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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 21, 2007 13:44:43 GMT -5
Sheep!
Poor Mniacat. I'm keeping the BehindCouch warm for you...
with FIRE!
...possibly also a big stuffed felhunter.
...uh, not, you know, a felhunter that's been stuffed. The other kind.
....yeah.
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 6, 2007 14:46:42 GMT -5
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Feb 19, 2007 18:23:11 GMT -5
Do your work!
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 6, 2007 14:33:25 GMT -5
We have to have a warcouncil/cardgame/whatever table, somewhere...and now Rue's got her workspace...hmm hmm. Very ugly very tentative very not-to-scale mental map of things...complete with porch area, lazy-mailbox (accessible from indoors! Bah, sunlight burns!), still-undefined sleeping area, MYSTERY SPACE, and now a meeting table:
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Feb 20, 2007 10:59:10 GMT -5
The ideal guild couch would stand not much more than six feet off the ground, and weigh not more than half a ton (for ease of maneuvering). Its front legs should be longer than its back legs.
It should be covered in thick brown fur (my preference is for darker rather than lighter) , except on the antlers, which will be padded in velvet until fully grown, when they will be used to ward off my enemies as I ride it around the room, cackling madly and proclaiming myself Empress of The Common Hall!
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 6, 2007 14:57:00 GMT -5
THE LEGEND IS TRUE! THERE EXISTS ELVEN BREW! ...But it's only sold by creepy be-mutton-chopped innkeepers... ;
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Feb 19, 2007 21:23:42 GMT -5
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 21, 2007 13:47:30 GMT -5
Doom. DOOOOM.
You may have to find me on Seldom, because I have really burned out on soloing with Rue for now, but I'm good for most afternoony times and maybe an evening or two.
Since nobody's calling me about apps. Deathbots for the lot of 'em.
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Mar 6, 2007 14:39:11 GMT -5
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Post by Ruzhia Valos on Feb 18, 2007 11:28:16 GMT -5
Mniaron: <trying to visualize whirled peas> Ruzhia: 1) fill bowl with peas 2) hand peas to a kitty-druid 3) tell druid there's chocklit on her tail 4) Whirled peas! Deomozen: *snerk* Mesaana: rofl R: Now if you want -ballistic- peas, that would involve a robot and a bear... Mn: XD D: o.o Me: lol Mn: <volunteers to be the bear> R: I wouldn't, unless you want pea in your face. R: PEAS! -PEAS- IN YOUR FACE! Mn: <licks up peas> D: World peas? Mn: <bearsits on Ruzhia> D: *innocent* R: Peas in our lifetime. Me: >_> D: Have we secured peas in our time? R: The only way we'll attain peas is through war. Me: unless you want more cold porridge, PEAS hush. D: *headwall* Mn: LOL
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