from general populace.
He tried to get others behind a cause to stop the Alliance abuse of what he saw as needy people in the border planets. Instead of help he found threats from the Alliance against his job and even his life.
Abandoning school he left for the outer worlds much to dismay of rich family back on Bellerophon. Having always had a natural gift for technical things and being rich he had access to some very sophisticated electronic gears. He took up the gun to survive, and due to fast reflexes became a very deadly gunfighter. Due to his technical expertise, education and eloquent way of speaking, he picked up the nickname ‘The Professor’.
He shunned his former life and his family, and when his parent passed away his younger brother, Thomas, took over the family estate and warned his brother never to return.
He earned his facial scar, and lost his left eye, in a fight with a man who attacked him with a knife; killing the man in self defense he earned a vendetta by the man’s family. Fortunately the man’s family doesn’t have the money to hire someone to kill him, but relatives of the man are out to get him, if they can find him.
Through the years he has given up trying to help everyone in the border worlds, now he just tries to survive and help those he comes across. He sided with the Independence and fought for a time and served as a tech specialist until he was wounded, captured and spent a year in an Alliance prison. He was released after the war ended and took whatever odd jobs he could to make a living since he was cut off from his family inheritance and didn’t really want it anyway.
His last ship, a Dragonfly class named Prospect, was his home for over a year until unfortunately the Captain was jailed and the ship confiscated by the Alliance on smuggling charges and the crew had to break off to find other gainful employ.
Now Andrew is looking for a ship on which to serve and a new ‘family’ as it were.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 01:20:30.
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Topic: New Account
Subject: Hello
Greetings Emily. Welcome to the Inn. Glad to see you have come by to join us here and i hope you enjoy it enough to stay awhile.
Now if I could just convince my daughter Veronica to join as well.
Posted on 2008-10-18 at 11:53:38.
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Topic: Entertainment for geeks
Subject: Al chimes in
First off, my thanks to Olan for giving life to my work. I really do the parodies as a bit of fluff writing but it is still great to hear them done.
I do take requests if anyone is interested. I will be adding a threead to the creative forum with some of my works that are not not the site already.
With the new set up on the site, I wonder if people even know we have poems, songs and stories posted. it used to be front and centred but now it is lost in a menu bar.
Posted on 2008-10-18 at 11:51:55.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: oh boy
Charging Gladiator, blinking mage, interposing knight
Grease Spell
I...I...I...don't know where to begin.
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 18:29:06.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ummm...
Only one post so far so I think this weekend will be a wash for posting to the game. I know Blammm is occupied and Lance is busy until after the weekend. Cathy is crazy with work and child. Tann has school, and so on.
Wonder any of us manage to post actually!!!!
We also will need to look at how to get YeOlde's character into the game. With a crew as twitchy as this one, we need a connection of sorts. Vanadia has suggested he could be a friend of her family.
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 14:01:54.
Edited on 2008-10-17 at 14:05:39 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: 4 of 7
Not many posts since mine even though we are leading to an amazing comic moment. Everyone involved in RL?
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 13:58:00.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: holster your weapon
"Sam grinned, his eyes devouring her as he reholstered the Avenger"
You weren't planning on getting "nasty" with the gun belt on were you? Accidents could happen....
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 16:56:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: If i were a mean GM
Imagine if the Doctor handed you a bill as well. Or the band sought out an advocate to bound you by law to pay for their destroyed instruments, and forcing you to pay their legal bills.
Hey, wait a minute.... That last one was a good idea! Let me just scribble that one in...
The hydrogen is way high. You might be better off running on to the next planet to fill up. You'll be close to empty but the cost will be much lower.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 17:15:11.
Edited on 2008-10-14 at 17:24:38 by Alacrity
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Bills bills bills
Rocinante is at half tank on fuel. To fill up here will cost you 1000 credits as the hydrogen is part of the elements restricted by the embargo, so gas is steep.
You are behind on two regular (quarterly) maintenances on the ship. That will cost you 960 credits if you wish to catch up here - but that will take at least two days. To do what must be done only - cut it in half. Or you keep flying on love and prayer.
The mule needs fixing, which will run you around 20-30 credits.
Port fees will be 50 credits total, and that includes a septic flush, fresh water top up and the likes. If you like to scrub and disinfect the tanks first (which you haven't done in 6 months and it is suppose to be monthly) that will be another 50 credits and a day.
So you got paid 1000 credits, and the banker gave you another 500. To do the whole shebang will cost you 2085 credits. This is why you chose the glorious life of a tramp freighter? The profits!
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 16:44:49.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: better than a port lock on the ship
Of course, with a Bounty hunter parked next to your ship, you can't really take off fast without arousing suspicions that perhaps you are harbouring fugitives. Best to not be hasty....
I'm having such fun with this campaign.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 14:45:16.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Frisco's Bounty Hunter Class Reunion
The Quick and the Drunk, At the Saloon
Asher worked his way towards the blonde woman at the bar. She was a rough and tumble type, but definitely a good-looking lady. As he moved closer, she moved her hands to her guns quickly.
“I have never… er… had a dream come true before, until… ah... I… um…” He stammers out. She turns to look at him, first with cold grey eyes that look to kill him as soon as stare at him. But the eyes soften slightly, perhaps realizing that Asher means no harm. At one point in her life, she was a mighty fine lady to behold, but now she looks tired and scared.
“I like your guns.” He blurted out.
Her brows knit quizzically and she looks down her blouse and back to Asher, her eyes going cold again.
“You want some pie?” Asher says, holding out the apple pie before him as a peace offering and smiling as best he could.
She looks at the pie and then back to her drink. Her shoulders begin to convulse and then her body shakes ever so much. Then the deep throaty laughter escapes from her lips. “You know Kid that the most unip…unit…weird line I’ve ever had thrown my way. I’d love a piece o’ pie. Can’t ‘member when I last ate somethin’ that wasn’t out of a tube.” She motions to the chair beside her and picks up her glass in a toast to Asher, “Here’s lookin’ at you kid. Got a name?” She asks and tosses down the contents of her glass smoothly, then looks to Asher to do the same. (Note: I am going to work on the assumption that Asher will try to keep up with her. His complications are overconfidence as well as lightweight)
(assume Asher gives his name)
After Asher downs his drink, she picks up her bottle and fills both their glasses three quarters full. She holds her glass up and downs the contents once more, waiting on Asher before filling the glasses again. “If you be lookin’ for a good time Ash, you best try Miss. Happy Pie over there. I’m damaged goods, and it ain’t good luck to be with me.” She drawls as she pulls out a butterfly style knife from her side sheath, flips it open one-handed wit ha flourish and cuts into the pie, slicing two large pieces. She takes hers and eats it down in a rapid succession of four bites. “Mmmm. Help yourself Ash. Drink or pie, and not my guns.’ She laughs again.
(assuming some probing about luck and good times)
She downs her drink again and but doesn’t look to Asher this time. “I killed a man, not long ago. Man who killed my father. These were his.” She says patting the guns on her side. Unfortnut…Unforhum…Bad luck has it that he had a number of friends and they be pissed. Hunting me now. So I keep movin’. You on a ship? Heading out soon? I got some cash, if youse and youse Captain be taking passengers?”
(assume some sort of “possibly” answer)
“Let me know, I’ll be her’, and my guns.” She says sadly this time. She fills her glass and Asher’s again quite full, draining the bottle, “Thanks for the pie Ash. No one done a speck of kindness to me in awhile. You bette’ ‘un along, you’ Captain wants ya.”
“C’mon, Asher,” Wyatt mumbled. “Time t’ git.”
“Willow, it’s time t’ return t’ the ship,” Wyatt called from the bar as he began to stroll towards the door. Then, as an afterthought. “There’s a wave came through for ya earlier as well. Thought you’d like t’ know.”
Heading for Rocinante, 6:30 pm
OOC- I’m not going to reprint what has been written. Taking it from Wyatt parting company from Asher and Willow
Willow and Asher walked towards the ship along the main road. It wasn’t long before Willow noticed that her companion was having a bit of trouble walking a straight line. In fact, as Asher got closer to the ship, he weaved back and forth more and his mood seemed to grow more jovial. Willow’s arm held in respectful attendance become more of a support for the obviously drunk man.
(I’ll let you two work on the conversation)
As Willow and Asher come over the crest, they see Rocinante waiting where it was before. The other Firefly transport is long gone and in its place is another transport, a dragonfly class, stands in its place. The emblem on its hull reads “Defiant” and has a back-drop of a man’s fist with one finger raised upwards. On the other side of Rocinante, closest to the town is a Midge class with no emblem or name. A three-max person runabout that is often favoured by bounty hunters with cargo space converted to holding cells. In between your ship and the Midge stands a man in red and gold body armour, the NEWTECH logo clear embossed on the chest-plate. His helmet is down revealing a man with long wild brown hair circling a central bald spot and a full moustache and beard. He doesn’t have a weapon strapped on, either side or back. He is smoking a cigar and staring towards town. When he sees you, he starts to walk towards you with a purposeful stride.
“Excuse me? Wonder if you might help me?” He asks pleasantly enough as he approaches. “There might be a cash reward for you if you can.”
(Assuming some sort of response. He ain’t taking no for an answer)
He hands you a piece of printed paper. On the page is an alliance notice of a reward offering for two fugitives – a brother and sister named Simon and River Tam. According to the bulletin, they are wanted for question in the killing of a Marshall and for treason against the Alliance. The reward portion of the bulletin has been conveniently torn off. “Have you seen these two? They were last seen in a Firefly transport? Love to chat with the crew of that ship there, but it is closed up tight.”
(Your reaction – obvious that you know nothing about them. The BH is more interested in your reaction than your words)
“Much obliged.” He says taking back his notice. ‘Guess I will go look around town then. Good Evening Miss, Sir.”
Wyatt at the Doctors, 6:30 -8:00 pm
(Again, not going to reprint what has been written)
Wyatt reaches the Doctor’s house after circling around a few time to make sure he’s not followed. When he is satisfied that he isn’t, he makes his way to the house, still checking the parameter and the area to make sure no one has the drop on him. Once he feels all is clear, he enters the shed where Wolf is working on the mule.
“How’s it comin’?” Wyatt crouched so the big man could see his face.
(Wolf can answer here are the details - The mule brake line is dead. Wolf managed to get the air horn to work with the brake but it won't last long. Air filled vs liquid hydraulics. As well, the brass instruments have damaged the thruster's flow value on both the sides and there is scrap metal in the compressor manifold which will have to be replaced. They are working now, but they will break soon and then you will lose speed control.
The good news is that Fenris knows he can get all these parts from machines that Bailey ain't using anymore, so he won't charge you much. About 20-35 credits tops, may even get some free.)
All right, well, finish up as quick as ya can.” Pausing, Wyatt glanced about the orange-illuminated interior of the shed. “Anything eventful happen while we was out?”
(assuming an answer of no, not much happening)
Wyatt goes to the back door of the house and finds it is not locked. He goes in and has a look around. Sam is awake but strapped to the knitter machine. The teller is gone from the room. There is a bottle of really good whiskey on the side table beside a covered tray.
(see post by Robert)
Wyatt leaves the doctor’s place and locks the door as he leaves. Old habits make him check the area again and watch his back all the way back to the ship, but he doesn’t see anyone following him. As he reaches the ship, he sees the Dragonfly and notes the emblem. He also sees the Midge and feels a whole new sense of danger. The last thing he wanted to see was a Bounty Hunter parked next to his boat.
Inside the Rocinante 6:45 – 8:00 pm
Willow let Asher fill Trish in on the journey so far, since he was in a talkative mood despite the giggling and the falling out of his chair frequently. She had made sure that Trish heard the important things from her, and then left Ma to take care of her drunken “son”
She activated the cortex console, making sure to activate the black box inhibitor to make sure no one would listen in. First Willow checked the message.
(The message is from your aunt, so you will write it better than I. It basically says that there was an incident in the last port of call you made in Beaumonde. Apparently, some Senator’s kid lost a kitten. He is very fond of his daughter and is offering a reward of 1000 credits for its return. The whole thing sounds fishy to your aunt. The cat better be pooping gold turds shaped like Buddha himself if he’s offering that much. There is more to the story but no one is talking)
Next, Willow logs in through the Companion portal and starts her research into the Ludlows. The father Horatio is an immediate hit – with a black mark on his name for beating a Companion for refusing to “service” his command crew. History of violence, and abuse of power has kept the Commandant from being a General, but results on the battlefield prevent him from being pushed further down the ranks. His current whereabouts is considered classified.
The second eldest brother, Edward is a commander in the Core Worlds Defence Corp. He is listed as a client in good standing, with several good commendations from Companions. He is currently stationed on Ariel.
Ernest and Ethan have no record of using a Companion or seeking their services. Further digging reveals a long history between the two of petty crime. Ernest, in the last few years has had several warrants issued for murder while Ethan seemed to slow down. The father pulled some strings the first few times it happened. Even tried to get them to join the military, but they drifted off, seemingly to get as far away from their dad as possible.
One thing is sure; Ernest was not a bounty hunter, and never had been. His history is of petty theft and murder of those in his way. Had a thing for jackets, and killing people whose jackets he coveted. He was a known acquaintance of one Grant Mustard – who was known for “tinkering” with weapons, armour and machines to make them better.
At 8:00 pm, the Captain returns to the ship to find Ma feeding Asher coffee and making him eat. Although more lucid, the Captain can tell when someone been drinking from a mile away – but Asher has started preparing the ship for cargo transfer and checking munitions stores.
(You decide how to spend the last hour and I will back post if necessary)
Night Falls on Rocinante, 9:00 pm
There is a heavy bang on the cargo door. Outside, JW and Bailey wait with a couple of old wheeled mules and attached grav-carts. Also waiting next to JW is John Blake, the short, round banker you met earlier in the day.
(assuming you open the doors)
The miners get to work without much ado, hauling the containers of Ice off the ship and onto the grav-carts. From there they take it to the mag-train depot where it is unloaded carefully out of the containers and into specially designed cargo holders, all with a minimum of lighting. As they do so, Mr. Blake approaches Captain Wyatt. “Excuse me Captain. You did me quite a service today, quite a service indeed. If it hadn’t been for you and your men, I shudder to think of where I would be now.” He offers you a small wooden box. When you look inside there is money, in neat bills to a tune of 500 credits, “I wanted to say thank you and offer you a small token of my appreciation.”
Although there are enough miners, the work goes on through the night and it is 11:00 pm by the time everyone finished unloading. They bring the containers back to the space port and load them into a storage room. Bailey gives you 40 credits for the deposit on the containers.
“We are heading back to the Lawrence. Anyone like to join us?” JW asks.
Night Falls at the Doctor’s Place 9:00 pm
Fenris finishes pulling the scrap out of the small engine parts when he realizes it is getting dark. He needs to switch the lights on in order to continue working. He is also thinking that he is mightily hungry as well and should see if the doc has some grub. He swats at an insect that bites him on the neck while he is cleaning up his hands before heading to the house. No point greasing up the doctor’s doors and furniture. As Wolf reaches for the lights he yawns. Then he yawns again as he staggers over to the mule. Must be more tired than I … he thinks as he falls to the ground unconscious.
Inside the operating room, the knitter cracks open and the mechanical feminine voice declared the process to be complete. Sam gets up fast and fingers his chest and ribs – everything is looking good, if a bit tender. He heads directly to the side table and pours himself a drink, while lifting the lid on the tray. It looks like beef… but at this point, protein paste would be a delicacy to Sam. He downs the meal quickly while drinking from the bottle. “Gorram Alliance,” he grumbled, checking his Avenger before snaking another swig from the bottle, “Gorram Ludlows!”
“I hope you aren’t adding me to your gorram list.” A voice comes out of the dark. Sam has his avenger up faster than a man can twitch, looking around. Out of a darkened corner of the room, Brigit comes out slowly with her hands up in the air. She comes over to you slowly, discarding clothing as she gets closer. “I told you I wanted you more than I ever wanted a man before.” She says playfully as she reaches Sam and closes her mouth upon his in a passionate kiss. “The doc’s asleep as he is want to be by this time at night and Wolf is very, very occupied with his mule right now. You are feeling better I hope.”
(Assuming that San doesn’t die of shock, I believe we have trains entering tunnels, rocket ships blasting off, oil rigs pumping away, fireworks…..)
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 02:47:22.
Edited on 2008-10-14 at 02:51:52 by Alacrity
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: most recent
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 18:46:58.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: New Member?
YeOlde has submitted to me a character who is a tech/computer/cortex guru as a possible addition to the crew. Nothing has been finalized but I wanted to hear for the existing crew how you felt about another team mate.
What I have in mind is to tweak Tann's character a bit to allow him to be more of a mechanic/fighter by moving the tech points he has used. I feel that we stretched Wolf too thin by trying to make him a jack of all trade. This would alloow Fenris to be a good warrior and a good mechanic, not average in everything.
Thoughts? Please be honest. YeOlde has wanted to join this campaign for awhile and I can accomodate another character.
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 17:11:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: gobblity gobblilty
This is a long weekend for us Canadians for Thanksgiving. Although I have a very social weekend planned, I do hope to post to my games inbetween meals. Certainly I have enough to work with in Rocinante.
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 16:53:20.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: gobble gobble
This is a long weekend for us Canadians for Thanksgiving. Although I have a very social weekend planned, I do hope to post to my games inbetween meals.
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 16:52:11.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: for the record
As far as anyone in the room can tell, no one cast a spell or made a move to a magical item.
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 14:30:59.
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: And more
Posted on 2008-10-09 at 01:54:43.
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Topic: I can't take it sometimes!
Subject: Set your standards high
I'm voting for the first party that promises me a jetpack.
Posted on 2008-10-09 at 01:51:15.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Never
Never apologize for playing a character the way you feel is right, If you don't throw me for a loop once and awhile, I get lazy.
Posted on 2008-10-07 at 00:21:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: why?
Why are all my players so paranoid?
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 20:17:03.
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