No it isn’t.
Hard to explain why you got left out since you were the first to sign up, but, fixed.
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When I placed my order I spent the extra 10LP that Cougar gave me - that isn’t reflected in the spreadsheet either 
I figured you knew that because nobody queried it…
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Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, we ride together. Scout, Escort, Mule, Mechanic, on steel horses we shall ride!
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Just to clarify, the only thing I will guarantee is current is the “Mission Selection” column. You all are doing a good job keeping track of your 10 LP bonuses and such, and the orders all look fine.
Dibs on the pale horse.
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~Bill: mood = unknown~
The day had passed by lazily and the Sun started to set on the horizon, spilling it’s golden and amber rays across the Earths ash filled sky…
The door on Bill’s Ford opened with a rusty squeak, and the grizzled old man stepped out of the Cab. Reaching inside under the dash, Bill popped the latch on his hood release.
Bill removed his radiator cap, and after taking a look-see around to make sure nobody was watching, opened up the front of his oil stained Carhartt overalls, and pissed into his radiator until it was topped off.
After composing himself, he looked around for his dog.
“Baby-girl! Cm’Here Baby-girl!”
Bill called out… After a moment the small Pibble stuck her head out from under the trucks driver side running board. He miniature mutant’s nose sniffed the air for Bill’s scent and sneezed!
“It’s okay sweetie! Cm’Here…”
Bill quietly coaxed his most prized possession back towards him. He knelled down and patiently waited until finally Baby-girl cautiously made her way into the range of his grasp…
And then Bill snatched the dog up as quick as a frog’s tongue catches insects! Baby-girl was startled, she was shaking nervously, but Bill could be heard verbally comforting her…
“It’s okay Baby-girl, it’s okay… I’m going to tell you the story of Mr Roboto… He talks to me in my dreams… We’re all going to be good friends!”
Bill gets back into his truck…
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Surely you meant the record-run.
One quick correction, as I think you’ve confused your bananas. Dorcas is @awjt, whereas Desmond Balthar is @SteampunkBanana.
Oh, I’m sure you’re doing something tremendously important, too.
Or something loud, at any rate.
Surely you can’t be serious.
I am, and don’t call me Shirley.
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I haven’t had time to play, although, sheepishly admit I have screwed off a little here and there… I hereby bequeath all my LP, divided between @daneel and @funruly. If they feel it needs to be further divided, they can remit further bequests to the Central Calculation Apparatus. Good luck, boys!
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Godspeed, you magnificent bastard.
Although, you ain’t going far, tied to pulling the Ark like that.
Well, Mr. De’Ath @daneel. Care for a game of poker?
Best of 7 hands, each a test of luck rolled by @penguinchris or @Donald_Petersen .
Winner take all of Mr. McGee’s 47 plates.
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You want to play De’Ath?
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We’ll miss yer presence, Dorcas, though you should check in from time to time when circumstances permit. It’ll still be a couple weeks before we hit the desert, at this rate.
Surely.
Now cut the deck.
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Probably not for the last time. Lot of bananas around here.
Just look at them.
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Well, how 'bout that. The Honorable Ian Fraser Kilmister, vicar’s son and former roadie, appears to have kept his Teamsters membership up-to-date. And man, does he love the E.A.R.A.C.H.E.
(Man, could there exist a music video that happens to so perfectly represent what’s actually happening in the game? I figure the LAPD must be zombified and Junior’s napping in the sleeper… though what exactly Zombie Lemmy is contributing to the SHITGO doesn’t bear thinking about.)
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