Evan walked out of the shower, wiping his head with a fresh towel, glad to be clean of all the sweat of this morning's workout. Walking over to his dresser, Evan put on his normal clothes, throwing his old workout gear in the hamper by his closet. He looked outside to see a mailman approaching. His game was here! Walking down his stairs, Evan briefly looked at his father passed out on the couch. 

"Damn it Dad, did you work yourself too hard [i]again[/i]?" 

Shaking his head, he headed outside towards the mailbox. Grabbing his package, he headed back to his room, sat down in his desk chair, and looked at his Pesterchum client. Seems VM now joined the chat. Shrugging his shoulders, Evan joined them.

-- flyingFists [FF] has started pestering selenicAcolyte [SA], versatileMammal [VM], and decayedArchangel [DA] --

FF: hey guys i'm here. back from boxing. what's going on? did you get your copies of the game yet?