In the Forgotten Keep?

R.I.P. Anir.

 

Hey Yellow, where is it raining where you are?

 

huh?

 

forget it, doesn't really matter, I'm just sooooooooooo tired and borrrrreeed that I'm saying random things right now.

 

lol I'm kinda out of it so im missing the obvious

 

that makes two of us here Yellow. Who else wants to join club "so out of it"?

 

lol yeah! we started a club!

 

we'll be like the CEO and President of it, OMG we need to get a website up and running, and we'll need to start the merchandising. I'll make the mugs and you make the t-shirts.

 

Yeah!! I'll get right on that! as soon as im done playing computer with my brother

 

kewl, have fun with that, I might be thinking of playing Gears of War or The Last Remnant right now or something, I don't know.

 

someone should post in the RP

 

I'm not sure what else there is for Terrance to say, he's already comforted Kaethe, and talked with Rogue. I was thinking that we were waiting on Leaka to continue forward, or for someone else to make friendly with the players.

 

I'm going to have to stop working if i want to not get left behind like this... I have no idea what to write... I think I'll just watch the new Haruhi...

 

Hono you need to quite your job for a few days and lock yourself in the house.



I'm kidding.

 

My pay checks are far to big for that. 100 bucks a week? not bad for part time.

 

Could start rebuilding the wheelchair. 'Flint' made/bought/repaired some tools.

 

Yeah Mark has a good plan.

 

sounds good. I'll post sometime tomorrow morning. Did i mention that its really 40-50$ bucks a shift?

 

My internet connection has been sporadic at best the past few days and I leave for a fishing trip on the morrow. I'm not leaving the RPG forever, but feel free to ignore or write for Scott for a while.

I return from the trip Thursday (probably).

 

Britney will keep an eye out for the ducky, I'm sure. hehe~

 

I'll GM the duck as well then.
He'll be in green.

 

you're killing Terrance, Leaka. Why do you torture him so?

 

I assume he still has a mouth.
He could pretend, chew piece and put it in a napkin afterwards.

 

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*slowly gets up, turns around, and walks through door*

 

woohoo, food...

oh, Britney, you're such an airhead sometimes...