Topic: hilarious link
Subject: haha
Should we tell em?
naaaaah
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 16:24:57.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: BANG
save a tree...
hug a zombie.
and by hug I mean shoot.
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 07:37:30.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: hmm?
I'm the only elf! We have a few mudbloods though 
Posted on 2008-12-17 at 03:18:41.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: probably Olan's fault
The private thing was added recently so he's probably still working on the bugs. Wouldn't hurt to shoot him a PM about it, might be an easy fix.
Posted on 2008-12-17 at 02:56:18.
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Topic: a holiday gift
Subject: aye
Considering the distance between Grugg and Eol is about 2 full days of driving, it's still a testament to government efficiency that it took the better part of 6 weeks.
And yea the idea was floated to ask some others to join in, but we felt bad asking for cash (felt bad enough asking the staff...) and also felt bad because we would pretty much have to restrict it to Americans and Canadians, since we have people from literally all over the world, and only had a few months to pull it off and it was tight enough with just one trans-Atlantic flight. So please don't feel left out. I'm sure big Al will come up with a global solution for next year
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 20:35:34.
Edited on 2008-12-16 at 20:40:33 by Admiral
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: woah
Shouldn't you celebrate by *not* killing us all? Or by killing Grugg?
Good luck on the finals.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 16:12:31.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: well
The entire rules section of the book is optional, so it's more of an excuse to get together than an actual game.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 16:09:52.
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Topic: a holiday gift
Subject: Al
It was Big Al's idea, and Almerin deserves the credit for designing and drawing the card itself. Brom too for collecting the money. The rest of us just make a few trips to the post office and waived a pen.
And the final total was four countries, two provinces and 6 states including Bama.
There was one foul-up when it crossed the Canadian-US border back in July/August that had the card lost for almost a month, despite the tracking number. Luckily it finally made it stateside.
Glad you liked it Olan!
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 16:07:20.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: fresh meat and game facts
We have, tentatively, a new player joining the ranks in the near future.
Try not to shoot him too quickly
Depending on what happens, split up or stay together or go in small groups, will determine both how Falas integrates if at all and what is to become of the rogue hacker gboy.
Now some game statistics:
A vital piece of information has been revealed to one player.
Also, believe it or not every single one of you has officially made contact with your secret society. Some of you even have secret missions from both Friend Computer and your secret societies. Some of you don't yet know what that mission is.
One of you has been assigned to kill someone. Correction: Two of you. Wouldn't it be ironic if they turned out to be the same person!!! Wouldn't it be even better if that person was a member of the troubleshooting party!
I'm not that cruel. 
Two of you have already been chewed out by superiors. Both of you were spared execution.
Two of you are carrying secret packages. Only one of you knows it.
And no, it's not who you think it is. Quite the opposite.
One of you is carrying enough firepower to kill the entire party in a matter of seconds. Ok, two of you are - but only one knows it.
Not everyone knows what their mutation is. Not everyone is a mutant.
I love this game!
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 03:49:43.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: oooh
ZING
Applaud for that. I'm sure you also just earned your first smite from Grugg.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 03:25:30.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: hmm
Yea it looks like it's set to private, but no players are listed. I guess I'm special. Let me see if I can fix it.
Edit: I fixed it. Everyone should be able to post now.
Wyrmsting PM me if you need to know how to edit it.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 03:11:57.
Edited on 2008-12-16 at 03:14:31 by Admiral
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: ok!
Well folks, there's my grandiose opening post. It's all downhill from here guys and gals
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 21:06:47.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: And so the epic tale begins...
Waterdeep was indeed an amazing city. Anyone one wanted he could get... except that which really matters. At it's heart Waterdeep was a city of excess, a city of greed, and a city of moral bankruptcy. Aheltha'ethyr Kenyrkor'dlues strolled the city streets taking in the sights. It had been nearly a decade since he had been to Waterdeep, and it was hardly the same city. All the magic that coursed through this land was nearly unbearable to him. He had slain many, many Drow mages, and forever associated the dark elves with the dark art. Aheltha'ethyr Kenyrkor'dlues, or Ether as his non-elven brethren called him, was a knight in the order of Vengeance - a cleric of Shevarash. His guild name meant "Tears of the Eternal Vigil, Sworn to the Black Bow," in elvish. A part of an elite strike force sworn never to smile or laugh until Lolth and her children have been erased from Faerun.
The meeting was a bit of a flashback to Ether. Though he disliked the notion of removing his bow and quiver from his back, Ether sat uneasily, making sure never to let his bow leave his immediate reach. He had no idea even of the man that he had helped, for he remains far and wide and active in a number of operations. Being one of the younger members, and one of more martially minded in his order, he is often dispatched with the paladins to do various works to further their goals. While he couldn't remember the details, he did remember the event of which the magistrate spoke. The Lords of Waterdeep seemed characteristically eager to take the money and ease the estate in question into their personal vaults.
If there was ever an event that made Ether want to break his oath never to laugh, it would be the bumblings of humans and non-elves trying to pronounce the forest folk's names. While elvish names were difficult enough, the wood elven dialect was particularly tricky. Add in the divine nature and invocations that were used in bestowing Ether with his guild name, and the poor sap never had a chance. He would sit in amusement as they tried to pronouce his name. His holy symbol - that of a broken arrow fixated to his buckler, seemed to match the amused but stoic expression on his face.
This Maranda Grey was only a few days shy of being robbed by the greed of the Lords of this city. But his mind was already decided. Shevarash called all his followers never to ignore the ever cried request. Avenge me! The will ended with it. It was now perfectly clear why he was summoned. The Mourning Lord Shevarash (not to be confused with the Morning Lord Lathander) had a hand in guiding one of his own to the manor. This wasn't a matter of inheritance and heirs... this was a matter of revenge. A matter of loss. A matter of which his patron had dominion.
As soon as their host had left the room, Ether arose and addressed the table in common, although the hint of forest accent makes a few words hard to understand. He walked over and took the will, underlining the last few words with his finger as he spoke. Ether was a short fellow, although all elves were. He wore basic adventuring gear, and with his buckler with the broken arrow attached to it, his sheathed longsword and of course the signature bow he looked no different from a common ranger. With a trio of throwing sticks hanging at his belt, and a quarterstaff lying near his removed quiver, he appeared nothing more than a monk. Nothing on him suggested the role of cleric - and that was the way Shevarash preferred his acolytes to look, so that the wicked would not see their demise coming in the form of divine invocations.
"My friends, there can be no doubt that I will be venturing to Shallagh Gann's keep and seek to bring divine justice on those who have murdered him. As a ward of the Patron god of vengeance, my purpose here is to guide and forward the retribution. Though I may have known him only peripherally, Shallagh Gann has made a personal request of me, and one that I cannot ignore. May the oath I swore on this..." He raises his pitch-black bow to eye level - it is nearly as tall as he is - and bows his head, "May the oath I swore on this, the divine might of Shevarash, continue to be fulfilled with the extermination of those who killed Master Gann."
He was going to the mansion, with or without anyone else.
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 21:02:31.
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: lol
Is that you or Will?
Could we maybe get a baby Al pic to compare? I have a feeling they would be strikingly similar
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 19:14:26.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: buncha racists...
Oh well. If I put an arrow through the humie, does that increase my chances?
j/k of course. I'm a cleric.
Of the God of Revenge
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 19:00:58.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: psh
We all know you're just humoring us with taunts of posts and such. You're really planning to just kill us all tonight, aren't you?
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 18:01:38.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Wednesday
Please try to get your post or PM or both in by Wednesday
Thanks and have a pleasant day!
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 16:56:35.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: hmm
You crazy people and your math ;p
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 02:02:38.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: the only truth
This is the only truth
Why not?
Posted on 2008-12-14 at 18:57:16.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: hmm
With 6 of the 7 does that mean we're good to go?
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 20:33:37.
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Topic: Music
Subject: music
Grugg shops at Hop Topic. I saw him there once.
In Canada.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 20:32:05.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: The Blood God sits upon the Skull Throne
He cares not from whence the blood flows so long that it flows...
oh wait wrong game.
Kill someone.
Not me.
*points to Grugg*
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 18:50:20.
Edited on 2008-12-13 at 18:50:37 by Admiral
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: booo
Nobody wants to make a decision?
Breaking News: I'm officially GMing a Paranoia game for my tabletop group!
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 11:03:39.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: Makin some Peace...
And now all his training would finally be put to use. Tiaan had visions of leaping up onto his car and performing a flying kick into the head of the "zombie" just like he did in The Karate Master goes to New York. Or he would swoosh into his car NASCAR style and tear out, running the diseased thing over and causing a mass of guts and infection to spread out over the parking lot.
But this was the real thing. His training amounted to nothing against a virus that could kill someone so horribly.
At least he had near-super human reflexes...
T whisked his Colt Peacemaker from his back pocket and unloaded a few into the rotting corpse, making sure to keep a few paces between himself and the thing.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 00:54:43.
Edited on 2008-12-13 at 02:31:11 by Admiral
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: Man down!
*bing bong* the chime sounded as the doors began to close. Julianna stands panting on the lift as the seats fill up and everyone goes to work on their PDAs. You can't help but feel a bit uneasy - this is first time you've been on public transportation without any Infrareds. Odd to know that everyone else was as smart (and medication-free) as you.
At this time you all think how profitable it would be if only you could build a mind-reading device.
All except two that is. One is nowhere to be found after darting off some time ago, apparently to hunt some cyber-commies. Simon on the other hand... was definitely interested in a pair of Orange pants.
The last thing in Simon's vision was the blast of an autolaser coming from the crack between closing doors...
Paging Simon-R-GRUG-2. Your assistance has become needed. Prepare for Clone 2 orientation.
The bus moves forward, making a few stops here and there as various others get on and off in a hurry, sometimes violently bumping into you. You each exchange a few glances as the intercom announces your arrival at subsector 21.
Unfortunately, you now have to figure out where to go. Fortunately due to Friend Computer's everlasting genius, the layout of subsectors doesn't really change that much.
Now, if you were a Lennon loving, Marxist Commie Traitor, which thankfully you're not, where would you hide?
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 04:22:18.
Edited on 2008-12-10 at 04:24:22 by Admiral
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