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Hot dogs are already cooked. Might as well just sear them to add flavor.
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I love it when I catch up on my posting.
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If you take college seriously, it opens doors. Harvard and Hopkins makes it easier, but you can do well anywhere.
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Prefer to brainstorm on Discord for that reason.
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Windows 10 is very much like a German prison camp guard, "Ah, I see you are tryink to escape work fifteen minutes early, Herr Colonel Hogan, here ist an update zat vill stall you!"
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"Yeah, I get it." Brian had plenty of his own bagfuls to hide. He wore long sleeves now, because yesterday his tattoos were a scene of punk rock skulls and graffiti. This morning, they were a Japanese geisha scene, something out of a Hokusai print. They'd probably change in a couple hours to something else. His hair was gone because there was a white lock in the middle of the dark. It happened one day. These things got a person in a lot of trouble.
"You got some kind of ID? Something you can fake? If they ask for your license, you might get caught that way."
It would be easy, Says here you're a brunette, missy, and you sure look awfully tan in this here picture... A lot of the cops were getting tougher. Sheriff Luntz was in charge for now and keeping them reigned in, but there was an election coming up and a lot of people wanted someone that seemed more aggressive. A person that took drastic action to reassure people. It was bullshit, of course, but that didn't change the craving for something more forceful if only to reassure.
Tim was starting to stir, of course, but he was still pretty out. Painkillers and something for sleep, he seemed groggy. Perhaps, due to the chemicals interacting with an altered physiology, he was hit particularly hard. Brian tried to nudge him awake, but didn't get very far.
"Might need some help out to the truck," he observed wryly. Meanwhile, outside, there was the sounds of car engines and movement out nearby. It coincided with the dawn. The authorities got the calls last night but waited until the morning to send patrol units out to check everything. It was eerily like "The Purge." Services resumed at sunrise...
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"You got some kind of ID? Something you can fake? If they ask for your license, you might get caught that way."
It would be easy, Says here you're a brunette, missy, and you sure look awfully tan in this here picture... A lot of the cops were getting tougher. Sheriff Luntz was in charge for now and keeping them reigned in, but there was an election coming up and a lot of people wanted someone that seemed more aggressive. A person that took drastic action to reassure people. It was bullshit, of course, but that didn't change the craving for something more forceful if only to reassure.
Tim was starting to stir, of course, but he was still pretty out. Painkillers and something for sleep, he seemed groggy. Perhaps, due to the chemicals interacting with an altered physiology, he was hit particularly hard. Brian tried to nudge him awake, but didn't get very far.
"Might need some help out to the truck," he observed wryly. Meanwhile, outside, there was the sounds of car engines and movement out nearby. It coincided with the dawn. The authorities got the calls last night but waited until the morning to send patrol units out to check everything. It was eerily like "The Purge." Services resumed at sunrise...
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"We need to get to work," his brother said, but before Masef could respond, Loden came in. There was a reunion, but it was nervous. The whole time Masef was watching sideways out a window.
"It is so great to see you boys again! Wow, what a night this had turned into!"
"It's turning into something else," Masef noted from his position. He'd kept back from the window, letting the room's dim interior conceal while he watched out. It wasn't perfect camouflage, so he stayed as still as possible. He didn't want to take a crossbow bolt.
Masef indicated with a thrust of his jaw toward the window. "Do we stand and fight? Do we lure them away from the village?" There were advantages to either plan, of course, but the decision had to be made quickly, or the enemy would be upon them. Clearly someone in town noted the arrivals, overheard something and reported it along. It was hard to figure out who might have spoken the word, but it was not hard to believe that it could happen.
They had a momentary notice, a respite that gave them time to decide on a course of action quickly, but the time was like sand in a glass, ebbing quickly. Still, the evil old warlock was snarling away in the recesses of his mind, demanding fire, demanding punishment. It was a war of wills to keep the impulse to burn these swaggering scoundrels. He wasn't even sure such a power existed within him or there'd be any of Masef left once Qazar was done swallowing up his soul as grist for the mills of a magical firestorm.
SHUT UP
His jaw tensed, his teeth ground as he brought himself back from a brink, "We can start the war right here or we can start the war on a ground of our choosing, but we need to start it."
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"It is so great to see you boys again! Wow, what a night this had turned into!"
"It's turning into something else," Masef noted from his position. He'd kept back from the window, letting the room's dim interior conceal while he watched out. It wasn't perfect camouflage, so he stayed as still as possible. He didn't want to take a crossbow bolt.
Masef indicated with a thrust of his jaw toward the window. "Do we stand and fight? Do we lure them away from the village?" There were advantages to either plan, of course, but the decision had to be made quickly, or the enemy would be upon them. Clearly someone in town noted the arrivals, overheard something and reported it along. It was hard to figure out who might have spoken the word, but it was not hard to believe that it could happen.
They had a momentary notice, a respite that gave them time to decide on a course of action quickly, but the time was like sand in a glass, ebbing quickly. Still, the evil old warlock was snarling away in the recesses of his mind, demanding fire, demanding punishment. It was a war of wills to keep the impulse to burn these swaggering scoundrels. He wasn't even sure such a power existed within him or there'd be any of Masef left once Qazar was done swallowing up his soul as grist for the mills of a magical firestorm.
SHUT UP
His jaw tensed, his teeth ground as he brought himself back from a brink, "We can start the war right here or we can start the war on a ground of our choosing, but we need to start it."
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@HeySeussWhat's your policy on NPCs and fighting them? I don't think anyone here would Godmod or be a one man army, but I'm wondering if we post reactions and then you post, or if you present the enemies and we post on how we deal with them.
If you want to jump on it and start the fight, you are totally free to do so. The rule of thumb is to keep the restrictions minimal until we need them. So yeah, use responsibly, but have fun.
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Nope! I had nothing in mind. In fact, I didnt figure that the troops around there were necessarily Daigon's. I'll roll with whatever punches you guys throw and have Daigon show up when it seems appropriate.
Sounds good. I'm going with garrison troops gone soft on abusing the locals, as opposed to hardened warrior types.
@Flagg Is there anything I should know about the troops in Bosfyrd specifically?
Nice push, guys. :)
That makes sense, we can go with that for certain.
Night always was nerve-wracking. There were a number of theories as to why the night was more dangerous and magical than the day. They were splashed all over TV as the 'research' into the Emergence progressed. Emergents weren't a part of that conversation, they were trying to hide from being interned in federal camps or having the neighbors show up with pitchforks and torches.
What it boiled down to was the constant awareness that the night was the other time, a constant reminder that Humanity no longer had control. Of course, it was hard to hold a conversation with that looming out there, and he knew, by the way the texts went off on the phone, that family was worrying. His sister was especially annoying with her 'praying 4 every1' text and macros of scripture. Maybe she thought it was reassuring.
The rub of it was that TV was generally following the trend of not talking about certain things after dark. It was light comedy fare. Fantasy and things involving magic were deeply unpopular now due to protests by people like his sister. Perhaps that was why the conversation the night through was kept to the past. That was a popular topic these days, harkening back to an era when there wasn't an evident magical presence in everyday life. It didn't always work to shut down at night. There were stories. It was also when people got attacked by other people on the suspicion of practicing magic.
Tim was out or they'd probably have a deep conversation about such things. He'd go on with the sermon, as annoying as his sister in a way. But toward dawn, Brian felt ready to have that conversation, "I don't know if I want to eat too much breakfast with whatever was screaming out there last night. The sun is going to be up and we're going to find out what went on." And he intended to go out and see.
That was grim stuff for the morning, but that was the way of it. Lock yourself in for the night and clean up the mess the next morning.\
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What it boiled down to was the constant awareness that the night was the other time, a constant reminder that Humanity no longer had control. Of course, it was hard to hold a conversation with that looming out there, and he knew, by the way the texts went off on the phone, that family was worrying. His sister was especially annoying with her 'praying 4 every1' text and macros of scripture. Maybe she thought it was reassuring.
The rub of it was that TV was generally following the trend of not talking about certain things after dark. It was light comedy fare. Fantasy and things involving magic were deeply unpopular now due to protests by people like his sister. Perhaps that was why the conversation the night through was kept to the past. That was a popular topic these days, harkening back to an era when there wasn't an evident magical presence in everyday life. It didn't always work to shut down at night. There were stories. It was also when people got attacked by other people on the suspicion of practicing magic.
Tim was out or they'd probably have a deep conversation about such things. He'd go on with the sermon, as annoying as his sister in a way. But toward dawn, Brian felt ready to have that conversation, "I don't know if I want to eat too much breakfast with whatever was screaming out there last night. The sun is going to be up and we're going to find out what went on." And he intended to go out and see.
That was grim stuff for the morning, but that was the way of it. Lock yourself in for the night and clean up the mess the next morning.\
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Hi guys, where do we stand with other posts? I'll put one out to just keep things moving, but I also don't want to be the one posting too much. It's the weekend, so I'm hoping we get movement. As a hint, we're going to try to push out of the tavern, and I am just looking for an opportunity for our rangers to be ambushed.
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