New Silver Inn v2.0
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 14 2003 15:37
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Wiseman: So let's see here. There are 3 of us and an indefinate number of oddball plant demons. Mars: It could be worse. Firedrake: How so? Mars: They could be that tree thing from the first 2 Evil Dead movies. Wiseman: Why? What's the deal with that tree demon you speak of? *Mars wispers something into Wiseman's ear. Wiseman: Oh dear god! That's sick! *Wiseman punches Mars for describing that scene in the first Evil Dead movie. Mars: Oh, I almost forgot... *Mars activate his wrist blade. OOC: This happened before ef's post did. [ Monday, April 14, 2003 15:39: Message edited by: Lone Flame ] Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Master
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written Monday, April 14 2003 16:35
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Being the only one able to stay completely calm, Wise Man quickly analysed the situation. Okay. Alex is trapped under at least four tentacles. He's got 6 minues to live, that means I got 6 minutes to save him. I'll need Mars and FD to distract the monster while I pry him out and drag him out of here. Wise Man quickly told them his hastily formulated plan, and the three got to work... -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 14 2003 17:00
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Mars: Fire 3! *The creature is uneffected. Mars: Firestorm! *The creature doesn't even notice. Mars: Bloody hell... Flare! *The creature smacks Mars into a wall. Then FD stabs the creature and is knocked into Mars. Mars: This isn't working! FD: Just keep on. WM needs us to continue on. Mars: Alright. X-Magic_Flare,Holy! *The creature smacks Mars with a tentacle. Then FD slices off that tentacle. Mars: Get back! *FD away from Mars. Mars: I hate this spell, but... X-Magic_Merton,Cure3! *Mars and the creature are engulfed in flames. Then the somewhat burned Mars is healed. Mars: Bloody hell that hurt. What the?!? It's still alive. Dammit! *Suddenly Wiseman appears next to Firedrake. Wiseman: I did it. He's freed. Firedrake: Good. Now let's help Mars. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Master
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written Monday, April 14 2003 17:38
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Wise Man pelted it with charged shurikens, but to no avail. "Oh right, no real nervous system. By the way, make sure nothing covers Mars' nose!" Wise Man cut off a tentacle that was holding Mars' chest tightly. A swooping tentacle sent WM to the ground. FD stabbed the creature repeatedly with poisoned daggers, but there was no visible effect other than a slight decrease in speed and reaction (OOC: I assume FD uses Slowing Poison on his weapons as well as regular poison). "Now what?" FD asked. "Watch my back, and the thing's tentacles. It's time to deliver a little shock." Tapping into the might of his soul, Wise Man charged his glaive to the point of instability, then delivered a thrusting blow to the creature. It convulsed violently, every cell of its body overloaded with soul energy, until it finally lay limp, dead by roasting. Wise Man stood there, sweating and panting heavily, then removed the weapon. "Alright, we'll need to seal this room now. If the corpse slips off the hull, the water will flood the ship and it'll sink." [ Monday, April 14, 2003 17:39: Message edited by: Chemical Wise Man ] -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 14 2003 17:47
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"Yes, do that, seal the room." ef sent strong healing rays out to the party. "When you have caught your breath, come upstairs to me, the Archmage may need further treatment. And you all get a bonus for this, you were marvellous. We will reach Aizo very soon now. That was rather tight." -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 14 2003 18:35
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Mars: So how are we supposed to seal the room? Wiseman: You don't know?!? I thought you were a mage! Mars: My spells are limited to whatever I could remember from Exile and Final Fantasy. Wiseman: What are Exile and Final Fantasy? Mars: 2 really cool game series. Wiseman: How bout a few dozen force barriers? Mars: I think I can do that. You got any sealing powers of your own? Wiseman: Yes, but we'll all have to do our sealings at the same time. Firedrake: Alrighty then. A little variety never hurts. *The 3 do a whole lotta different kinds of sealing spells(and soul energy thingies) When they are done they take Alex to a place where he can recover. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, April 15 2003 20:33
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OOC: Sorry bout the double post, but I can't let this topic die... IC... Mars: Hey Wiseman, would you like to train with me? Wiseman: Sure. Not like I've got anything better to do. *Mars pulls out 2 daggers. Wiseman: That's odd. Mars: What? Wiseman: I could have sworn you had lost a hand doing something. Mars: I did. It grew back. Now I don't have to hide, since I'm no longer dependant on a wrist blade for defense. Wiseman: Whatever... Let's do the training thing. *Mars lunges at Wiseman, but misses. Mars: Your fast, but I can cheat. X-Magic_Quick,Haste. X-Magic_Avatar,Invunerability(on Wiseman). X-Magic_Life3(Mars),Life3(Wiseman) Wiseman: Now that is cheap, but nothing I can't handle. *Wiseman blasts Mars with Soul Energy, thus sending Mars flying into a wall. Mars gets up and rushes Wiseman, and punches him. Wiseman then impales Mars, who heals himself. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, April 15 2003 20:52
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The coast of Aizo is clearly visible by now. We should be there within the hour. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Skip to My Lou
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written Wednesday, April 16 2003 13:53
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With ef's help Alex has almost recovered completely and thanks everyone for rescuing him. -------------------- Need a pet? Need cheap labor? Buy a Moose! Take the Personality Test! INTJ 78% 33% 44% 22% Huzzah for the Masterminds! Posts: 1629 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Thursday, April 17 2003 09:57
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"Well, we have reached Aizo. Now, listen everybody: we have little information about what's going on and we do not want to attract too much attention. I am a widow, nicely circumstanced, I am travelling and you are my escort. Nothing unnatural in that. Lord Szas will lead us to an inn or a hotel suitable for a lady on her own and we make ourselves comfortable there. Later on we'll have a meeting, share first impressions and make plans. Show your very best manners and let's go." [ Thursday, April 17, 2003 09:58: Message edited by: ef ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Thursday, April 17 2003 12:09
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Mars: So, out of curiousity, how are we going to pay for fancy rooms? ef: We're in a drug gang! We can afford to do this kind of thing. Mars: Alrighty then. So I guess I won't have to use some of the 97 billion pieces of various types of metal with high value, 45 million pieces of jewlry, 63 thousand diamonds and various crystals. Wiseman: You have all that money?!? Mars: Yeah, as far as I can tell, LF never took anything out of his jacket before giving it to me. Firedrake: Okay everyone. If Mars dies, grab his jacket, so we can loot him later. Mars: Oh wait. I can't wear it out in the open. Wiseman: Why? Mars: Not many people on the planet wear black leather jackets. And since we're trying blend in, I don't want to wear anything that stands out. *Mars pulls out a pair off non-descript robes and puts them on over what he's already got on. Then he puts the jacket in a pocket on the robes. Mars: I'm ready to go. How bout y'all. [ Thursday, April 17, 2003 14:31: Message edited by: Lone Flame ] Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Thursday, April 17 2003 18:05
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Almost arriving at shore, FD gathers the few things he brought, and puts on his cloak. Concealing his swords and daggers and various weapons. FD then finds ef and ask for instructions while they are at Aizo. -------------------- "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes back into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche "There is no dodging the quad laser." -Ugnagnok Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, November 14 2002 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Friday, April 18 2003 14:44
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"I have no instructions yet, Firedrake. Come with us to the hotel, take in the overall atmosphere, be alert. Everything else at our meeting in the hotel." OOC: Now we wait for Alec to start his story. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, April 19 2003 15:27
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OOC... *LF pulls out a cot and a pillow, cause it's gonna be a long wait. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Master
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written Saturday, April 19 2003 16:02
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Wise Man starts practicing advanced Bladeweave while he waits. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, April 19 2003 22:06
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OOC: Alec? What about your story line? Ready to start? If not, say so, then we come up with a hotel story or something else as a filler. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Monday, April 21 2003 08:24
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Firedrake decides to throw some shrukens at some rocks because he has nothing better to do. -------------------- "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes back into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche "There is no dodging the quad laser." -Ugnagnok Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, November 14 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, April 21 2003 14:52
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[Filler, please? I'm still figuring out who backstabs who.] -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 21 2003 14:59
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Mars: If anyone needs me, I'll be at the local blacksmith's shop. ef: Alright, just be sure to come right back when you are finished. Mars: Actually I was thinking of venturing to the local pub after that. ef: Just don't get in trouble and come back right after that in case we need you for something. Mars: What if I want to go to the... ef: No! Just come back after you finish at the blacksmith and/or pub. Mars: Fair enough. See y'all later. *Mars leaves inn and enters a forge. Mars: Greetings, might I inquire as to what your name is? Smith: I'm smith, the local blacksmith for this town. Mars: Pleased to meet you. I am Mars. Smith: So what brings you to my shop? Mars: Well, I was thinking about making a few throwing daggers. Smith: No problem... Wait a minute, did you say make? Mars: Yeah, why? Is there a problem with that? Smith: Yes. You think you can just waltz in here an expect me to let you borrow my shop to make some daggers!?! Mars: Yeah, but I'm gonna supply the materials and the labor. I just want a nice area to work in. Smith: What's in it for me? Mars: You get to learn one of my trade secrets and you get a way to quickly make throwing daggers and perhaps a few other types of weapons. Smith: Fair enough. Let's get started. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Monday, April 21 2003 17:17
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Lord Szas had left them to go and prepare for their accomodation and Mars had gone off to a blacksmith. ef, feeling slightly bored and wishing for action, invited her whole group to a good dinner in a restaurant she saw close by. She gave Mars the direction before he vanished and approached the building leisurely. "Let's eat something and keep our eyes open to watch and observe people and their behaviourisms. May come in useful somewhen. Also I'm a little curious as to what is served here. And Archmage Alex still needs some building up." OOC: I have nothing special in mind. But we could become aware of differences in manners and speech and movement or some such thing. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Cartographer
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written Tuesday, April 22 2003 02:48
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Sitting idly on a chair in the inn, nursing her hangover from the fort's party, Riibu is also quite certainly bored. Having been somewhat absent from recent happenings, she has noticed how practically everyone else has left away to do some sort of quest. Feeling a bit sad for herself, because she didn't get to go with them, she quietly thinks to herself, that perhaps she ought to do something, instead of just waiting for something to happen. "I ought to do something." Then a terrible ache makes her swear to never party again. After a while, she gets up and heads upstairs to go rest in her stuffy room. As she's climbing up the stairs, a thought strikes her sore head. Why, she has yet to travel and scout as much as she was suppose to! Of course, this is what she must do! Get on with the scouting and find some actual places for their ring to sell. Smiling, she nods to herself and then hurries quickly to her room. First she airs the room, because, well, she hadn't done so yet. Then she rummages through the already quiet messy room, trying to find her trusty staff. After locating that, she sits down on her (actually clean and fluffy) bed and sighs. "Now where on earth are those maps I'll be needing...?" Well, they were under the bed, inside a pink pouch. For some odd reason, there were also some reddish corks inside the puch... Looking suspiciously around, Riibu throws the corks in to the fireplace and lits a fire in it (to burn any evidence). She takes a trip to the kitchen, hurrying out before the cook would find out what all sorts of goodies she had taken for herself, and then, after the long delay, she steps out of the inn and starts her journey on to adventures. Then she returns to get some things she had forgotten. Like extra clothes. On to the adventure! But when she went to get the clothes, she forgot the pink pouch, which was just fine, excluding the colour, in her room. With the maps in it. After all sorts of hassle, she finally returns to her original mission and heads out in world. With a horse this time. OOC: :P I get to do stuff, and you don't. Nah nah :P . [ Wednesday, April 23, 2003 09:55: Message edited by: Riibu ] -------------------- Ah! My Homepage - In Finnish and English Geneforge - The Maps My Elfwood Gallery - Stories I've written in english The WALL - Forums in Finnish Waiting for medication. I could really use some. Posts: 1308 | Registered: Sunday, September 8 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, April 22 2003 12:56
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*After making 300 throwing daggers, Mars gathers his daggers and says his goodbyes to Smith. Then Mars leaves the forge and heads for the bar(& grill). Mars: Hey, barkeep, what kind of drinks do you serve here? Barkeep: Beer, whiskey, and wine. Mars: Well, I'm rich, so I think I'll have the wine and while I'm at... Get everyone another round of whatever they're having. Barkeep: Very well, sir. *Mars pays the barkeep in gold. Then the barkeep sends everyone another round of drinks. Mars: So, what kind of food does this place serve? Barkeep: Steak, chicken, pork, stew, and sandwiches. Mars: A nice amount of variety. I think I'll have the steak. Does anyone want any food? I'm buying. *Suddenly 5 large, muscular men walk up to Mars. Thug1: My, my. What do we have here? It looks like some little rich kid who's got too much money for his own good. Thug2: Maybe we should relieve him of some of that burden. After all, he seems to have plenty to go around. Mars: So, I take it you wish to beat the crap out of me and rob me. Thug1: Only if you do not pay us for our "protection". Mars: Let's see here. 6 of you. One of me. You are armed with clubs and swords and I am armed with daggers and throwing knives. Yep, I think I would win this fight. Thug2: How so? We out number you 6 to 1. Mars: True, but I am a mighty wizard. Thus making that ratio insignificant. Thug3: You don't look like a wizard! Mars: Let us step outside and will show you my power. Thug1: Fair enough. *Mars and the thugs walk outside. Then Mars summons a Demon and castes a divine thud spell on it, thus killing it. Thug2: Oh hell. Sorry to have bothered you sir. Have a fine day. *With that done, the thugs leave and Mars returns to the bar. Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, April 22 2003 17:33
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An opulent meal was laid out before them. ef eyed it, torn between suspicion and curiosity. "Don't ask me what this is. There are quite a few things here I've never seen nor heard about. We'll have to find out. Enjoy while you can. I'm listening in on Mars. It won't be long before he's managed to become the talk of the town. We will be in for it as usual. So relax, enjoy, mind your manners and get ourselves a good reputation at this place as long as we are still able to focus on such minor details. A toast to you all. I just imagine the face of Lord Szas when he finds out what Mars has been doing. Be alert, be awake, be yourselves and survive." -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |
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Master
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written Tuesday, April 22 2003 18:02
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Wise Man took a quick look around. "It's a good thing my ... tools are ... easily hidden." His steak, somehow, had a strange tint to it. Being his cautious self, Wise Man took out an enchanted silver needle, inserted it into the steak, then removed it. The moment the needle was removed, it turned black. "Poison." Everyone at the table stopped eating. Wise Man smiled, then chuckled. "Don't worry. I know this brand of poison. Whoever poisoned the food, I was the target, you don't need to worry." Although I already know who targeted me. OOC: Wise Man will eventually have a frontal confrontation with his mage parents, who are out to get him because of the spoiled family line (remember how I said WM carries a mutation in his genes, same area as most other blademasters?). But the crew knows nothing about his relations with his parents yet. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 22 2003 18:10
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Firedrake, eats his great steak and bread. Then he waits for the others to get done... -------------------- "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes back into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche "There is no dodging the quad laser." -Ugnagnok Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, November 14 2002 08:00 |