Ya, I'm trying to think who I'd like to play if/when we play again. I rather like Boomer. But I'm also wanting to try something else. Maybe Starbuck.

Omnis, you apparently have a thing for damaged goods.

Oh wait, that's the entire cast.

um ya. Tis true. You would think with so many "damaged goods" out there, I'd have a flock of women at my door. Apparently I'm also a "nice guy" which has a stronger repellent.

Oh, you meant for the show/game. Right. um. ya.

Which is ironic as I think I'd like to play Saul Tigh.

I think he's the best character to play, actually. He's my preferred character these days.

Starbuck's fun to play also, but the pilots are sort of...like playing a fighter in D&D as opposed to playing a magic-user. Rather than trying to come up with creative combinations or solutions, your gig is to shoot stuff.

that's what I thought, and then spent half the game running the ship and trying to save it from ruin.

I have no problem with being a fighter in D&D so maybe being one of the mindless cannons would be good for a first game.

I dunno.

So, not promising it would start this week or anything, but if I ran a second game of Battlestar Galactica, who would be interested? I've counted Pete, Stunthusband and Omnis so far. Anyone else?

I'd be interested. My previous offers of trying to run a game of Republic of Rome, or even a game of Mafia/Werewolf also stands, but I leave that to the interest of the thread.

Also, with the caveat that for the next couple of weeks, I'll be pretty busy, so any game I play will have to be patient with me, and I would be unable to start running a game for at least two weeks.

Congratulations to Team Cylon for their glorious (and inevitable) victory!

First I want to thank BillyTea and the entire Academy for this MVP award -- gosh I never expected this. Wow. But I couldn't have done it without all the little humans that I impugned, maligned, and manipulated along the way.

Bless you, Boomer, for your innocence -- I used you like a drunk cheerleader on prom night and you never hesitated to thank me and ask me for another. Daddy Adama, you should probably know that mommy never loved you and her orgasms were just another cobbled-together sub-routine like her Gods-awful pork strudel. But always making her wear a sweaty wife-beater and calling her "Tigh" at the pinnacle of pleasure probably didn't help. Baltar, you're a funny little man and I would have loved to have kept you as a pet but your air-sexing a non-existent Caprica Six creeped me out.

So as I accept this award, here under a pitiless sun baking the radiation-wracked ruins of Caprica, draped in my comfy Adama-skin blanket, I raise a toast to Roslin and Apollo in a cup crafted from Baltar's boiled skull, and brimming with Boomer's heart-blood. Mmmmm-mmmm! That's good soup!

Still, you might be asking yourself (in the unlikely event you are still alive) what thoughts go through a cylon's mind at a time like this? When so much has been risked, and so much risk has been so amply rewarded. To what thoughts does a young toaster's mind turn? Simple, really.

A P/A system and Sinatra.

And now, the end is near;
And humans face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life of bull,
I've traveled each and every lie-way;
And more, much more than this,
I whacked them my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
I didn't shoot dad, while he was in detention.
But I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exception.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway.
But more, much more than this,
I screwed them my way.

dumm-dum-dumm dee dum!

I did it MYYYYYY WAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

You know, when that PA system attains its inevitable sentience, it's going to swim down your throat and choke the hell out of you.

Zach wouldn't have been a cylon.