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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Game starting... now!
Game has officially started, now cueing introductory posts.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 05:23:03.
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Topic: Petnames
Subject: haha, gruggybear
Ooh, I'm suddenly regretting venturing to this thread. I find it particularly amusing that cdnflirt gave herself a petname.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 05:11:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings
Subject: Forgotten Kings
The stand along the side of the road is of ordinary construction. In fact its construction is so ordinary and plain that it stands out because of this. All of the other stands along the road made great efforts to stand out. They all had bright vibrant colors, large signs with bolded letters, made of rare and elegant materials and numerous other features that made them blend in with the other extravagant stands. The only one that stood out was the one put together in such a rush that the maker could not afford to put in any extra details. The owners of the other stands did not appreciate the irony. It was this stand that caught your attention, be it boredom, lust for adventure, curiosity or whatever happens to motivate you. The owner of the stand is a very muscualar man with a large dark red mustache and a measurably larger sword whose condition signified its frequent use. He stares fixedly ahead with his arms crossed. As you approach the stand he does not move or even acknowledge your presence. Then finally he scratches his mustache. He then resumes his posture.
There are five others beside you when you reach the stand. All of them are unique in their own special way. After around a minute of waiting at the stand the man still does not acknowledge your existence. It is now that you notice a small scrawny man running along the road. His clothes are much to large for him and this seems to have a noticeable effect on his running. They are very nice clothes, and would suit him quite well had they been of proper size. He trips and lands on his face. By some odd occurence this does not seem to hamper his progress towards you in the least. He quickly gets up and continues. Upon arriving at the stand he bends over for several seconds to catch his breath. Then very abruptly he looks up at the six of you.
Slightly less abruptly he turns his gaze to the mustached man currently sitting at the stand. He speaks in an appallingly ordinary voice, "Thank you for looking after my stand." He holds out several coins as payment but the man rises and walks away without even looking at them. He mumbles something that sounds vaguely like, "Could you hold the onions?" but it is unclear enough that it must have been something else. The scrawny man stares at him with a very confused look for several seconds before returning to the hopeful adventurers before him.
He gives you a quick look over and then sighs. "I have a slight problem."
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 04:42:01.
Edited on 2009-11-16 at 04:46:04 by Aardvark
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: HAHA!
Well it would appear that all characters are finally in. I will not post any character information that has not already been revealed, that would include name class, etc... However when battles do arise I will list everyones hp on the first page as it does often become challenging to keep track of them. I would have like to start the game tonight however I am very tired as I've been at a climbing competition for the entire day so I will instead try my best to start it tomorrow.
I heard about Aion when I was playing Guild Wars not too long ago but thats my extent of my knowledge of it. I didn't hear much good about it there but whats your opinion?
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 06:16:01.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Still one left
Baron has now finished his character leaving Sibelius in his wake. You are all encouraged to redouble your nagging efforts on him.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 04:35:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Of ignored questions and such
Ah, it seems I have ignored Tus Lased's question for long enough now, don't worry it won't be an AC penalty, it'll be more of an in game one, such as you randomly get poisoned at the beginning of the game (but not, because now you'd suspect it).
Posted on 2009-11-10 at 00:16:24.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Message subject cannot be blank
^ should consider taking cough drops
< deems 'it' to be 'cake'
v is deeply regretting not having 'it'
Posted on 2009-11-07 at 06:09:34.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: haha! Aardvark enters the game
Don't underestimate my mirthful youth!
Posted on 2009-11-07 at 05:40:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: 4/5 characters in
Thats the 4th character sheet. Now we're all just waiting on Sibelius, but hes writing an essay tonight so I'll give him a break.
Posted on 2009-11-07 at 02:05:20.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Almost ready to start
So I posted all of the players and who has their characters in, we should be ready to start fairly soon. If you want to speed up this process you're perfectly welcome to nag Sibelius.
Posted on 2009-11-06 at 01:03:53.
Edited on 2009-11-06 at 01:04:36 by Aardvark
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: apparently this didn't post the first time
So thats all from me for now, feel free to ask questions, criticize me (at your own risk), or whatever you so please. Just so you know I will not be posting background stories, its your choice whether to share it or keep it secret. The campaign will start soon after all of the characters come in.
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 02:02:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Maps
Who knows, I might make a map, if so I'll post it here.
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 01:48:11.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Characters!
Loki- Efen
Luthor- Dracone
Ion Kired- Hundover
Tus Lased- Sir Vanlen Kindern
Sibelius Eos Owm- Matthias "a warrior of the Lion"
Baron- ???
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 01:47:29.
Edited on 2009-11-29 at 23:48:14 by Aardvark
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Atria, as mentioned before, is a continent perfect for adventure. It is large, it is chaotic, and around every corner you can just bet that a princess has been kidnapped by a fire breathing turtle with unexplained motivation. The aforementioned road lies within the city of Bellaine, a city renowned for adventure hooks. While it is a very illustrious city it is, as of now, completely devoid of taverns (new regulations however ban the use of fireballs in bar fights). Because of this the amount of new adventuring parties has been on the decline. This forces Dukes in need of the services of low level adventuring parties to resort to desperate measures. The more old fashioned Dukes dress up as fortune tellers, making prophecies involving random people off the street (frequently requiring the prophecised to first rid basements of rat infestations). However a method that has recently been increasing in popularity involves setting up stands off the side of roads. This is a slightly more progressive approach and has recieved little support from the right wing Dukes.
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This is intended to be a player run campaign. Thats not to say that I won't provide adventure hooks or won't have an underlying story. Players are encouraged to be as ambitious as they like. If their character's sole purpose is obtaining immortality, they will have the option to research it, find out how to obtain it, and likely have some kind of adventure linking to it. Your alignments are not restricted, evil characters are allowed but not encouraged. As long as you can give me a reason why you won't slaughter your allies on a whim, then I should have no problem with it.
As for variants I'm not thinking of applying to many. First off I'm going to be using a different Xp system, you won't get standard experience from killing enemies. It will be more of an objective based system. For example lets say one objective is getting past a room full of enemies (chances are they won't be as simple as that), no matter what methods you use to get past them you'll get the same experience, so a rogue who sneaks past completely unnoticed will get as much experience as the barbarian who charges in and takes them all out. I don't want a player's actions to be influenced on getting experience, the rogue who specializes in sneaking should not be penalized because he uses his ability. This being said I will also give experience bonuses to characters who do something, for lack of a better word, freaking awesome.
As you can probably assume the key adventure hook for this campaign is the stand advertising for adventures. Try to incorporate why your character would choose to join the party. Gold, adventure, secret desires of robbing the party (just kidding... or am I?) pretty much anything that fits with your character. Oh yeah, on a related note I am not going to regulate item distribution in the party, therefore the rogue who stashes gems in his boots will have a larger share than the rest of the party. Let it be known that I also will not regulate the actions of anyone who notices a clinking sound made with each of the rogue's steps. Theives be warned!
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 01:46:07.
Edited on 2009-11-04 at 01:49:44 by Aardvark
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Well frankly I'm offended
I feel rather insulted by Galen's last comment, "You misunderstand me. I do not believe that I'll be able to save everyone I come across, I can accept that. People die all of the time and thats completely natural. However, if there is anything that I can do to help prevent it I will not hesitate to do it. I'm sorry if you believe I am being overcautious, but someone has already died and I'm intent on making sure that no more will follow. As for my duty to guard the caravan," I pause to collect my thoughts. With some noticeable uncertainty I continue, "I hate to dismiss it, but I see no other way to help the village. I may be foolish but I'd much rather that to the alternative, however unlikely you may believe it to be. I won't force my opinion on the rest of you, but I will stay to help the village"
(By the way Galen I liked the line about this not being a fictitious story)
Posted on 2009-11-04 at 00:08:59.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: And I'm back!!
I had watched the others intently observing their newfound abilities. Galen, Owen, and Ray all had exhibited some extent of magical abilities. Ian and Ben could fight measurably better. I seemed to be left behind. I tried to copy the others in battle but regardless of how hard I tried I wasn't as strong as them. As for the magic I've attempted it with little luck. I've taken peaks at Owen's "spellbook" for lack of a better word. I could not make anything of the strange symbols in it, although recently I've made some headway. I've made attempts at using Galen's incantations but I keep forgetting the words or more frequently, completely mispronouncing them. It was comforting to know that I had at least made some progress. I closed a small pad where I had been keeping notes on Galen's and Owen's magic. I focused intently on my left hand and managed to get a small spark to jump between two of my fingers. What I can currently do is very limited but I have learned how to focus my magic into creating an aura of light around me. I was surprised to find that there were slight differences between mine and Owen's versions of the "spell". Sadly despite my exposure to it I still feel uncomfortable referring to it as magic. Perhaps this will change in the future.
The new clothing I bought not too long ago had an irritating itch. After wearing it for a while I had gotten over most of it but the neck still continued to annoy me.
I pulled the collar away from my neck to momentarily relieve my self of the irritation. As I did this I looked around the room at the other items I had obtained in the new world. A water flask, a backpack, a rope, some leather armor and a rapier. I had asked the store owner for an foil or sabre but he did not seem to have either of those in stock. When I described them to him he handed me a rapier. The rapier currently sat at the other side of the room from me.
I had bought the rapier reluctantly, I did not want to have the option of using it. I would not have bought it if my friends hadn't insisted that I had something to defend myself with. But I knew I would have to use it. It was not only there to protect my life, there were others lives who depended on my willingness to fight. As of yet I had not practiced with it. The sword gave me the power to hurt someone and I wasn't ready to accept that responsibility yet. Why must one have to choose who lives and dies? That choice should not lie with me, let alone anyone. Sadly the time had come where I would begin to have to make those choices. When I made that choice I wanted the power to carry it through. I walked across the room, picked up my rapier went outside to practice.
Morning, Fifth day
The dead body was almost unbearable to see. After getting only a small glimpse I turned away, the color drained from my face.
“I’m going to assemble a militia of volunteers. Plenty of people are scared, but there are those who will want to do something about this. I must admit I don’t like the idea of hiring ones as young as yourselves, but I can’t afford to be choosy. You are the only professional guards in the area, so I have to offer. Will you add your expertise to the hunt? I’m afraid we would be walking blind ourselves,” the mayor spilled on us.
A militia of volunteers? It is possible that they might be able to kill the beast, but it is very likely that there will be at least a few deaths. If they fail then the village will be left completely defenseless and at the mercy of the beast. Sure it has only eaten sheep so far but after having a taste of human flesh it might become less picky with its food choice. And found at the edge of town too? Obviously the villagers did not have the option of just waiting this through.
"Then I suggest this: give a curfew, and do nothing for the time being. It is apparent this creature has no interest in us yet. It may have gained a taste for human flesh now that it has killed one, so i suggest that people travel in groups, and perhaps even congregate under one roof. When we get back from our escort, we will aid you."
"Our priority right now is the delivery; it's our commitment, and it needs to be done."
"Worry not mayor man! Though we cannot take care of this problem for you right away, we will return fully prepared to take on this beast," Ben reassured him.
I could not believe the responses they were giving. This village was in danger, peoples lives were at stake, human lives! How could they be so dismissive of this.
"We can't leave them!" I called frantically as they returned to the cart, "How can you know that this demon dog is going to be satisfied with sheep, especially now that its tasted human flesh. The escort can wait! I mean no offense to them but should we really risk an entire village so that a caravan can continue on schedule?" This was the closest I have been to angry in quite a while. I could not stand people who would disregard life. Least of all I did not expect it from my friends. I stared intently at the others as I continued, "What if we come pack here and find that the beast became tired of sheep? What if when we return their are 20 dead? 30 dead? Even one person's life should be enough not to risk on an assumption." I breathed in heavily, impatiently waiting for some response.
Posted on 2009-11-01 at 22:35:19.
Edited on 2009-11-01 at 22:37:13 by Aardvark
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Hooray for 2 hp!
Although slightly offended by how Bens response made it seem like one of us had injured themselves while using a sword, I kept my mouth shut. I was pretty sure I could use a sword, having fenced before and done quite well. However using a foil and a longsword seemed quite different. If I just went and started lunging and stabbing and an armed opponent its quite likely that the lack of a gaurd would end up resulting in the losing of all my fingers.
But whether or not I was capable of using a sword was not the issue. I would not be able to bring myself to stab someone, or at least thats what I had been telling myself for most of my life. Put in the situation I don't know what drastic measures I would resort to. I had definitely had very little restraint while attempting to beat the skeletons to death. I could try to argue that they were already dead, so it was like hitting a punching bag but I would not be entirely convinced.
The notion that there were people (living ones) in this world other than us was very comforting. As was how Ray was also here, his appearance led me to wonder if I'd be meeting anyone else I knew in this world. I had no idea who Aeth was or whether he could be trusted but I felt the need to have at least one of my questions answered. "Do you know anything of something called 'The Haunt'?"
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 05:41:28.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Is now very curious as to what spell she was going to cast
If there is one thing Pyres can not stand, it is boredom. As of yet he still has no idea as to why they're heading to Altair. The old man did not seem to be too keen on sending him straight to Borghen so he very much doubted that Altair was where he was. His sword was beginning to feel heavy on his back and the urge to pull it out greatened every hour. As much as he tried to distract himself, the faces of people he knew from Fynn kept flashing through his head. Why the old man stopped him from saving them was beyond him. He would gladly give his life for that of another, and he knew he was capable of at least stalling the attack for some time. His stomach began to feel sick the more he thought about it. More than once had he felt the urge to defy the old man and charge back to Fynn to make things right. But deep down he knew that he was too late and couldn't bear to see the dead bodies lining the streets.
There were not words to describe how much he wished he could take his sword and drive it into Borghen's chest. To be honest, anyone involved in the attack on Fynn would have been enough for him right now. As they sat down for lunch he was distracted from his thoughts and regrets. The conversation was to slow for his liking, everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. He could tell from Nimu's expression that the burning of the forest was still engraved in her mind. At first he had thought that her obsession with nature had been slightly odd, but he got used to it and learned to take it into stride. Eldarwen also seemed distracted. Since he had only met her a short time ago there was still a lot he didn't know about her, who was she, where was she from and why was she in the prophecy? For that matter he didn't even know why he was in the prophecy. As he thought back on it he realized he had already forgotten what the prophecy was about.
While trying to remember the prophecy he happened to notice a group of soldiers on a hill. He cared little about them until he noticed the insignia painted into their armor. A smile crossed his face. A cure for his both his boredom and his regrets had been found. As they began their charge he stood up and reached over his shoulder to where he knew his sword was. All of his regrets disappeared as he clenched his fist and drew his weapon.
The ectasy of the fight left him as the enemy's charge stopped. His mouth opened wide in disbelief as woman's dead body hit the floor. Was this man on their side? He could not get over the fact that someone would so easily betray their ally. Even if he was indeed on their side, he had no respect for him. The betrayel of his own father was brought back into his mind. He wanted to teach this man a lesson, but that could wait until after he had slain the other three. His grip tightening back around his sword he dug his foot into the ground and charged towards Borghen's men.
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 05:18:56.
Edited on 2008-12-15 at 05:21:58 by Aardvark
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: ouchies
The sunlight burned deep into Jeremy's eyes forcing himself to shield them with his hands. The heat warmed his skin which was numb from the cold dungeon. The sun was a double edged sword, while it managed to stop his shivering he began to feel the pain that was dulled by the numbness. He collapses to his knees wincing at his wounds. The dirt that had collected in his cuts stung almost unbearably. After a few moments he is able to regain his composure and stands again, panting heavily.
The pains of hunger did little to distract him from his injuries. He tried to remember the last thing he ate, but came up with nothing. If only they could find civilization and find out where they are. He then thought, what if there is no civilization? What if they were the only humans in the entire world? He tried to remove these thoughts from his head. He looked towards his friends trying to distract himself with the first thought that came to his head. "What do you think this haunt is? Are we really intending to leave it alone?"
The mystery of "The Haunt" was enough to distract him from his pain and fears. How were the ghost and the skeletons connected? He didn't seem to think the ghost was evil, for it truly was it would have killed them, not warned them. Regardless of whether or not the rest of the group decided to leave it alone, Jeremy got the sneaking suspicion that their path would lead them back to it somehow, it wasn't going to end here.
Posted on 2008-10-29 at 04:20:46.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Dibs on killing Borghen
Pyres tried to ignore the quarelling about prophecies and fate. Who cares about the stupid prophecy? He had decided to kill Borghen before the old man told him to. And if its so urgent that he kills Borgen, why shouldn't they just leave right now? There seemed to be little point to delay the inevitable. He thought he could defeat Borghen, the old man seemed to too, the only problem was the three people who couldn't make up their minds. What was so difficult? Either they could help him kill Borghen or they couldn't, there was nothing more to decide.
It was at this point that something caught Pyres attention. Namely the old man sprouting angel wings. Pyre's eyes widen in surprise. In his entire life he has never seen anything like this. Since he was ignoring everyone till this point he looks around to make sure no one else has grown wings. As he finishes his look he feels comfortable in knowing that as of yet there is only one angel in the room. In the meantime he resolves to pay more attention to the conversations. Despite the flashy angel transformation, nothing else has changed. They still haven't left and to the best of his knowledge, Borghen still isn't dead. He steps forward to speak, "Finally starting to leave are we?" He says impatiently, "Of course I'm going, I decided to kill Borghen before I even heard the stupid prophecy."
(Incidentily he never even heard the prophecy, just that there was one.)
Posted on 2008-10-25 at 03:27:14.
Edited on 2008-10-25 at 03:31:13 by Aardvark
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: sorry for the exceptionally late post
Pyres slowly raises his head as the bruise on his head fades. He tries to remember where he is and what he was doing without succes. As he begins to stand up the blood rushes to his head and his vision blurs. He looks around, recognizing the shapes of his friends, slightly reassured by their presence. But as he continues to look he notice several new people around him, an elf, a robed woman, and an old man. As his gaze passes the old man he suddenly remembers. The fire in the forest, Borghen launching an attack on the king and princess, and his destroyed hometown.
With fury he draws his sword from its sheath on his back. He points it towards the old man. He breathes heavily seething with rage. "How could you?" he shouts at him, "If you had let me go I could have saved at least a few people!"
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 04:08:06.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: cheese
^fails to realize how much I wish that was true
< is not at all childish
v could save 15% on his/her car insurance by switching to geico
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 02:27:06.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Short post cause I'm unconsious
Pyres does nothing (cause hes unconsious)
Posted on 2008-09-27 at 04:48:18.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Looks like a game of bachi ball is out of the question
The peaceful day suddenly turned grim. The city he lived his life in was now being threatened. He could not turn a blind eye and run. "Flee?" He says with disbelief, " You cannot seriously mean that. Save our lives when other's could be saved." Pyres gathers his sword and shield from the grass. As he sheathes his sword and slings the shield onto his back he looks to the man, "Don't worry about the Princess and the King, I'll kill Borghen before he can do any harm to them."
Posted on 2008-09-26 at 04:57:10.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Should have invented sunglasses back then.
Pyres rests comfortably down in the grass. The warm sun beats down on his face. At first he enjoys the sensation, the heat is pleasant after a cool night. But after a minute or so he gets over the pleasant feeling and the bright light in his eyes begins to annoy him. He tries to close his eyes tighter but it doesn't seem to help. Without opening his eyes he searches the ground for something to cover his face with. The first thing he touched was his sword.
Its more out of habit then caution that he carries it around. His father left him when he was very young. His only memories of him are practicing with the sword. He was never very good at it, but even so he would practice for hours every day. The adults who watched him would laugh and cheer him on or scold him and say he wasn't old enough to use a sword. Regardless, he wasn't taken seriously. Although he indeed was young, he was very serious. His father was amazing with the sword, he would move so fast and accurately that Pyres could barely even see his movements. His father was his role model and Pyres would like nothing better than to fight alongside him. Pyre's father was the only one who took him seriously. "If you can hit me once, I'll take you with me" his father told him. Pyres tried day after day to land even a single blow on his father. Each day he failed. Despite this, he would continue to try, never holding back or even considering admitting defeat. Each day he'd train and become stronger, each day he'd fail yet again. This cycle continued until the day his father left.
It was without any notice at all. Pyres woke up one morning and his father wasn't there. At first he suspected it was a joke, or that he was just called away with little notice, but as the years went by his hopes faded. His father didn't come back. Even so he continued to train. Pyres knew he wasn't dead, his father was too strong to be dead. He had abandoned him, after all they had gone through. He has continued to carry around the sword to this day so that if he ever did meet his father again, he would fight him and win. The sword was well made, it was light and sharp despite the years of use. It had broken several times, and was reforged an equal amount of times. This sword meant a lot to him. Yet, as he soon discovered, it could not shield his eyes from the sun.
He continued his search to no avail. Defeated, he stood up and stretched. He looked to friends and said, "Well, I'm bored, please tell me this isn't all we're going to do today."
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 04:04:12.
Edited on 2008-09-22 at 04:30:05 by Aardvark
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