I think we need some filks to get us in the mood for this week's game

[hoa nguyen]

So, who wants to start?

[Joe Jack Onassis]

I can't filk.  I have no new music.   

If you get this, Sandford, and if you have one lying aroud, I'd like to buy one of your new CDs tonight.

[Johnny The Cook]

Nobody filks to new music. Pull out the moldy AM Gold.

[hoa nguyen]

I can't filk.  I have no new music.   

If you get this, Sandford, and if you have one lying aroud, I'd like to buy one of your new CDs tonight.

Ooops. Looks like I missed a sales opportunity.

[Brand Nar Gath]

SO WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?  Did we subdue the houselhold and have a restless dead type sleep or what?

[Oprah]

You guys found a shelter in Santa Fe and a map. Then scurried off to Albuquerque to meet Rama. He explained some stuff and then got shot at the end by Kimberley Scott.

By the way. This week will be my last game session for this year. I was hoping Sanford could take over after this week or anyone else for that matter. I hope that is enough time to get ready for the next game master.

[Johnny The Cook]

Say it ain't so, Oprah!

You left out the part about valiant Johnny jumping through the trap door, saving the poor girl who was getting raped, punching the rapist and then getting shot in the back by his gimp.

Oh, and we found a bunch of liquor.

Oh, and if Kimberly Scott didn't kill Rama then Johnny would have. Rama was an amoral prick. Johnny would have killed him sooner but the morphine makes him sooooooo mellow.

[Brand Nar Gath]

LONG as I get to #$#$%# Kimberly Scott with my Glock you are welcome to go off to GM heaven as you wish.

[Akker Redd]

Sanford, if you're not quite ready I can run a few weeks of CoC based on what I started with Brad and Ryan, otherwise bring on the D&D.

[hoa nguyen]

Sanford, if you're not quite ready I can run a few weeks of CoC based on what I started with Brad and Ryan, otherwise bring on the D&D.

If you could run CoC for a couple weeks, that would give me time to prepare. Oprah kind of took me by surprise.

[Brand Nar Gath]

what the hell is CoC?  Command and Conquer?  Cocks on Cocks (I will have to skip this one)?  or Country of Chlamydia?

[Akker Redd]

Call of Cthulhu it is (I don't wanna know what games you've been playing Todd).

You can make a character if you wish, or I can give you one, or you could be a fish.

The game will involve doing just terrible things to Brad and Ryan again, as well as all sorts of agony for those who dare to associate with them.

They may want to post a brief recap somewhere.

[Nyther]

NO!  Fuck them!  They didn't show; therefore, they deserve nothing!  Unless we (Brad and me, NOT THEM!  FUCK THEM!!) get extra-cool stuff, in which case, I'm all in favor of telling them about how Brad's character and mine are distantly related and are in receipt of letters with the sad news of the passing of a reclusive uncle neither knows well.  If indeed Brad and I receive super-ultra-extra -cool stuff (None of  them get anything!  They are worthless pieces of SHIT and should DIE!!), then I will go on to say that upon arriving on an island off the coast of Maine Brad's character and mine (hell if I can remember one name--we are now BC [Brad's Character] and me {That's funny.  I've never used the { char or the } char before}) find that we are included in the will of our late relative and that other distant family members are present for the reading as well.  COOL STUFF FOR BRAD AND RYAN.  Each of us had info that was specific to each of us.  I knew someone from visiting the island in the past who worked for the dead guy.  The gardener, my inside man, told me that he suspected the dead guy kept some of his money (or something of value) in a sinkhole on one end of the island.  BC was told (by whom I have no idea.  I think he said his mom used to tell him stories about this, but I think he was lying.  The fact that he kept any info from me makes me realize now that he should receive nothing from the GM because he is obviously dishonest and untrustworthy.  DIE BRAD, YOU DIE!)  that there was something (again, he was very vague. LYING SCUM-SUCKING PIG!  DIE!!!) to be found in the crypt.  In the fucking graveyard.  Oh, yeah, that's right.  The crypt.  Somehow, (I must have been slipped some sort of euphoric before I made this decision) I found myself following BC to the graveyard.  Oh, yeah.  The graveyard.  Why would I go to a graveyard at night on a creepy island?  I HATE MYSELF AND I SHOULD FUCK OFF AND DIE!!  Upon discovering the inaccessibility of the mausoleums, oh, and might I mention here the FUCKING UNDEAD walking from said houses of the dead, I left.  I went back to the dead guy's house and waited for my friend, Mr. Green Jeans.  I will continue this story following the more interesting character, me, then I might happen to mention what happened to BC, or I might leave it to do himself, since he is incapable of saying anything that isn't an outrageous LIE; so, his version may make him look less. . . hmm. . . what's the word I'm looking for--AH! Dumb-ass!  That's it! Once Farmer Joad led me to the sinkhole, we descended.  Reaching the bottom was easy, as was finding a tunnel which led to an arcane-symbol covered door. Trying to flee from the horrid, putrid thing that was waiting for me and Jimmy Carter was not easy.  Escaping from the island with my skin and sanity:  Priceless! (Especially compared to what happened to BC)  I have decided not to include what happens to BC because, frankly, I am interested to see what God-awful, pathetic lies Brad comes up with to explain why my character had to suck on BC to keep hi m from dying.  Where have I heard that before?  DIE!  ALL OF MY EXs SHOULD DIE!!

[Brand Nar Gath]

oooooookkkk buddy,........ just as long as you have some of that funny weed for us tomorrow we are all good.

is the battle dome open for visitors tomorrow?

[Johnny The Cook]

� Last Edit: Yesterday at 08:45:04 PM by Nyther �   

I'm glad this was the edited version...