"...I'm just messing with you, there is no Will save."

Yeah, you're just hosed. Everything that was your essence, your intellect, gets sucked into the medallion (which audibly burps) while your vacant corpse remains upright, swaying.

The medallion falls from your lifeless hand and lands on the dungeon floor with an appealing metallic clinking.'

It is shiny.

The medallion falls from your lifeless hand and lands on the dungeon floor with an appealing metallic clinking.'

It is shiny.

Ooooh. Shiny.

I grab it.

and give it to Aimee, who says she likes it, but who is really rolling her eyes at how tacky it is, so she gives it to goodwill.

The end

I grab it.

t rolls dice behind screen

Hmm. It doesn't look quite as pretty as you first thought when Shambleau over there dropped it, but it is still nice, and is the only neat thing you've gotten your hands on in here. There's a bunch of writing and symbols on it but they quickly bore you. You think it would look awesome with the necklace tied around your head like Mumbata's in Conan the Destroyer.

The medallion feels cool against your forehead.

Vortex, send me an email at my profile addy and we'll make arrangements other than paypal.

Pssst, Steph! You can assign me any name you like.

Kinda looks like me.

My favorite pic of Steph

ND, were you going to send me your flight info, or should I just hang out in Dulles looking for a guy in a kilt?

I have a cicada question (and yes, I've seen 2 brood swarms so far, both in the District)...there are 7-year broods, 13-year broods, and 17-year broods. What's with the prime numbers?

Cicadas are math snobs.

Kinda like Nilly. :)

What's with the prime numbers?

They're really a hivemind bio-computer with a funky algorithm.

They fight crime.

Yes, Raquel, I was. I totally forgot when I got home. I'm out at work right now and don't have my flight information here. I'll remind myself to send them when I get home.

It's on the 19th, it's American Airlines, and I get in around 8:30, I know that much.