No self-respecting adventurer would ever ride an alpaca. That's just silly.
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Sean K - May 12, 2004 12:10:36 pm PDT #1937 of 9999
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
JohnSweden - May 12, 2004 12:12:43 pm PDT #1938 of 9999
I can't even.
You can have Sparkles, if you want.
I wouldn't presume. Plus, Sparkles suits you splendidly. Why would you doubt the Granter-of-names? Are you injured in some way?
Katerina Bee - May 12, 2004 12:12:44 pm PDT #1939 of 9999
Herding cats for fun
(runs off with her TripliKate) Thanks, Billytea!
Lee - May 12, 2004 12:18:40 pm PDT #1940 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
don't wanna be wednesday. wanna made up name like everybody else.
billytea - May 12, 2004 12:18:42 pm PDT #1941 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
No self-respecting adventurer would ever ride an alpaca. That's just silly.
I don't recall saying he was self-respecting.
It's a great, but not overly useful. character concept. He plays a Gnome called Mayhem, who can cast both divine and arcane spells. Only problem is, he doesn't know how he does it; all he knows is that when he gets worked up, strange things happen. The player has all his spells written on cards. On his turn, he shuffles the cards and draws one at random; and that's what he casts. (He does then try to find the best use of the spell.)
If anyone asks what his profession is, he says he's a gaucho. He's at a loss to explain what a gaucho does, but still. In addition to the alpaca, he has a squirrel familiar called Miguel.
I'm having great fun with it. They're supposed to be a band of heroes riding off into the desert to save it from an unknown great evil, but they spend most of their time arguing with each other. The whole town turned up to watch them leave, and basically agreed that these heroes would be found dead at the first crossroads because they couldn't agree which way to go.
billytea - May 12, 2004 12:20:41 pm PDT #1942 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Why would you doubt the Granter-of-names? Are you injured in some way?
Sure, let's go with that. Sparkles... Nope. Doesn't suit.
Nora Deirdre - May 12, 2004 12:21:40 pm PDT #1943 of 9999
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
hi. skipped about a bazillion messages to let whoever is keeping track know, that Tom and I won't be coming down for the F2F after all.
My weekends for the next month or so will be going to CT to help out my folks in the aftermath of my dad's broken leg and recovery.
Have fun!
brenda m - May 12, 2004 12:24:27 pm PDT #1944 of 9999
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh, no, I'm so sorry to hear that. We'll miss you!
Aims - May 12, 2004 12:26:02 pm PDT #1945 of 9999
Shit's all sorts of different now.
NO NO NO.
Well, fine. But I don't gotta like it!
Anne W. - May 12, 2004 12:26:41 pm PDT #1946 of 9999
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
FYI, if the cicadas are too rambunctious, the Thurs. night cookout will be a cook-in.
Edit: Darn! I'm sorry you can't make it, Nora. Bleah.