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| Title | Shock Trooper |
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| RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General | |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, February 18 2004 13:40
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Granger was angry. "They escaped? They just escaped?" The young private backed away quietly as Granger seized the protesting guard. When he let go, the officer sagged to his knees in relief. "Sign him up to the full treatment. I don't want a corpse to be found." And with that, the captain returned to his car. A report came in through the radio. Civil disturbance? The Randolfi affair would have to be put off, as he rushed to the scene as fast as the car would go. En route, he radioed the codes for each police station's gun locker. --- The Floridans never stood a chance. Perhaps in another city, they would have gotten further, but Serendipity was ready. Granger was a famous commander in the war, and fighting was in his blood. And when he saw the raggedly dressed men that represented the revolution, he simply laughed. And gave the command to open fire. Within seconds the cries of "Viva Florida" had been silenced by the zip and crack of machine guns. A few men tried to fire back with revolvers, but the armed officers were merciless, and efficient. All of a sudden the rioters found themselves surrounded in all directions, and being charged by officers with bayonets. Some tried to take hostages, but were shot nevertheless. The surrendered were shot as traitors and murderers, including women and wounded. And at the end of it all Granger stood triumphant. There will be no unrest in this city, his city. This, he proclaimed, would be the turn of the tide. There will be no quarter given to any criminal elements. From now on, a curfew will be kept, and all breakers be jailed. Buildings will be searched randomly for prohibited weaponary, and all possessors executed. Even the Agency propagandists would have acknowledged that he made a fine performance. Before the blood was mopped up, the guns were back in the storage lockers and new codes entered. Granger wondered what the Agency would make of his actions. No doubt they would use it as a reason to obtain more control. He grimaced, and picked up a phone. [ Wednesday, February 18, 2004 13:44: Message edited by: FZ ] Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 17 2004 15:22
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Korarda breathed in deeply. How could she have known? Of course. She was a mage. For a moment, his thoughts fluttered to that of his father sending him on this mission. It was a mistake of him to send him, it must have been. But immediately, his mind shied away. No, it couldn't have. It must have been his own fault. Feeling shame, he continued to tail the mage. His cover may have been blown, but he still had a purpose. For all the time wasting over skin cream, the mage had a purpose too, and he must be mindful of that... That must have been it, the reason why he was sent. The mage may be able to detect him, but he could give away no information, as he knew nothing. And since mind reading was maddeningly difficult, the mage would have no real inclination to check on his thoughts. He would be hidden in plain sight. Yes, his father is wise. Korarda recited it to himself. Sadri? Who was Sadri? His mind ran over the dozens of noblemen who often visited. Yes, Sadri visited recently, and father had greeted him as an old friend. He was a friend to him as well, and if Khatereh revealed herself to be an enemy of Sadri... He clasped his dagger tightly, and ran in pursuit. --- Miles away in a city of Arcadina, Rin left the scene of Trinn's death. His assassins did not reappear either. Thus, no one picked up the additional note in his breast pocket. "Rin, If you are reading this, I am probably dead, and very likely by your hand. Since I didn't give a certain password to a certain person, an envelope will be opened at dusk today, containing all the neccessary details and exposing your activities. Rot in hell, Kliste Slime!" Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General | |
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written Tuesday, February 17 2004 13:18
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The young private laughed at all the Captain's jokes. It was only polite to do so, and there was no reason to get on the boss' bad side so early. He passed the first few tests, and now peered inquisitively at the large figure standing at the back of the room. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air, and a mug on the table. Old rifles, probably decommissioned, decorated a wall. Granger sprang. "So, tell me, are you Internal Affairs?" He watched the face of the private carefully as he searched for a response. Of course, he knew what the answer would be. They would all say no, these days - no one wanted to be labeled a snitch in times like this, and certain rumors had been circulating about Captain Granger himself... "No, sir. Why do you need to know, sir?" The kid was either a very good liar, or an honest one. He wondered if he was old enough to have served with him in the Great War. Back then, they taught you how to lie convincingly. "The trick is to believe in the lie yourself." He muttered out of earshot, and shrugged in something that could be relief, or could be frustration. At length, he retrieved a polished baton from a drawer, and walked to the door. "Start them at the deep end is always the best. Come, kid, and I'll show you the opposition. The enemy in our war against the scum of the world." Without a look back, he started walking and the private hurried behind. "Just a minute's ride away. Man by the name of Quentin Randolfi. We had him in there for ages now, and he hasn't spoken. But word on the street is that there is some big business to do with his brother." As he got in the car, the private asked. "So, sir, why are you bringing the baton?" "He's a cop killer," Granger said, and slammed the door. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
| RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General | |
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written Monday, February 16 2004 14:01
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Serendipity City, New Britain was a thriving town. Crime was low, and the factories ran hot and busy with the promise of work and fair wages for all. Trade boomed, and ships left port daily carrying goods for export. Workers were drawn in from all around the nation, and in glad response the city expanded. Migrants too came from all parts of the British Empire, and the government of Serendipity, seeing their willingness and efficiency, approved a policy of tolerance. It was a happy time, a good time. Even the Great War of '18 did little to dampen their spirits, as the progressive mayor approached the task of rebuilding with relish. Britain, France and Germany, long New Britain's colonial masters fell into her shade, as the growing nation became a focus of the world economy. New British loans went out around the world, and the city of Serendipity grew fat with accumulated wealth. The General Gage memorial drew in tourists, and crime fell to an all time low. The unemployed were safely forgotten, as men embraced the capitalist vision. People lived free, their doors unlocked, and in triumph they accepted the Gun Control Act of '20, which promised a bright future of safety for all. And then, in '21, they passed the Prohibition Act. The people of Serendipity were law-abiding folk. Few were drinkers in the first place, and so for a time they were spared the turmoil that beset cities. Amidst the panic of the federal government, the setting up of the Agency, the riots of New York, things stayed quiet. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, and over time, a number of illegal smugglers appeared, stealing alcohol from police warehouses, brewing in underground vaults, hiding barrels on ships. Over time, they coalesced, grew in scale and organisation. Speakeasies opened up in dark alleyways, in hidden cellars. SCPD officers were bribed, corrupted. The city officials were confused. They did not see how they could be doing anything wrong. So they dealt with the problem the only way they knew - they ignored it. The police turned its blind eye to the blatant crimes, let it grew unchecked. They did not wish to mar the city's reputation by violence. For a time, it worked. Then, it drastically failed. On June 3, 1921, a high-level government official called John Fish was knifed in the back by a masked assassin. Fish died later, and the peace in Serendipity was shattered. No one claimed responsibility. No one came forth as a witness. But the government was driven into immediate action. Recriminations and scapegoating filled the press. Lurid tales began to circulate, and in them was enough of the truth to make people afraid. In the people's fear, crime exploded. Some sided with the criminals, agreeing with their direct means, their agressive capitalism. Some set up vigilante groups. Caught in this whirlwind, the side of law was also fast to act. Operatives from the fledgling Agency were dispatched. The local police began a concerted effort to root out the inner enemy of corruption. It was a mix that could only end in blood on the streets of Serendipity City. --- Factions: Moonlighters: Although it is one of the largest crime organazations in Serendipity City, the Moonlighters are more reminscent of a High Middle Age guild than a gang. They protect their collective interests in keeping speakeasies operating. With this banding together comes a monopoly on the illegal alcohol market. They are able to easily bribe police with their vast wealth and, though such an interfering act is rarely done by the guild itself, it is possible for the Moonlighters to exclude any person(s) from purchasing their alcohol, a large bargaining point, since it happens to be the main fuel source for shady activities in Serendipity City. Sharks: Unfettered by any real cause, the urge to earn money lies at the heart of the Sharks. They saw an opportunity, and they decided to take it. Who can argue against their right to make money how they wanted? They were the first to appear in Serendipity, they were the first to conduct their business of crime with strict proffessionalism. Many legitimate stores were quickly bought up and used as fronts for their businesses, and ships sneak in almost everyday, loaded with bootleg alcohol from Europe, smuggled tobacco from Mexico, opium from Turkey. Unlike the Kingz, they saw little need for extortion and blackmail. Money brought power, and power brought respect. It is rumored that their aspirations reach to the high echelons of government. Kingz: Serendipity City lifelong residents with a penchant for street and tavern brawls. Not satisfied by the Serendipity City Police Department, the Kingz have been known to take the law into their own hands to protect the ethnically New British. Their vigilante justice is interrupted by brutal conflict with the Sharks, shady men of indeterminable origin who sell themselves to the highest bidder and peddle their drugs on the streets of Serendipity City. Rodina: Serendipity City has a fairly large ethnic Russian population. About fifty years back an uprising occured in a neighboring Communist country. When the Soviet Union sent troops to help the besieged government deal with the problem, many defected and crossed the border into Serendipity. Although their firearms were long ago confiscated, they retain their trained fighting skills which are passed down from generation to generation. The Rodina gang owns a few speakeasies, but are mostly concerned with protecting ethnically Russian business interests in the city. The Agency: When the troubles in Serendipity City started, with the assassination of John Fish, the federal government of New Britian sent the newly formed Agency to deal with the problems. David Hammond was made the leader of the agents in SC for his innovative methods and his strong leadership abilities, but this position has gone to his head. Now, instead of working with the SC Police Department, Hammond and his agents are completely ignoring the officers and dealing with the gangs as they wish. Public opinion is strongly in favor of the Agency rather than the Police Department, and this, along with the arrogance of the agents, has caused resentment to grow among many of the police officers. Hammond and the Agency will do whatever they feel is necessary to restore peace to the city, and the SCPD and the various gangs are not happy. The SCPD: The SCPD was led by a retired general called Captain Jules Granger. Granger had achieved a reputation of fairness and justice in past years, during more peaceful times. He had no intention of letting a bunch of anti-socials ruin his city, and when he obtained permission from the mayor to finally act, he swore that he would personally bring to justice each and every member of an illegal organisation in the city. But he faces a problem within. His policemen, though well trained and equipped for fighting with batons, are of doubtful loyalty, many being in the pay of the various gangs. Thus while his forces have the most visible resources, it is unknown how far he can rely on his subordinates. It is even unknown how far the municipal government can rely on him. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Friday, February 13 2004 11:24
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OOC: I'm killing off Trinn, and starting a new char to see how long the rp lasts. Trinn pretty much depended on Rin, and minus Rin, there is not much he can contribute. IC: Trinn walked quickly from the tavern, making his way to the meeting spot. He was eager, and excited. Too eager, and too excited to spot the crossbow being lowered. The bolt pierced his heart, and he died instantly, his corpse sweeped off into the gutter where it lay, and slowly rotted. One fewer political dissident, one fewer opportunist lived and breathed in Arcadina. In time, he would be dragged up against, recast as a hero. Forgetful time would purify his sins, and history will elevate him to demi-godhood. He would be analysed and re-analysed, immortalised in poetry. But he cared little for these things, for he was dead, and only maggots and rats kept a vigil by his remains. --- Ardavan had a son, as in common in the nobility that ruled Kliste. Life, even when peaceful, was never secure, and an heir smoothed the lives of those in charge. Kor, son of Ardavan, or Korarda in the contraction favoured by the nobles, wished to be a warrior from the day he could hold a sword. Fighting was a disreputable occupation in earlier days. People were needed as merchants, tradesman, diplomats. Killers were too easy to find. But times had grown tense. Fear had grown, and soldiery became neccessary again. And so, while Ardavan would have laughed his son's wishes aside, and thrust quill instead of halberd to his pleading hands, he instead indulged Korarda's wishes. Yet he still feared his son. Fear that for all the training, he knew nothing of the true meaning of war, of murder of death. He loved too easily, hated too easily. He was not the ice required of a dedicated general, but a raging flame. But love for his father would hold him, would bind him, would control him. And so, when Khatareh had left, the next to enter the room was Korarda himself. He saluted proudly, shuffling in his chain and helm, and Ardavan returned the gesture. Instructions were given. Follow the wizard. Trace her investigation. And then? "Avenge your uncle, and restore your father's honor." Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 9 2004 09:59
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Anyone who likes me. <Insert slushy sympathy below> Hmm, that probably ruined the effect. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 8 2004 14:24
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Well, my point before is that I have a problem with using the word belief with regards to a scientific theory. If you "believe" in the BB, what difference is there from believing in God, except the name? As a theory, what makes your attitude scientific is your willingness to question it, to disbelieve it. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 8 2004 13:36
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"Bang" has a big tendency to set up a strawman. Typically, when a physicist is talking about the Big Bang, they mean the period of rapid inflation that occured just after the appearance of the universe, which has been hypothesised to be a quantum fluctuation. The phrase Big Bang gives the false impression that (a) something was there before the existence of the universe - and time itself, and (b) that the thing is a conventional explosion, which it really isn't, and (c) there is neccessarily something outside, which the universe expanded into. IIRC, the phrase was invented as an insult, but it stuck. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 8 2004 10:02
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I find the theory credible, and the evidence persuasive, but to *believe* in it would undermine the whole point of being atheist, no? Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 7 2004 10:53
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OOC: WTH, WTH? Where is the pub? I had assumed it was in Arcadina, since Rin was spying there... Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 7 2004 07:25
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Scene 1: The Encounter in the Tavern. Trinn ignored the mayhem of the hovering bug. Like most in the pub, it caught his attention for a moment or too, but before long, he returned to his drink. Another moment of mutant hostility. Soon it would be back to the good old days, and the likes of him will be able to find a final solution to this problem. He returned to the task at hand. The spy had narrowed his eyes, and he urged himself to be more careful. His plans would be damaged if he gave even a suggestion of his true identity, and his true plans. So he got up, stumbled clumsily past the spy, and left by the front door, hidden by the melee. A note had been planted. "Sir, I know who you are, and I can expose you. I also know what you suspect, and I agree with your suspicions. We will both profit from a new peace, and an end to this war. Come meet me in the alley behind Elm Street, or I will do my civil duty and inform the authorities. T. D." Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 6 2004 12:50
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Another man entered the bar. He stood still for a moment, as though a flotilla of invisible servants would appear and pamper him. As none did, he hung up his greatcoat on a nearby hook, and sat down. Few would speak to him. Even as the pub grew busy, and drinkers trying to drown their fears flooded in, none chose to sit beside him. His face was that of defeat, and age. His name was Trinn Deslar, and his reputation was infamy in Arcadina. When he was younger, younger than his memories allowed him, he was a force of power, a magnificent power amongst the politics of Arcadina. He had many supporters, voices to carry his cry. He had challenged for the role of Premiership. He lost. He could still remember those days of glory, of him standing and the crowd, cheering below. His message, he could still remember his message, and it filled him with a pride that almost burst his heart. His fists clenched a little. The image of that rally filled his mind, as it has done so often. The chants, the terror and the ecstacy. How could he have lost? --- "Might!" He had cried out, his fist punching the air. He was Tritt then, and the banners bore his name. "We Arcadinans hold the might of the land! Did not we crush the vile Nargis, the corrupted orcs, the foul giants!" "And what did the Kliste do? They hid behind us, they are parasites to us. And there are others, too, parasites also! The sickening Insectoids, the mutants and the rest! What do we owe them? Nothing! They betrayed us, are betraying us, stealing our wealth." And then, with a crescendo of controlled hatred, the crowd had roared, and he had joined them. He could remember the chants. "Repay blood with blood!" "Dirty mutants!" "Down with the Alliance!" And together as one, his glorious army marched, there feet striking fear into the hearts of the inner enemies. They marched to the Marble Palace themselves, to show their support. But the army was waiting for them. --- Afterwards, he tried to fade, to disappear. He changed names, but there was no way to change his face. Trinn's fierce blue eyes, his jutting jaw and dark complexion was hard to hide. As time went on, however, the old guard died, and the midwinter incident was forgotten. His wealth dwindled, and his supporters melted away. By now, he was just another old man, and his aura of anger and hatred kept the unwelcome away. But now, with this war, the first part of his wishes was complete. There was a chance now that he has never had, to build the purified, cleansed, sacred Arcadina he has always desired. He caught the gaze of a man nearby in a corner. He still had contacts, and one had told him of a certain spy. This then was an inroad to the golden path of power, a tool through which he can shape the world. Through a detestable Klisten, he can seize the sword of strength. Then he may decide what to do with it. OOC: Needless to say, Trinn is not a nice guy. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 2 2004 14:07
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Definitely can't get in. 504 DNS Lookup timeouts. It's http://www.polarisboard.org/board/ Right? Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 2 2004 11:41
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Polaris is down again... Explanations, Logalot? <Readies Logalot hang-draw-and-quartering orders> Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 31 2004 14:08
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Atheist, though Taoism/Buddhism have their virtues... Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 30 2004 17:31
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The dragons were native, according to Motrax who details a meeting with the First Expedition. Goblins are vermin. They probably snuck in some time or other, and couldn't get out. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 28 2004 09:46
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IMHO, the Fallout games are the most similar RPGs to Geneforge - it has great interactivity in the game world, multiple endings, the same sort of Realtime movement/turn based combat, a similar sort of wilderness travel mode, and so on. Multiple characters are not handled as well, IMHO, and there are no spells or real factions, but character development of your hero is very well done. The game flavour is also somewhat different. Well worth giving a try. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 27 2004 11:02
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Keep waiting, folks. We are still checking the consistency of the custard. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 25 2004 11:55
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quote:Denial is the first stage of dealing with a traumatic experience. Or is that apathy? -FZ, who is stealing Aloreal's sig and also driving a stake through Logalot's heart. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 25 2004 04:21
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quote:But it'll be fun! :cool: Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 25 2004 03:38
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Can I hit Logalot (very, very hard) now? Gah!! I think I still have backup of a bit of (non-existent topic) somewhere, and my intro for the (non-existent and not yet existent rp). Otherwise... <Starts choking Logalot> Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 21 2004 15:39
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quote:One gets the feeling that it is a mistake to point this out. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 21 2004 15:07
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Perhaps we can commission New Line Cinema for the movie? :rolleyes: Really, Avernum would make a great movie... Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 21 2004 15:03
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Plans are being hatched. Dungeons are being excavated. Dread horrors are being pulled out of storage. Keep waiting... Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 21 2004 12:42
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Let's not get side tracked into the justification of the war. I doubt that anybody's opinions are going to be changed regarding that, and we'll just get an ultra-violent flame war going on and stuff. I personally did not agree with going to war, but now that we are there, I think we need to finish the job. Posts: 269 | Registered: Saturday, May 24 2003 07:00 |