Logamation's Russian Roulette

Nice. I'm impressed.

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If war never changes, does that mean people don't either?

Nert nert nert.

The room was a veritable hive of activity as the Logamationers jostled each other, talking to each other as they waited. Alchemist sat at the table, puffing on his favourite Cuban cigars, good-naturedly mocking Defiance, who leaned against the far wall and had, for reasons best known to him, decided to wear his bright pink scuba-diving suit again. El Sammo sat next to the growing pile of guns, handling each one in turn, joining in the friendly banter as DarkGod lay stretched out on the sofa, resting his eyes.

"So it's Drail that's bringing the beer right?" asked Defiance, ignoring Alchemist's latest slur on his suit.

"Yea," said El Sammo, who had picked up a hunting rifle that had recently come into DarkGod's possession and was now looking through the scope. "Doubt we'll use it though."

At that moment, MasterDrail opened the door, smiling as he shook the plastic bag. "Discount price!" he said triumphantly, pulling the pack of beers from the bag and setting them on the table. He made to sit on the sofa, then realised that DarkGod was lying there.

"Is it safe to wake him up?" asked MasterDrail.

"No need," said DarkGod, remaining lying down as he pulled his revolver from his jacket pocket and twirled it about on his finger. "Decide who's playing the first game, and I'll join."

"Oh, that's easy," said Alchemist. "If you guys don't mind, I'll play first with Pinky."

"The name's Defiance," said Defiance, narrowing his eyes at Alchemist as he took a seat at the table. DarkGod got up at last and sat down with them, pulling a bullet from his pocket and loading the gun, while MasterDrail sat on the sofa.

"You two throw for first," said Alchemist. "Whoever loses goes last. Fair?"

DarkGod and Defiance both nodded, then threw their hands. DarkGod extended two fingers, while Defiance held his hand out flat.

"Oh good," said DarkGod. "First rights to blow my brains out." He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger... click.

"You mean first rights to not blow your brains out," said El Sammo from the gun pile.

"No," said DarkGod levelly. "I mean first rights to test Defiance's scuba suit for luck." He pointed the gun at Defiance and pulled the trigger.

Click.

"My suit has the best luck," said Defiance. "You'll see."

"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" asked El Sammo.

"Sure," said Defiance lazily. "Let's say... fifty bucks says I win?"

"You got it," said El Sammo, standing up and taking a seat next to MasterDrail on the sofa. DarkGod tossed the gun at Alchemist, who caught it by the barrel.

"Hey Dark," said Alchemist. "Mind passing me a bullet?"

DarkGod flipped a bullet in Alchemist's general direction. Alchemist loaded the gun and passed it on to Defiance, who took it and studied it, thinking carefully about his next move.

"Hey Drail," said Defiance, looking over at MasterDrail. "Who do you think I should shoot?"

MasterDrail shrugged. "I guess... Dark, since he's got luck with that gun."

"Sure thing," said Defiance, standing up and taking aim at DarkGod. "Any last words, Dark?"

DarkGod looked impassively at Defiance, then shrugged. "Can you aim for my jugular? I'd like to go in style." He turned his head, exposing his neck to the gun. Defiance took careful aim and proceeded to spray himself and Alchemist in copious amount of DarkGod's blood. MasterDrail simply laughed, and El Sammo whistled appreciatively. "Talk about style," he said. Alchemist blinked furiously, trying to get the blood out of his eyes, while Defiance shook it off the gun and handed it to Alchemist.

"Dammit, Def, you bloodied my cigar!" yelled Alchemist, spitting out the cigar and extracting the spent cartridge from the gun. "That was a really nice one too! You're an ass, Dark!"

"Don't blame me," said Defiance, who was now wiping blood off his suit. "Anyway, it'll all go back into him when he revives, it'll be fine." He looked at DarkGod, who, despite bleeding out, was still alive. "Good?"

"Yea..." said DarkGod weakly, finding the energy to grab a fistful of bullets from his pocket. "That was... awesome..." Then his eyes closed and he slumped, his hand opening on the table to reveal the bullets.

Alchemist growled, then pointed the gun at his temple. "I'd rather my brains go than my blood," he said, then pulled the trigger. Click. Without missing a beat, he pointed the gun at Defiance and proceeded to hammer home another empty chamber.

Defiance simply leaned over the table and grabbed one of the bullets from DarkGod's dead hand. He simply tossed it at Alchemist. "Here, load that for me," he said simply.

Alchemist obliged, loading the gun and snapping it shut. He pointed the gun at his temple again. Without missing a beat, he proceeded to empty his own brains out onto the floor.

"This is the scuba suit of awesome!" said Defiance happily as he took the money from El Sammo. "Not very pink now, though," he added even as Alchemist sat back up, his brains back where they should be. The large amounts of blood began to flow in reverse as DarkGod awoke to receive it. As his jugular resealed, he shook himself over.

"Phew," he said. "That's an odd feeling. It's like... sucking something through a straw, except the straw was my neck." He looked at Alchemist, who was now blowing smoke rings with the recently-unbloodied cigar. "You wanna play again?"

"Naa, I'm OK," said Alchemist, getting up. "Let Drail and Sammo have a turn."

"Sure thing," said DarkGod. Defiance left the table with Alchemist, while El Sammo and MasterDrail took their places around the table. DarkGod simply remained seated, rubbing his neck absently.

"Pass us a beer would you?" asked Defiance. El Sammo grabbed one of the cans sitting on the table and tossed it at Defiance, who caught it and opened it, drinking noisily. "Mmmmm," he said happily. "Tastes like victory."

"I'll be tasting some of that myself," said El Sammo. "Anyone wanna bet otherwise?"

"No," said Alchemist. "But I bet Dark that Drail's the first to go. Fifty bucks."

"Done," said DarkGod. "My fifty says it's Sammo."

"Let's make it a hundred," said Defiance. "My fifty says it's Dark that goes first. Whoever wins the bet gets a hundred, fifty from the two losers."

"Sounds fair to me," said DarkGod. "Sammo, Drail, you throw RPS. I'll go last."

El Sammo and MasterDrail threw their hands, El Sammo keeping his fist while MasterDrail threw a flat hand. MasterDrail then held El Sammo's fist for a moment, before taking the newly-loaded gun from DarkGod. He crossed his fingers as he held the gun at himself...

"Love and peace," he said, then pulled the trigger. Click. He sat there for a moment, then pulled the trigger on DarkGod. Click. He handed the gun to El Sammo, who pointed it straight back at MasterDrail without even stopping to think.

"Let's see if I win Alchemist some cash," he said, winking at MasterDrail, then pulled the trigger. Alchemist was none the richer for it, however, as MasterDrail lived on. El Sammo passed the gun on to DarkGod.

"Let's make the odds more favourable," said DarkGod thoughtfully. He spun the chambers, then pointed the gun at his neck. He pulled the trigger confidently and was rewarded with another click. "I suppose I should shoot Sammo," he mused. "Meh." Pointing the gun at MasterDrail instead, he pulled the trigger and did nothing except click the gun impotently at MasterDrail.

"Load it for me," said MasterDrail. "Sammo takes a penalty next. If he dies, I have one less opponent and you get a hundred dollars."

DarkGod took a bullet from the table where he had left them and loaded the gun, then passed it onto El Sammo. "Wanna do the honours?" he asked El Sammo.

"It won't go off," said El Sammo. "I've got this one pegged." He put the gun under his chin and blasted a hole in the top of his head, spraying the ceiling with bits of skull and brain.

"You've got your head pegged," said DarkGod. "Never assume you've won... because you might just be the first to go. Which means-"

"Yea, yea," said Defiance resolutely as he and Alchemist handed DarkGod fifty dollars each. "You win some, you lose some," shrugged Defiance.

"And it's my turn," said DarkGod, plucking the gun from El Sammo's hand and pointing it at his temple. "Sayonara." He pulled the trigger on himself. Click. "Guess not," he said, then pulled the trigger on MasterDrail. Click. He handed the gun to MasterDrail, then sat back with his arms folded.

MasterDrail considered the odds for a moment, then spun the chambers. "Love and peace," he said again, crossing his fingers as he imitated DarkGod, putting the gun to his temple and failing to kill himself. Then he imitated DarkGod again, pointing the gun at him and pulling the trigger. The gun simply refused to fire at DarkGod, and MasterDrail handed the gun back to him.

"Let's cut this short," said DarkGod, picking up another bullet and loading the gun with it."

"Let's make it half odds," said MasterDrail, picking up a bullet himself and tossing it at DarkGod. "Load it for me."

DarkGod loaded the gun, snapped it shut and pointed it at MasterDrail. "Half odds," he said. "If you live, I don't." Pointing the gun at MasterDrail's chest, he took careful aim and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

MasterDrail's chest sprayed blood, not quite as spectacularly as DarkGod's neck had done, but still quite copiously as he was pushed over by the force of the bullet. Just as he hit the floor, he seemed to bounce back off it, landing upright again, his injury gone. El Sammo similarly sat up straight, his skull and brain making a kind of reverse fountain as they flowed back into place.

"You lose some, you win some," said DarkGod, sweeping all the bullets back into his pocket and pocketing the gun.

"That was a good game," said MasterDrail. "It lasted quite a while compared to the games we normally play."

"Speak for yourself," said El Sammo grumpily.

"Hey, at least you didn't get covered in Dark," said Defiance. "Last time I grant any last wishes."

"It was fun," said DarkGod. "Wasn't as painful as I was expecting, either. Same time next week?"

So as you can see, this is my longest narrative yet. Hope you enjoy it, because it took me frikkin ages. Very Happy

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	DarkGod wrote:
	course i might go for the classic disembowelment via zergling mosh pit

Nice nice, I like. Maybe we can do a newer one sometime soon.

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Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! Laugh! It helps!

Kudos to TheRisky

LAWL!!!!

I especially like Sammo's comment about how he had it pegged. That one got me going!

Dark, got any materials that I could do?

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I'll fish one out for you. I've got a particularly lengthy one where the RPS is longer than the actual game, but I'll make sure to give you something more exciting.

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	DarkGod wrote:
	course i might go for the classic disembowelment via zergling mosh pit

Holy shit! You guys really can spin a yarn.

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Ok. This one has gone inactive for too long. Who wants to see it revived?

And, incidently Dark, I think that the orders you send me months ago had been cycled out from the IM's I've been getting lately. We need new material, and I'm still volunteering for a writer's position.

And, if anyone wants to take me on personally, let me know.

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"A man's a fool who takes an insult that isn't intended"

I do in fact still have the flash file I use to play this game.

I'll hammer out all my narratives to you via PM, Drail, as soon as I find the sneaky little bastards. Lately files have taken to growing legs and walking about on my computer...

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	DarkGod wrote:
	course i might go for the classic disembowelment via zergling mosh pit

	DarkGod wrote:
	I do in fact still have the flash file I use to play this game. I'll hammer out all my narratives to you via PM, Drail, as soon as I find the sneaky little bastards. Lately files have taken to growing legs and walking about on my computer...

Lol, Dark. XD

How about we have another round of this game, eh?

You know, there's not enough of me in these games. Very Happy

*Punches a wall*

Heh, heh, that is funny.

As for you Jim, *Smacks Raynor on the back of the head and grins* Be quiet! DG will get around to it eventually.

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If war never changes, does that mean people don't either?

*Ignores the smack on the back of his head* I rather not argue if you know Dark more than me or not.

Also, before you say something like that again, reread the posts, ok?

*Sighs* Ah...so the omnious rumbling continues.

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If war never changes, does that mean people don't either?

Well, and about time, another party @ Dark's basement!

The personal play between me and Alchemist we just recently did; it's based off the two matches we completed, though not with any of the opening throwdowns. No joke about the order of events.

...and no, I'm not cruel to animals. Just to dogs if they really deserve it.

There had been a dry spell during the winter break and not many people had been around for Darkgod to roulette. So he turned off the thermostat to his basement (set it for below freezing, actually) and went about his business.

Then, just after things began to come back to life in the forum, he sent out invites to the regulars, stating a party to be held in a couple of days. Several did answer, and soon it came time for the participants to congregate.

Darkgod was finishing the sidewalk when he saw a familiar pink scuba outfit approach his lawn, followed closely by a red cowboy duster. Just up the street, he could see a small smoke line just rounding the corner. He grinned. "About time you boys showed up. I'd been worried about you showing up." "Really?" Asked Defiance. Darkgod shook his head. "Nah. Just playing with you." He scanned the horizon. "Anyone else coming?" Masterdrail shook his head. "I checked with Lewa and Sammo. Too busy with WoW to come on by." Alchemist just joined them, dragging one of his cubans. "I visited with Tom and Moonlight; they're not up to it today." He grinned sideways at Masterdrail. "Just the four of us today." Darkgod shrugs. "Better than no-one. Let's get started."

The moment the they open the basement door, a cold blast of air takes them in the face. "Yeeoww! That's cold!" Screeches Defiance, and takes a leap back. "Pansy," says Masterdrail, who just starts walking down the stairs like it wasn't cold at all. Alchemist just looks at him, his cigar, and mutters "at least I can keep my insides warm," then starts going down, though his teeth began to chatter, making it very hard for him to keep the cigar in his mouth.

Eventually, they all get downstairs and discovered a couple of baby penguins making a nest out of some discarded wrapping papers from Burger King. Everyone was in shock. "How'd they get down here?" Mused Alchemist as he took a drag. Defiance burst into of screaming/girly giggling fits and started towards them. Without warning, Masterdrail swept them into a wastebasket filled with discarded trash, dropped a lighted match, and began to immolate them. Everyone then stared in horror at him. Alchemist was the first to recover. He takes the pistol from the table, loads it with one round, lets out a deafening battlecry. Masterdrail whips around to look at the barrel of the gun right at his forehead. Just as Alchemist is about to pull the trigger, he spots a bottle of beer. He pulls a drag from his cigar and says: "Just be lucky I'm not going to blow your brains out." He goes over to the bottle and discovers that there's still a swig left. He puts down the gun and takes that last mouthful of liquid. He then puts it under his armpit, and hopes he can warm some more of it up; it tasted pretty good.

Masterdrail, on the otherhand, had been mildly annoyed by his action. So before anyone else could jump in on this, he grabs the gun off the table and shouts: "Private game." He picks up a bullet and loads it into the chamber. "Don't think you're getting out of it that easily," he says, and hands the butt of the gun to Alchemist.

"Speak for yourself", he says, and checks the bottle. More had melted. "I'm wanting to drink this. I'm traumatized, and alcohol is the only cure." Darkgod mutters something off to the side, and gets out a space heater. Defiance is still fuming but is rooted into place; part still by mental shock, and part by the cold.

"Fine," Masterdrail said. "I'll give you a cure." He points the gun at his nose, thrusts out his hand with his index and middle finger crossed, and chatters "Love and peace!" The gun was stuck for a moment, but eventually he got the trigger pulled--with a hollow click sound. He then levels it at the bottle and repeats the motion and phrase. Still a hollow click.

"Well, it was worth a shot," he said and passed the gun to Alchemist. Not taking too kindly to having his alcohol in ice chunks all over the floor, he put down the bottle with shakey hands (undetermined if the alcohol or the cold), grabbed it, and leveled the barrel back at Masterdrail's face. "This is for the penguins," he said, and a solidly-iced bullet came out of the chamber and smashed his jaw to pieces.

Masterdrail dropped, and then something cool happened. All the blood that was welling out of the wound began to freeze, making all sorts of wierd patterns on the floor. All three gathered around his body, which was not animating. "Any ideas?" Asked Defiance through chittering-chattering teeth. "Yeah; you get out of that flimsy outfit. You'll catch cold," muttered Darkgod, placing the space heater next to Masterdrail and flipping it on. "I think the bullet had something to do with it. This should help thaw him out." He looked down, and lo and behold, some of the blood began to flow back. Not too fast, but it was a start. "Masterdrail," he said authoritativly. "If you can hear me, blink." All he got was a twitch of one eyelid. "Well, he's out until the blood and bone knit together again," diagnosed Alchemist, still attemting to warm up the bottle. Wisely, he put it next to the heater. "That should do the trick. Now, back to the game."

The air began to warm up some, and the three players gathered around the table; box of ammo out in sight. "So, who wants to throw down first?" Asked Alchemist, "or do we want to throw down at the same time?" Darkgod shrugged. Before he could determine--"No," interjected Defiance. "Dark will throw against you, and I throw against the loser; winner of that goes first, and that loser goes very last." Darkgod shrugged again. "Fine by me. Defiance, count us off, please." On a three-count, Dark threw two fingers while Alchemist threw his hand flat. Darkgod, being the winner, was scratching his head at the logic of Defiance, shrugged, then counted off for Defiance and ALchemist. They each threw a fist. "Tie," said Darkgod, "go again." Another pair of fists. There was a small groan of a laugh from Masterdrail. "Oh, shut up," said Defiance and kicked his leg. Darkgod counted one more time, this time Defiance threw two fingers and Alchemist laid his hand down flat. "Well," said Defiance, looking smug, "Looks like I'm first." He comtemplates the gun, then reaches for the ammo. He loads it and hands it to Darkgod. "Your move."

Darkgod thinks for a few moments, then gives it a blowjob--and it fires off in his mouth, scattering skull fragments, brain matter, and blood in a spectacularly messy manner. He slumps down to the floor in a meaty thud. "Wow," said Alchemist, who pries it from the deathgrip. "First for him, eh?" He picks up two bullets from the pile on the table, one to reload, and the other being his action. It took him awhile, because of the cold shell, but manages to load them into the barrel. "Add one for me in there, eh?" says Defiance, who went out to get some snow from the outside. "Ooh-key," muttered Alchemist, as he fumbled for yet another bullet to get into the chamber. By the time he did so, Defiance comes back downstairs with a handful of snow and dumps it into the flaming basket, not bothering to look down. Steam comes out of it, but the fire stops. "Cute," says Alchemist. He spins the barrel of the gun, looks down at it. "50/50 on the next trigger," he says. "I'm betting on you being a dead woman, noble gesture not included." "Sure," Defiance says. They both turn to see MasterDrail stir from the floor. "Winner fights him?" Defiance nods his head at the stirring form. "Done," agrees Alchemist, who drags the last of the cigar and promptly fires at Defiance. Right in the sternum, and through the spine. Blood seeps out, and Defiance crumbles.

Masterdrail looks around, and sees both Defiance and Darkgod on the floor with grevous wounds. "Did I miss something?" He said. Or tried to say. What came out was "Deed ee mees seetheeng?" He looks for the last part of his jaw--left hinge, finds it, and puts it back in place with an audible crunch. He rubs his chin, then the side of his head. "We were in the middle of a duel, right?" Alchemist, drawing another cigar, nods. "I can't remember part of it. Who's turn was it?" Alchemist, taking advantage of the temporary amnesia caused by the shock of the death (partly assisted by the cold of the basement), said "My turn." He then promptly picks up the bottle of spirits and takes a swig, then tosses the gun into his lap. Then the memory comes back to Masterdrail. "Liar. You got me, and you lied about it!" He shoves his hand out, crossed his fingers, and said at the top of his voice "Love and Peace" while pointing the gun at Alchemist.

Click.

Alchemist, now slightly imbibed, stutters "Don't call me a liar!" He grabbed the gun out of Masterdrail's hands, and aimed it directly at his heart. Click. Not aware that there were two shells inside the gun (but Alchemist was) Alchemist slid the gun across the table, narrowly missing the pile of ammo. "Penalty shot. Die well, traitor." Masterdrail, puzzled by the remark, was still suspicious of it. He shook his head, repeated his motions with the gun at his head, and promptly blew his brains out.

"Well, I hoped you enjoyed your rampant cheating," said a voice from behind Alchemist, who was busy lighting the new cigar. He turns to look, and saw the last piece of skull knit into his head. "Clever, but not to be gotten away with next time." "Last to animate gets to go next after winner of toss," he said, just as Defiance regained conscousness. Defiance counted the beat; on the first toss they both held out their palms. "Tie," mutters ALchemist through an inhale of his cigar. "Again." Defiance obliges them, and this time Darkgod throws out a fist while Alchemist maintains a flat hand. The gun, again, ended up in Alchemists' hands. He checks the ammo; one shell, and the spent cases. He takes the spent ones out, tosses it to Defaince and asks her to put a bullet in and give it a whirl. "I'll give you bullet," she says, blindly loading the shell in, spinning it, and aiming it right back at Alchemist.

Click. "Darn," she says, and hands it to Darkgod. He takes one look at it, and says to Alchemist. "Trade you the bottle for the gun." "You wussing?" Asked Alchemist. "Darkgod, you never wuss." Darkgod grinned, and just as the handoff was to be made, he spun the chamber. "'luck, mate", he says and pulls a swig from the bottle. It was now having some evidence of being watered, but what would you expect from a frozen and melting drink?

Looking daggers at Darkgod, he just wanted him dead. However, the temperature in the room was now sufficient to counter the lethargy from the cold. He thought about the odds, and decided to stack them against Defiance. "Load it up," he commanded, and gave her the gun. "And don't forget; that's a penalty shot. Hope you die." Bravely, she took the gun and raised directly into her eyes.

Click. She heaved a sigh of relief, and passed it to Darkgod, who promptly shot her dead and removed the spent case.

"Showdown time," said Alchemist, after dragging a bit more from the cigar. He looked at the gun again. Then he looks up. "Straight draw, fire until one of us dies?" A glint of mischief appears in Darkgod's eyes, then gives a tight nod. Alchemist's grin grew wider as he then pointed the gun at him. At the last possible second, he gave the barrel a spin, slapped it to a stop, then fired. Darkgod's eyes widened as the trigger was pulled.

Click.

"What, two bullets in the barrel," Darkgod said as he retrieved it, "one confirmed blank, and you have a penalty shot coming up." He pondered it for a moment, then raised the gun to meet Alchemist's stare. He pulled the trigger. The only sound that could be heard was the hammering of hearts and the single, hollow sound of the hammer of the gun. He tossed it back to Alchemist, who was regarding the gun like some sort of poisonous snake. "50/50 odds again," he muttered, "and I have a freakin' penalty shot." He looked up with the gun at the side of his neck. "Hey, on the bright side, if this is blank, you have a two in three chance of dying on your penalty."

The bang of the gun, the grizzly death of Alchemist, and the sudden animation of all participants quickly ended the game. "No such dice," said Masterdrail, still rubbing his jaw. "Why wasn't I revived after my matches?" He asked Darkgod. Darkgod shrugged. "Cold?" He then went over to the waste basket to check the remains. There wasn't any. Litteraly. No bones, no charred flesh, no snow; nothing was in it except some tattered, slightly burned papers. He tilted his head sideways. "Wha---?" He said, then a note at the bottom of the canister caught his attention. It read: "Squeak, squeak, squeak" (which, in penguin, translates to "May chickens pluck Tominator's hair out by the roots").

Everyone gathered around the slightly singed basket. "Where'd the charred bodies go?" Asked Alchemist, who was smoking for victory of three out of four games. "Masterdrail, you practicing to be a magician or something?" Darkgod said, noting a larger than normal bulge from one of his coat pockets. Masterdrail grins, and produces the penguin chicks. "Slight of hand; been practicing." Defiance moves close to him and nails him in the nose with a right hook. Darkgod levels the gun at her. "No other violence here, except for the roulette." She nods, and backs away. He puts the gun down. "Same time next week?"

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Nicely done, Drail! Y'know I like to go out with style... Very Happy

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	DarkGod wrote:
	course i might go for the classic disembowelment via zergling mosh pit

Yeah? How cool is that.

Speaking of cool, I've just played a roulette against myself. It was fun. Me won. lol

Seriously, since roulette requests haven't been much lately, I've taken to crafting a mini-story. The turn sequence is real, the actions were pre-determined by the personality traits I'd designed, and the result, well, you'd best read for yourself.

I'll post it later. Razz

And, for you Jim, I'll have you mentioned in another, indepentant work. Or, just let me know when we're on Xfire @ same time; we'll play.

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