@Randakar: Thanks for reminding me about the BA strike. Ciryandor, you have to incorporate that into the theme somehow
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I know, but a) it gives me a way to persuade you to vote someone else
and b) it is no more than fair that others know the background to it.
*belches loudly, then glares at the elf*
"Pointy-eared freak! I bet it was her!"
Vote Calamity
"Pointy-eared freak! I bet it was her!"
Vote Calamity
True dath!I know, but a) it gives me a way to persuade you to vote someone else
I do doubt that you're going to die tonight. Mine is the only vote on you, and given how volatile and random the voting usually is on the first day. The chances that you are actually going to die are small. Still, one can have hope
*Since he took an oath to defend the girl of his dreams Paendrag decides to throw the AD&D rule book on JDMS when he's not looking...*
*Waits*
*Whistles innocently*
*Casually lifts his foot encased in a heavy, steel-toed boot onto the seat-head in front of him, sipping his beer contentedly*
???
I guess you don't know Lord Strange's School of Thought. It goes like this:
Vote Eternaly_Lost
"poiSoN? how crude of a tactic is that?" thought guidO. of course, he still worked fOr his family, but he left accounting for Personal reasons: it was too bloody even for him.
at least he dIdn't become a lawyer like his brother, nunzio. even guido has some limitS on pimping himself.
"da suitcases are on the plane, da money is safely stowed, and we just need to Get where we need to. hopefully, without all this yAmmerin' and Yakkin' that is going on about some dame and another ...thing with pointy ears and some guy pumped on steroids and wears too much bling. poison is used for those who have no stomach for fightin. figures that there are cowards on this plane. who could the wimps be?"
at least he dIdn't become a lawyer like his brother, nunzio. even guido has some limitS on pimping himself.
"da suitcases are on the plane, da money is safely stowed, and we just need to Get where we need to. hopefully, without all this yAmmerin' and Yakkin' that is going on about some dame and another ...thing with pointy ears and some guy pumped on steroids and wears too much bling. poison is used for those who have no stomach for fightin. figures that there are cowards on this plane. who could the wimps be?"
*comes to as the airplane takes off*
Oh, ah. Nooooo! I'm not supposed to be on this flight! Where are we going anyway? I need to book a ticket straight back to Stockholm pronto. I've already missed the florist appointment and if don't get back in time for our meeting with the minstral Anne will be soo furious.
*checks the pockets of his kilt (or is it a skirt? It's checkered so even if it is pink and purple I'll call it a kilt) and finds his boarding card*
Werewolf Air, flight WA 87. Werewolf Air!? So where are we going? to Transylvania? I'd be really lost finding my way back from there and since that mustn't happen:
vote Eternaly_Lost
Oh, ah. Nooooo! I'm not supposed to be on this flight! Where are we going anyway? I need to book a ticket straight back to Stockholm pronto. I've already missed the florist appointment and if don't get back in time for our meeting with the minstral Anne will be soo furious.
*checks the pockets of his kilt (or is it a skirt? It's checkered so even if it is pink and purple I'll call it a kilt) and finds his boarding card*
Werewolf Air, flight WA 87. Werewolf Air!? So where are we going? to Transylvania? I'd be really lost finding my way back from there and since that mustn't happen:
vote Eternaly_Lost
*looks incredulously at the man sitting beside him*
"You poisoned him?! Get away from me!"
*rudely boots the man from the seat*
Unvote Calamity
Vote Eternaly_Lost
"You poisoned him?! Get away from me!"
*rudely boots the man from the seat*
Unvote Calamity
Vote Eternaly_Lost
I would just like to point out I am but a simple passenger, and not a good target for scanners, or wolves, or anyone else.
Luís Martin had been sitting silently, observing the goings on around him. The random death of Lord Stange and the apparent normalcy with which everyone treated it shocked him greatly and made him deeply uncomfortable. From now on he would be twice as careful, at all times, and be sure to sleep with one eye open.
Vote Kaetje
Vote Kaetje