~ sleeps fitfully, dreams ~
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… … … … … … … … … … … …~ shivers, turns ~
Badass Psychotherapy Dragons?
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
~ zzzz ~
~ zz zzz … mumbles … ~
The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
Horror of wounds and anger at the foe,
And loss of things desired; all these must pass.
We are the happy legion, for we know
Time’s but a golden wind that shakes the grass.
There was an hour when we were loth to part
From life we longed to share no less than others.
Now, having claimed this heritage of heart,
What need we more, my comrades and my brothers?
~ sn sn zzz ~
Indeed.
They made Lucky Strikes with filters?
Qualm 23
The GM is my radiator, I shall not gasp.
He maketh me to lie down in piles of rust and ash.
He leadeth me beside the LaBrea Tar Pits.
He waxeth my coat.
He leadeth me in the twisted channels of charnel, for his avatar’s sake.
Yea Tho I walk thru the valley of splat,
I fear no re-rolls.
For cows art whiff me.
Thy axelrod and thy shifter they contort me.
Thou preparest a table of stats before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head gasket with oil.
My oilpan runneth over.
Shirley, tl;dr shall haunt me all the days of my short virtual life:
And I will idle in the garage of the Gourd for ever and ever.
Ayup.
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OOC: Would someone mind sharing a screen grab of our original starting stats?
[Channing takes the offered cigarette tentatively, inhales, then doubles over, coughing up a storm. After a few moments she tries again, with similar results. She passes back the cigarette to Honey ]
[cough] Honey, I remember why I didn’t pick this up, but I sure do feel [cough] luckier.
Junior I’m not real familiar with the brand, seeing as I don’t smoke. Happened to find it in an old abandoned gas station, might be that they did, before all the world went to hell.
This one got posted. But not everyone is on it.
I’ve been trawling through old results threads to keep track of mine.
GMs - do you have the old numbers? Could the spreadsheet have tabs for each round so we don’t lose the old numbers?
I can get a screen shot of that for you tomorrow.
@daneel - I’m not familiar enough with Google Docs to set up a multiple-tabbed public spreadsheet without making all of the pages in the spreadsheet public, but I can at least get a screenshot of everyone’s stats at each round. Is that close enough?
~ stretches, rubs stubble ~
Haven’t slept so well in yonks. Who’s for a brew, eh?
You know, say what you will about all weapons of mass destruction, but the fact that all the radiation has made the digestive tracts of the local coyotes the like that of civets, well,
You know, this is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee.
Mornin’ Joe.
Morning Junior. Mind if I join you in a cup?
Toddy cats make a dandy snack when you’re in a fix. Always was tough knowing the coffee output would be slightly dented; but old Li Zhijun was mucking about with things that changed animal innards; so I never did feel too bad.
You guys are gross with your coyote coffee. I’ll be over here with some Earl Grey Hot starting my morning.
I have some bagels from our trip through LA though. Found a lovely little Korean place that still managed to boil their own. Lovely family. Very well armed.
Poo coffee. Tea. Bagels. Whatever. You can keep it. A day started right is a day that begins with breakfast sprinkles. Want one? They’re special. I’m down to my last box.