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Topic: 2011 NFL Season
Subject: Well Darn!
Congrats Tann! 
Well since you won two of the three games that we had differed on, you win this week.
The Bengals almost came back over the Ravens, and Tennessee kept it close but in the end they both came up a little short.
What I want to know is; what happened with the Cowboys? That was too close. 
My highlight game of the week was the Detroit over Carolina game; the Lions outscored the Panthers 35-8 in the second half. That would have been a game to watch but I don’t get that in my area.
Better luck to ME next week. 
Posted on 2011-11-21 at 00:33:35.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Weird
Thanks Al. That is what I was wanting to know.
Ok, now if Ody can mention that he saw 'her' again, it can be brought into character.
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 14:28:45.
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Topic: 2011 NFL Season
Subject: Week 11
Start with the more obvious ones:
Green Bay over Tampa Bay
Buffalo over Miami
Jacksonville over Cleveland
Oakland over Minnesota
Detroit over Carolina
Dallas over Washington
San Fran over Arizona
Tennessee over Atlanta
Chicago over San Diego
Giants over Philadelphia
Seattle over St Louis
Bengals over Ravens (my upset pick)
Patriots over Kansas City (Monday night)
I have highlighted the games we differ on. Good Luck!
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 14:25:06.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Ghost
No ody, I wasnt asking for someone to post about it, though since he just seen it he might want to bring it up at some point maybe after Grace tells of her findings.
I was directing my question to the GM, whether all of the crew has witnessed this apparition in the times they have been aboard?
Just seeking clarification before posting next.
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 04:24:46.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Ghost or Mist?
Yeah I found it, thanks Ody. Hmmm, seems a strange mascot for the ship but it is cool. Now it doesnt say if everyone has seen this apparition, still would like to know.
MMV - havent seen him on lately but if you wanted to post I would say go ahead; he can always backpost his reaction and I am sure he will show up after Grace's announcement.
Posted on 2011-11-19 at 16:56:53.
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Topic: 2011 NFL Season
Subject: Not so given
Well I thought it might happen with the way the Jets had been playing lately; and it seems Tebow still has some luck left after all.
He was mediocre for most of the game until the final 95 yd drive; there he looked good.
ok so we are both off to an 0-1 spot. May the best man, me, win!
Posted on 2011-11-18 at 11:49:21.
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Topic: 2011 NFL Season
Subject: Thursday Night Football
NY Jets over Denver (Cause Tebow's luck cant last)
Posted on 2011-11-17 at 22:42:58.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: LOL
~Sniffs~ someone needs that shower!
Nay worry Captain, the boy is just smitten is all. He never do anything especially if she be the Captain's wench. If she be; wonder what Willow thinks of that? Eh? 
So post already. Get us underway soon. This here port be nuthin' but trouble mate!
Posted on 2011-11-16 at 11:38:26.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Cool
Now that I look at it more closely; it does look like Asim is looking as Willow.
Awesome Job!
Posted on 2011-11-15 at 22:55:00.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: The New guy; dont shoot!
As the smoke cleared Max stood there for a couple seconds in disbelief and looked down at his battered and bruised body; no holes that was good. He lowered the smoking Luger and then let out a breath that he hadn’t even realized he had been holding and got to work.
Quickly he gathered up anything useful he could find; he came away with three lugers and a decent amount of ammo. Slapping a fresh mag into the handgun he pocketed the rest. He took a shirt off one of the dead and wiped off as much of the oil as he could and then put on the jacket of one of the guards. He didn’t bother buttoning it but just left it open; his dog tags visible; he didn’t want to cover them up with a lousy German uniform.
He slipped one of the knives in his boot and the other in his belt with the sheath from the dead guard. After making sure that he wasn’t leaving anything useful behind; he didn’t see a use right now for the car battery and cables so he left it there. It might come in handy later and he wasn’t going to carry it around. With a loaded luger in his right hand, the other two tucked in his belt; he went to the door and checked it to see if it was unlocked. He didn’t recall them locking it when they drug him in; why would they?
If it was unlocked he would slowly open it a crack while standing to the side and peer out into the hallway. He didn’t know the layout of this place down here and someone had to have heard those shots; he had to move fast if he was going to escape. He wondered if any of the others had been captured; he would have to keep his eye out and check other cells if he ran across them. Also it would be nice if he found his munitions kit; the explosives would come in handy and he would love to blow this place to smithereens.
(Ok he will peer out and see if anyone is coming before he will move out only if it is clear. If he hears anyone he will stay there and hope to ambush anyone coming to check out the shots. Of course if he sees any of the group, he would probably recognized them, especially Brutal’s big body. )
Posted on 2011-11-15 at 12:52:58.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Very nice!
Is that Asim on the far right? He should be looking longingly at Willow.
Posted on 2011-11-15 at 12:51:16.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Post coming
I will have a post up soon; been playing Skyrim too much lately! 
Posted on 2011-11-15 at 11:46:05.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: a G G G G GHOST!
A question; has everyone on the crew seen this vision of the woman? Or is the Captain starting to lose it?
Posted on 2011-11-15 at 11:44:19.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Considerations
Destiny, Room 10, Day Two of Journey 9:00am ST
Ken sat in his room, his guns laid out on his table atop of cleaning mat as he cleaned and oiled guns that really didn’t need it. It was just something he did when he felt uncomfortable or anxious about something.
After coming back to his room last night he had drug out a glass and a hidden bottle of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink which he had sipped on for about an hour before he had turned in for the night.
Awakening this morning, he had threw on his pants before deciding to clean his guns one more time. He round it relaxing and right now he was still a little distressed about how everyone had jumped all over him last night for calling Priscilla a whore. He wasn’t a learned man but he was pretty sure that the definition of whore was a woman who took money for sex. Was that not what a companion did?
Even Grace had jumped on him for it; the only one that hadn’t said something had been Jason, but he knew the man often kept his own thoughts to himself and during Jon’s rant he thought he saw a look of disgust from their Face man.
Normally Ken didn’t mind when people got irritated at him, but it seemed everyone was on his back lately. What did he do? He just spoke his mind. Perhaps that was the problem, people didn’t like hearing the truth. Ken, if anything, was a man of action and one who spoke his mind regardless of what others might think.
He paused as he reassembled the last handgun by reflex; perhaps he was being a bit crude sometimes with his remarks? Naw, it wasn’t that, they were just being too sensitive. Sometimes he wondered how they survived sometimes; well they did have him along so that helped.
He finished assembling the gun and slapped a loaded magazine into the butt and cycled the action to charge it. Standing up he slipped the gun into his holster and was reaching for his shirt when the intercom came on.
"Quing Ting and Stephanie? Can you come into the Cargo bay? I need you guys to come see this."
He was thinking of going to see what he could dig up for a little breakfast but wondered if whatever Grace wanted in the Cargo bay might be interesting enough, but before he decided the intercom crackled again.
Um, Captain? You might want to come to the cargo bay. We are in Ma Fuhn!"
Hmmm, Grace didn’t get that excited usually unless she was pretty sure there was trouble. He slipped on his shirt and left his room and made his way down to the cargo bay. If they were in trouble then he might be needed.
Destiny, Cargo Bay, Day Two of Journey 9:05am ST
Ken came into the cargo bay and saw a few others had arrived hearing Grace’s call; he took in the situation and didn’t see anything that required any immediate action and relaxed a little bit.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he took in the x-ray equipment next to the wine casks; he raised an eyebrow in wonder.
(will wait till the story is told before Ken gives his opinion, though I dont think it will be a big surprise what he says )
Posted on 2011-11-14 at 23:36:04.
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Topic: 2011 NFL Season
Subject: Week 10 winners so far
New Orleans
Pittsburgh
St Louis
Dallas
Jacksonville
Denver
Miami
Arizona
Houston
Tennessee
Seattle
Chicago
San Fran
New England
Current score this week:
Tann 8
RPN 9
Still to play:
Green Bay over Minnesota
Since we both picked the same team here looks like I win this week.
Posted on 2011-11-14 at 11:55:49.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Desperate?
No, not desperate; Greedy!
We will have to see how it plays out.
Posted on 2011-11-13 at 20:42:17.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Ooh La La
Oh no you didnt!
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 20:10:36.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Good post
No problem reading the 'broken nose' lingo; just had to have a couple drinks and it was clear as day.
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 20:07:13.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Oh no Sir
You are not forgotten, though you will be defeated! Bwhahahahahahaaaa!
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 15:06:16.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Get Well.
Understandable. Hope you feel better.
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 15:03:23.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Time to retire
“Get out fast?” Ken laughed, “sounds like a personal problem.”
“One you’re intimately familiar with, Ken,” Tess flung at him. Her irritability had far from dissipated, and she felt a little pleasure at being able to release some of her frustrations on him. Even if it was just verbally.
Ken smirked at Tess but otherwise let her have her verbal jab; he realized that he had been hard on her today and she was sounding irritated and while he did enjoy it sometimes he didn’t want to go too far.
“Well that is a pickle for the whore,” Ken said before anyone else spoke up, “but do we give a Goushí? I mean what is in it for us?”
Dropping his spoon into his stew and shooting Ken a dark stare, “ First of all Priscilla is not a whore,…. she’s following a trained profession and not the usual doxy you sniff after. Would you think it fair if she told folks you’re just my hired murderer? You’re member of this boat and I hope you don’t act like some gorram berk when we ain’t here to keep an eye on you”……….then raising an eyebrow…. “ or are you just try’n to prove why you ain’t goin to the party?...........Laughing Jon cracks a smile and says, “either you’re a Guay Toh Guay Nown, or a Yi Dwei Da Buen Chuo Roh.”
Ken didn’t argue with the Captain, he knew the man was partly right. He was a killer, he knew it, and he didn’t try to hide it. It was his job here aboard, to take care of problems with extreme prejudice. He had no qualms with killing, well that wasn’t exactly true, he wouldn’t kill children and killing women wasn’t something he relished doing. Not that he hadn’t killed a woman before; there was that bounty hunter bitch that had given him no choice a few years back. He had felt bad for that one, for about two minutes.
But he wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man in a fair fight, or if he thought he was going to start a fair fight, or if a woman or money was involved. It was something he did and did well; every man had their skills and there was nothing wrong with playing to your strengths.
“So anyway, like it or not you’re sort of an Uncle now, so let’s just try to find a good side on this.” the Captain finished
“Don’t count on it,” Ken mumbled as he finished cleaning up his own dishes and putting them away while the Captain finished speaking to the group. He didn’t see any profit in this deal with the baby; he didn’t plan to do anything about it himself unless situations changed and some money became involved.
Jon, you ain’t being too twitchy. Something stinks in Chinatown, and it’s starting to leak into Destiny. If it’s alright with you, Capt’n, I’m gonna get a few hours of shut eye so I can be bright eyed when we get into the main drift of the shipping lane.” Tess stated
Ken decided to turn in himself; as Tess was stating her intentions he turned and headed towards the stairwell.
“Sounds like an idea.” he said to no one in particular. He left the galley and headed up to his room without another word to anyone. Once there he stripped down to his shorts; made sure his weapons were secured and close to hand before turning in for a little shut eye.
Posted on 2011-11-12 at 00:15:39.
Edited on 2011-11-12 at 00:16:10 by RP Noob
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: ah
Which Wed were you talking about?
Posted on 2011-11-11 at 23:36:08.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Collaboration #2
The Smuggler’s Moon
Freeport
19th of Chad - Early Evening
Asim arrived at the hammock that he called his bed, but before he crawled into it he paused as his stomach growled reminding him that he hadn’t eaten anything lately. The ale that he had drank earlier seemed to be gone now; surprisingly he had no effect from it. He wondered if the healing of the Sisters had also removed the aftereffects of the alcohol. He sighed and headed back up to the Galley to see if he might dig up something to stave off his growing hunger.
In the galley he found the cook was not present; of which he was kind of glad a she would probably be kicked out and told to wait till a proper meal time. More than likely he would have been told that the galley was closed in port, as it often was, since more crew were off ship finding other means to feed themselves either food or other necessary indulgences.
He started looking around the galley; searching through the cupboards and other areas for anything that was edible. He managed to find a half loaf of bread that wasn’t too stale and a hunk of ripe cheese, both with only a couple spots of mold. In a hidden salt locker, he found about a half pound slab of beef; the lad smiled as he set his findings on a clear counter and grabbed a knife off of a rack.
Pulling up a stool, he sat and began to carve off slices of the beef, cheese and bread and slowly ate. He happened to glance down at his clothing and realized that his shirt had a huge rent where he had been stabbed and though the Sisters had washed them he saw a little red still stained the side of his best shirt. He sighed and reached down into the rent he ran a finger along the thin scar from his wound and smiled thinking that he had been very lucky to still be alive.
Asim had promised that he would repay the Sisters, if he ever got any more coins to give them. He had spent what little he had on the drinks and if he hadn’t he would have lost it to the thugs in the alley. Thinking of drinks, he got up and found a mug and dipped it in barrel next to the stove. He knew better than to seek out some of the precious ale that the cook might have stashed away; the man would string him up and skin him alive and serve him to the crew for such an affront.
The young man sat carving thin slices of the beef, chucks of cheese and tearing off a hunk of the bread he ate and washed it down with simple water.
A moment later the doorway to the galley was once again decked with the shadow of another hungry soul. This one still wore the dress made of the captains shirt and hummed a little sea shanty quietly as she made her way in.
Quickly she surveyed the room and found it empty, save for one young man enjoying an improptu meal. Seeing him swept away the warm feeling she had after conversing with the rope runner most of the morning. The shanty stopped in her throat and fell to the floor as her face dropped into a pitiful frown.
"I... umm... sorry... I'll come back later..." she muttered and began to turn around.
“No wait!” Asim said seeing the woman turn to leave.
She paused at the door, turning back slightly to look over the young man.
He recognized her at once, Davian something; he stood up quickly and looked embarrassed at seeing her. She might suspect it was because someone had caught him raiding the pantry, but instead it was because he knew that he had suggested that they give her up for the reward. He didn’t know for sure but he suspected that somehow she might know about his indiscretion.
“If you are hungry,” he said setting down the knife so as not to seem threatening and stepped back from the fare he had laid out on the counter, “come in there is plenty.”
He kept his eyes downcast, his obvious discomfort at being there before her.
There was something about him that suggested to her not to trust this young man, especially as he wouldn't look directly at her. Instinctivly her fingers moved to her belt and to the dagger resting on her hip. As she did she noted again the small cuts that crossed her fingers and the small bits of blood caught in her cuticles and even in the hilt of the dagger. Just above where it rested her stomach uttered a low rumble to remind her that she was indeed hungry. The snake coiled around her arm reminded her that only the Serpent knew when her next real meal was coming and that such offers of food should almost always be taken up.
With reluctance she nodded. "Alright..."
Without another word she stepped into the galley. First though she headed to the water basin and began a hasty cleaning of her hands with a stray dish towel before she began to make her way over to the table where the young man sat.
Asim moved back from the food, giving her free reign to eat whatever she liked. He moved to the other side of the room and it looked for a moment that he was going to leave but he halted and looked up at her.
“Ah…” he started and then stopped, he looked like he was deciding to speak or not or maybe what he should say, “my name is Asim and I…”
He seemed very nervous and from his demeanor it was plain that he was in no way threatening to her.
“Well I… maam I owe you an apology,” he managed to blurt out finally looking embarrassed as he averted his eyes again.
She began to settle onto one of the benches when the boy, Asim, began to speak to her. Reaching over for the cheese she rose a brow when he spoke of appologizing. "For what? Has the cheese turned?"
Asim would have been tempted to chuckle at her remark but he was too nervous and guilty of what he was thinking and what he had done. He audibly cleared his throat and then dragged his eyes up from the floor and tried to look at her.
“Well I..,” he stammered and then cleared his throat again, “when you were brought onboard I ah…”
He felt the butterflies in his stomach trying to gnaw their way through to escape; it made him a little nauseous thinking about telling her.
“I was one of the several crew who wanted to.. Ah.. turn you in for the reward.” He blurted out the last in a hurry. He averted his eyes again for a moment and then forced himself to look up at her. He seemed scared of her; she was strange and mysterious and there were rumors among the crew that she was some kind of witch. He was scared that she might turn him into something unnatural.
“I’m sorry.” he managed to say in a barely audible tone that sounded filled with apprehension.
She watched him as he made his confession, her face slipping from mild anxiety to quiet sadness. The serpent lifted up and ran its pointed nose along the curve of her neck. Silence, save for her slow breathing, filled the room, it hung in the air almost seeming to press down on them. And if in those moments of silence Asim began to dread whatever horrible creature Davian might turn him into, well perhaps that was part of the penance.
Finally she took a deep sighing breath and spoke.
"Why? Why are you telling me this?"
“After the Captain shot us down…” he said still studying the floor intently, “and I saw you about the deck… well I realized that the Captain was right. It was wrong to sell a person.”
“I …ah…“ he said as he raised his eyes up to her, looking through his lashes, “please don’t … turn me into anything.”
He looked ready to run out of the room at any second.
"Turn... ohhhh..." realization lit in her eyes and she shook her head a little with it, accompanied by yet another sigh. "Not really my style."
Her tongue flickered between her lips a moment. Casually she reached across the table and grabbed a crust of the bread. "You weren't done yet... why don't you come back and finish your meal, and let me tell you something...
"Once, I had my life saved by a... great man. I worked with this man after, and his son, who was also a good man, maybe not great but good. And as is inevitable in life the father grew ill." She paused long enough to bite into the bread and grab a bit of the cheese.
"The son took over his father's affairs, and soon learned that things were not as... stable... as he had thought. In fact they were nearly disasterous." Another pause for another bite and a glance across the table at the young man she told her story to.
"He tried everything he could, I tried to help. As I said he was a good man... and... and my friend. But..." her voice quivered slightly as she continued.
"But in the end he got an offer that was too great, that would solve his problems. And even good men can be tempted..." She dropped her eyes and picked at her bread.
"I honestly believe that he didn't really know what the reprucussions for me were going to be. And that if he had known, that he wouldn't have gone through with it... but... but he really didn't, and the temptation was too great."
She paused here with a great breath and looked up at Asim, "I paid for his future with my freedom. It was one of the worst betrayals I've suffered. And yet... if I ever see him again and he asks for it... I think could forgive him."
Asim listened quietly to her tale and she could see him relax and his eyes came up to look at her as she spoke. He walked back over to the counter and slipped back onto the stool. He picked up a slice of cheese and began to nibble on it as she told him her tale. His brows furrowed as she continued, he tried to contemplate what she had went through but he finally realized that he couldn’t.
When she finished she might noticed a softer look to his features, his eyes were downcast but the look was more of one that was trying to comprehend rather than being afraid. He sighed audibly in the end of look at her; taking a bite of cheese he chewed and swallowed before he spoke.
“I cant imagine what you have gone through,” he said with a shake of his head, “but I am glad that you have decided to stay aboard."
She nodded noncommittally to that.
"Also,” he continued with a slight smile, “I am glad you didn’t turn me into anything.” He seemed to be joking but yet there was a look that said he still wasn’t sure if she was a witch or not. She didn’t seem to be but you never could tell sometimes.
At that she offered a light smile accompanied with a shrug as the tears started to leave her eyes, "Well as I said... not my style."
“So,” he started again as he picked up the knife and sliced off a couple thin slices of the beef, taking one and leaving the other for her, “you plan to stay on longer? I … ah.. have noticed the Captain seems to have taken a fancy to ya?” He grinned a little and raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Aye... the Captain. He has his reasons... as everyone does. I'm here for now though, I don't particularly care for Freeport. I suppose I'll stay on board until I reach a safer port or until the Captain's reasons have been out weighed." She shrugged again and took another bite.
“Well,” Asim said between bites as he continued to eat as well, “if it is up to the Captain you will probably be here for as long as you wish.”
He finished off his last piece of bread and cheese and left some for her as he stood up and looked like he was going to leave.
“You have only been here a short time but you should know that the Captain is a very good man,” Asim said as he started walking to the passageway. He stopped in the doorway and turned to face her, his face serious and for once showed no sign of fear.
“He wont hurt you or turn you over to those that would,” he continued as he turned and left, his voice came faintly from down the hallway, “even if you hurt him in the end.”
Posted on 2011-11-11 at 11:57:32.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Posting
Well I was kind of in the midst of another Coop with Meri but havent gotten anything from her in about a week. PMed her twice and no response so I figure she is too busy with RL, kids and such.
I think our collaboration was coming to an end but not sure as she hadnt responded back.
Think I will post up to where we were at and if she wants to continue we can in the open later at her convienence.
Posted on 2011-11-11 at 11:53:52.
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Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Subject: Coming soon!
Yeah Yeah! I had to sleep, stayed up late watching that game.
Will have mine shortly and probably wont be seen on here for awhile.
Posted on 2011-11-11 at 11:49:25.
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