Wanna-be Overlords

[Dracos]

My friend, do not rise to his taunts but stand firm and show by actions your dedication =)

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Or just stab him in the face when the game starts.

[Yuthirin]

DEDICATION! Yes. Dedication. Bjorn, let's start the stabitizing. I've got tomorrow off.

[Carthrat]

*Insert the Obi-Wan quote here.*

[Bjorn]

Okay, here's the story.

Many people have finished characters, apparently, but I only *have* two.  In addition, my loyal and puissant co-GM is having some computer problems, which is, uh, complicating things.

Howevaaaa, I can detect that there is obviously a strong can-do spirit in all of you, driving you to put aside your differences and work together to peacefully and democratically restore order to the Nether Realm.  So these difficulties will be overcome quickly and with rapid grace!

Anyways.  I have the characters of Rat and trunkyboy.  StormDragon, Yuthirin, and CyMage have all finished their characters, I think, but I haven't seen them yet.  Either PM them to Bjorn on irc.nabiki.com, or email them to bjorn@caltech.edu.

Bjorn

[Yuthirin]

Bjorn, I sent you my character description and copy of the sheet DAYS ago.

[Brian]

From the murky depths of network layers below the internet ... a behemoth moves.  The dark mists part to show only suggestions of the thing's true size and power ... but there it does lurk, and there, it will emerge.

The computer....

...is fixed.

Now all I need is some free time.

Damnit.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn, I sent you my character description and copy of the sheet DAYS ago.

Did you?  Jesus.  It must have gotten lost in the crap that passes in and out of my fserve everyday. >.<

Sorry about that, Yuth.  I'll find it tonight.

[Bjorn]

Also... Halbarad, Irius, I haven't heard anything from either of you about the game.  Are you still interested?

If not, there's space for one more person, but I plan to start the game by Friday, whether or not it's filled.

[Brian]

Ahem.  Let's try this again:

In the murky depths, a behemoth moves ... brightly outlined in flashing warning lights, with all sensors deployed, and surging along at a pace best described by the word 'timid' it lives.

Perhaps.