Session Start: Tue Oct 26 19:07:07 2004 Session Ident: #ethresh * Logging #ethresh to 'C:\Documents and Settings\Dave\My Documents\Exalted\Abyssal\Logs\AB-10-26-2004' Green Day pretty much their entire new album American idiot yep, I've been listening to it for awhile now good eh? just got stuck on 'Holiday' heh Thornley plus Jesus of Suburbia, its like 9 minutes long, but good it's a band you've never heard of that is amazing hmm, why does that sound familiar? have they been around for awhile? anything you download from Thornley is good. I'd recommend "Beautiful", "Clever", "Come Again" or "Falling to pieces"...or "Easy Comes" i'm not sure, i think they only have the one CD saw them as an opener at Rolling Rock Town Fair they completely outdid Sevendust onstage, it was wild I'll see if I can get their entire cd that is impressive although in Sevendusts defense, the lead singer was high ah, well he should be careful, creed broke up in part because scott stap did a show piss ass drunk heh, yeah that and he was, and is, a fucking moron ahhh, its nice to hear new good greenday, they were sooo big when I was in junior high yep, the new band... altar bridge? is really good yeah, it's good reminds me of creed but without scott stap which is gooder well yeah, they just got a new singer shows who wrote the song though :) oo GTA: San Andreas comes out tonight at midnight i think it'll be sold out for months I did see an add for it. looks pretty hard core violent. hispanics, guns, etc yeah no kidding but then again, when was GTA a kids game hmm true been playing coh again i'll be level 31 after this next mission wow i kind of figured levelling out it requires time and patience by farming outdoor missions with TONS of mobs and herding haha with spine burst i can mangle a horde of enemies...just need to gather the horde, which can be tricksy so area effect attacks are king? absolutely i did the Bastion TF, which pits you against the 5th column well, when the robots were out i wasn't too helpful...uber resistance to lethal damage but when the humans soldiers were out...well, i had no fear as my personal defender said, "You've got some nuts on you Eid." hah well yeah, regen isn't exactly known to survive without luck against too many opponents cause as soon as the team was caught up i'd pull tanker duty, hording them together, all shooting me while spine bursting only died once which, at my level, required the rest of the tf to pay off. Still, fun fun. sounds like it I'll likely try it again with CoV yeah maybe stick with it, maybe not i tried a new hero, a defender I just can't devote the time needed for it got stuck in a Hollows mission....realized how horrifying a Hazard zone is for a level 5...quit. yeah * Echoing_W is now known as Echo score lets see if it stays ok, we ready to roll? about time, i've been messing with it forever now lemme hit the head first feel free to opening pose tho k It has been roughly six hours since you and your troops have arrived at the outskirts of Fell Harbor. In that time dusk has given way to an extraordinary dark night. Interest in relative secrecy gives way to necessity and a number of torches are lit around the camp. If Design has any torches burning within the thick swamp, you can’t see them through the brush. With no warning Design pushes his way out of the tangled vines that make up the border of the swampland and marches straight towards you. "You’ve gotta see this Echo. I really outdid myself this time." He waves at you to follow. The pitch black, foul smelling, horrid swamps of the Underworld are things best left unimagined and not described. Suffice to say even though you love the rich tapestry of death and decay of the Underworld, you can’t wait to get out of this creepy place. In time you come to a clearing where an inlet leads directly to the ocean beyond. Design smiles broadly and sweeps this hand toward what looks like a series of vertical tree trunks. With a start you notice they are all moving slightly. Taking several paces around you see what is moving them. This explains why he needed all 800 of your zombie troopers. The writhing beast is as foul and misbegotten as the swamp around it. At least the swamp has a semblance of nature to it, this thing is just disgusting. It looks like a hundred yard patchwork of decaying flesh. No less than two-thousand arms are attached to a ‘body’ assembled of legs, torsos, and spare parts. It actually looks rather like a creepy caterpillar that is on its side. Using its multitude of tiny feet, it is doing something to the lumber that is being supplied by war ghosts. "So," Design smirks, "How do you like my factory? A felled tree starts at one end and the hands carry it along down the length of the beast. Crude hands and teeth shape the wood and pass farther down where it gets bound together into a boat." He pauses to let you take in the sight.* * Echo blinks. For a time he was concerned when Design requested the lot of his zombie soldiers. However, realizing that the zombies would be ineffectual in combat against the Sanguine Army, it seemed a fair sacrifice. If this was the result, Echo could not be much more pleased. "Interesting...I had not anticipated you would use them as a unliving factory. Excellent work Design." "However, I must ask. These vessels we are building have but one purpose- to be destroyed. If we are to use the Lotus Fire to that end...don't we need zombies...or perhaps just useable parts to complete the weapon?" Echo asks, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.* Design nods, "Yes, we need their torsos. Don't worry, I saved enough. In another six hours we should have about 40 boats. Each one will hold 500 soldiers if it’s packed. They aren’t terribly seaworthy, but they will reach Fell Harbor without trouble." He grins impishly, "That is, until I decide they’ve gone far enough. Each boat has three bombs lining the bottom. They’ll go up in an inferno in less than a second. I’d be amazed if more than a handful of troops manage to get out of each boat alive. Even then, they’d have to swim to shore." * * Echo smiles deeply. "That pleases me to -no- end Design. I would have never guessed the speed at which we could produce vessels. I must meet with a commander of the Sanguine soon then...surely their scouts will have noticed us by now." "Even if they have been ignorant of us to this point, I doubt they will be able to look past the mass use of these swamps for wood. Better that I meet them on my terms now than on their terms- at spear point- later." Echos armor adjusts itself into more vicious apparel. Spikes protrude from his back in what looks like a web of black, twisted metal. Armor befitting a champion. "Remain here and watch over the construction carefully." "I want absolute secrecy and no flaws. Should these vessels be inspected by the enemy, they need to be seaworthy...and the explosions less obvious."* *explosives Design looks slightly hurt. "Of course they’ll pass inspection. Trust me. However... its not a perfect plan, the problem is going to be control. I can’t trust the bombs to a timed detonator. There are just too many bombs and I don’t have the resources to make reliable triggers. So, I did the next best thing." He taps the side of his head, "I’m the trigger. I’ll be attuning myself to each bomb. Every one will be a mere fraction of a mote but my reserves aren’t infinite; 40 will be my max." Design’s smile fades, "The only problem is me. If I’m unconscious or dead, I can’t trigger the bombs. We’ll have provided The Lion with a means to defeat Fell Harbor in one swoop."* * Echo sighs. "Perhaps I can attune myself to them as well- that may very well double our abilities. Shadow too. Is it possible?"* Design thinks for a moment, "Not likely. I don't think I'd want to chance it. You'd both have to be intimately knowledable about their construction. If you were to fail or falter, they could explode prematurely. I wouldn't recommend it."* * Echo taps his neck anxiously. "500 men a ship, 40 ships. So construction won't be the problem...it's the limit of essence users. How annoying. At that rate we'll be lucky to kill 20,000 of the Lions men...and that leaves a still completely indominable force before the gates." "Granted, 20,000 men lost is still a horrific tragedy for Walking On Laughter...one he won't be able to recover from. Still, his men are innumerable. If we are to gain absolute victory we'll need more ships, more bombs. See if you can work on a method of a better trigger system. Perhaps a single artifact controlling all of the weapons- with the one device attuned to you? Just something to mull over while I engage the Sanguines." * He nods, "I'll give it some thought. Maybe I can come up with something. Are you really certain you can get the leader of the army to agree to put so many of his men on these ships? You are the servant of the Deathlord he seeks to destroy after all."* "Am I certain? Of course I am Design. I offer him instant victory for -nothing-. Only a fool would turn me away. My only fear is that he will not trust me, as I am an agent of the Bodhissatva. Truly I doubt he'll be too quick to assume I simply converted. Similarly, I will not be able to hide my exaltation." (Un pregunta_ (Haumphantine, is he still in my camp?) (yes, he's pretty well recovered now too. Shadow is still gone) (Cool) "So perhaps I need to make him an offer he cannot refuse." Echo grins widely. His dark mind spinning conspiracies round and round, his emerald eyes twinkling with plots yet to unfold. "Consider the trigger system Design. If Shadow reports back, have her speak to none but you and I. If Thein approaches you, tell him to keep his men vigilant about secrecy. Do not permit Haumphantine to leave either. He is integral to my plan." * Stillborn has joined #ethresh (Hows it going Stillborn. This is riven5) (Kind of in the middle of a game) Sorry to crash... just wanted to see how the server was working out. (np) (Working well, thanks for it) sure thing. I'll leave you to it. You might want to set this channel invite only to keep people out. later. * Stillborn has left #ethresh (Stillborn) (hmm, invite only. Good idea, wish i knew how to do that) (yeah) "Ah well, off I go. Hold down the fort as it were, Design. For now produce only as many vessels as you have the means to destroy." With that, Echo signals to a nearby junior officer to fetch him a horse and an armed escort.* * Echo has left #ethresh (Echo) * Echo has joined #ethresh (Ah bollocks, did i just disappear?) Design nods and goes back to what he does best, coming up with solutions to odd and horrifying problems. The under-officer salutes and mere minutes later you and twelve sharp looking war ghosts are mounted and ready to go. One turns to you, a Corporal, "Where shall we go sir? Are we just going to walk right up?"* (Yeah) (Serves me right for trying to screw with the channel) (heh) * Echo nods. "In a manner which demands recognition, but not a volley from their archers. We are envoys requesting presence with Walking On Laughter himself, after all." Echo smirks, taking to his mount. If this works, truly Echo will be a legend. If not, he'll be killed in an uneventful manner no doubt. Although the phrase No Guts, No Glory was hardly his motto, truly only the sweetest victories came from the greatest gambles. So Echo lets the cards lay where they may and makes haste towards the vast encampment of Walking On Laughter.* As you ride over the ridge and into the valley below, the vast Sanguine Army is stretched out. There is nowhere in sight that tiny dots of ghosts cannot be seen around the city of Fell Harbor. In time you reach the rear lines and a particularly odd thing happens. The enemy soldiers, those few that even bother to look up at you, simply move aside and continue on with their duties. These are either the most incompetent troops in all the world or they were expecting you. (Stillborn returns for a moment, don't mind) * Stillborn has joined #ethresh In time you come to a formation lined up facing your direction. A series of black tents can be seen not far away and a rather large one is directly behind the troops. The soldier in the center of the formation is undoubtedly the Abyssal Walking on Laughter. He stands a solid six feet tall with a broad build. He looks to be in his late thirties. Despite his age, he is still little more than a year into his exaltation, as are all Deathknights. Regardless of his inexperience, he seems to hold a great deal of trust with The Lion. More than 100,000 ghosts have been put at his disposal and it looks like his Liege has been generous in bestowing artifacts and hearthstones. The war ghosts directly around Walking on Laughter are armed with firewands. Such weapons are almost unheard of in the Underworld, but here stands 100 riflemen. The Abyssal himself has an odd version of what appears to be a pistol Soulsteel firewand at his hip. He also has all manner of trinkets about him as well as a Soulsteel Reaver Daiklave and some rather heavy Soulsteel armor. Out of place among Walking’s personal guard are a half dozen ghosts in black armor that you immediately recognize as Shackled Husks. They are equipped with all manner of weapons and their armors are all slightly different. The only trait they all share is an aura of menace. Walking on Laughter merely stares at you, as do all his men in total silence.* (It occurs to me that Green Day isn't the best band to be listening to right now) (not really, no) http://www.angelfire.com/creep/dp/walking.jpg (How pleasent) * Echo lays a finger on his brow, pushing his useless glasses back onto the bridge of his nose as he always does. Lacking his typical smirk, Echoing Words From the Darkness tightens his grip on his reins. Time for a different approach. "I see you were expecting me, or you're poorly guarded. So are you to kill me now then, or shall we wait a bit?" Echo says with a dry smugness in his voice. "Because if you are to kill me now, then please, do make it quick. If not, perhaps you'd like to hear me out. Or perhaps not. I suppose the decision is yours." Echo adds, his precious gambit coming into being. He remains stoic in the face of certain demise, although his insides even now chew at him, his mind attempting to gather a flurry of witty remarks that may save his skin.* Walking on Laughter continues his cold, indifferent stare. No sign of interest can be seen on his face and he suddenly turns back towards the large black tent. "Execute them." With mechanical precision his riflemen pivot and turn, forming two lines - one kneeling, the other behind them standing - and point their weapons off to the left. There stands about fifty horrified ghosts in various states of clothing. Some look to be pack mules or engineers, others soldiers with most of their armor striped. The prisoners shreik and turn to scatter before the line of firewand wielding troops. An incredibly loud pop rings in the air and blue green flames shoot from the tips of their weapons. Instantly the entire group of terrified ghosts are incinerated. As the smell subsides and the troops begin to go on to other duties, a servant waves you towards the imposing tent.* * Echo nods to the servant and dismounts. "Do try to make yourselves small for the time being, gentlemen." Echo says to the Corporal at his behest. "I wouldn't want you ending up like those poor fools." Echo gives a quick wave to the mass of murdered ghosts, then moves towards the tent, eager to converse with this, the Deathknight who would be King.* The inside of the black tent looks nothing like a typical war encampment. Upon closer inspection you realize the tent is actually made of black silk and embrodered with what could be silver. At least a dozen poles hold up the multi-room dwelling and Walking on Laughter seems to have made good use of the space. Expensive furniture, vases, chests, and other assorted items are throughout the room. All are utterly useless for waging war and speak of a mind focused on the appearance of wealth and power. The Abyssal is sitting on a lush, comfortable chair across from a handsome ebony desk. Maps and parchment litter the desk, it seems he has been busy devising plans. Only you and Walking on Laughter are in the tent. You have no doubt that hundreds of ghosts are listening from the outside, waiting to jump in and protect their master in a heartbeat, but they remain unseen. "Have a seat." He gestures toward nothing in particular in front of him.* (I just pictured him pouring two scotches, then drinking both) (yes, so did I) * Echo eyes the nothing in front of the Abyssal general, then eyes the general himself. Eccentric perhaps. Or insane. Or perhaps just brilliant. Maybe all three? Echo ponders to himself as he slowly swaggers over in front of Walking On Laughter. He looks about for a chair for a moment, not entirely sure if he wants to disturb his surroundings. Still, Laughter said to have a seat, so a seat Echo will have. He grabs a chair made of what appears to be..an entire horse..and plops it down in front of Laughter. He takes a seat and smirks. "I like what you've done with the place."* The Abyssal grins, the first break in his stoic expression since you've met. "Thank you Echo. I do try not to let war interfere with the finer things in life." He leans back in his chair and he picks at an over long fingernail absently. "What brings you to Fell Harbor child? Hoping to rescue your doomed Deathlord? I dare say you'll need at least two dozen soldier for that task at least."* * Echo snickers. "In that case I must be out of luck. Although I have heard much of you and your battlefield prowess, I do wonder, how did you learn of me? I always thought my exaltation was one of little note in the Underworld." Echos emerald eyes twinkle devilishly. "Or perhaps you just take an interest in knowing such things."* He holds his hand out in front of him, examining the nails. His interest in this is odd considering he has a rather ghastly scar down the side of his face, he appears to be losing a bit of hair, and he doesn’t look to have shaved in a day or so. He looks at you with a mockingly concerned expression. "Echoing Words of the Darkness, you don't just march 100,000 troops, 60,000 support ghosts, and countless seige engines..." "half way up the continent to kill a Deathlord, ransack a major port city, and claim the better part of this region in the Underworld without knowing something of your opponent." He cocks his head slightly, "Or would you disagree?" His eyes have an odd, glazed look to them and you can't tell if he's focusing on you or not. Your head dulls slightly, but you can't figure out why. (Rolling your willpower) (3 success, you resist the effect... but can't figure out what it was. it wasn't a friendly greeting you are certain)* * Echo nods slowly. A magical attack this early...the game was afoot. "Am I supposed to be impressed by those staggering numbers? I am but a humble envoy, Walking On Laughter, not a soldier. Certainly no general. Yet I suppose you wonder why I'm here. Or perhaps you already know...after all, you seem to know your enemies well enough." Echo grins. He ponders what charms to use first. This will require more than tact.* He continues his disturbing stare, "Yes. I know my enemies a great deal. You manage to claim the alligence of those pathetic Crimson Claws and march them all the way up here. Honestly it is a test of your persuasiveness to keep them in thrall in the face of my army." "But why?" He leans in closer to you. "Why Echo? There aren't many of us in this world, and we must stick together. Abyssals might become a short lived race if we are to constantly fight against each other, don't you agree? So what are you doing here?" His repetitiveness drums in your ears and you can almost listen to your pulse. He is definitely not playing games with you.* * Echo smiles. "I was hoping you'd have noticed them by now. They really weren't all that hard to manipulate, you know. The Lion should be lucky I didn't meet a larger contingent of his men." Echos smile slowly fades as he realizes the tenacity of his opponent. Perhaps this would be easier than he had expected. "I didn't bring the Crimson Claws here to fight you, Laughter. At first, of course, it was my entire purpose." "I was coming here, by order of the Bodhissatva, to destroy you and your Sanguine Army. However, now I see that is impossible. What can the Crimson Claws do to destroy 100,000 War Ghosts? Nothing. Perhaps perturb a rear guard unit for an hour, perhaps. I am no General, Laughter. Just an envoy. I feel useless in the matter of war. Yet, here I am by the order of my Liege, waiting to die outside his own gates." Echo lowers his eyes for a moment then sighs and takes a deep breath. "But I'm not here for pity, Laughter. I am here to do whatever I can to become important. I'm sorry if you expected something else from me, but that is all I have to give. How can I be important in this...this bloodshed? I am no killer. I seek only freedom and power and to be honest, at the moment I have neither. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Of course you don't. You have always enjoyed the luxury of a benevolent and beneficial liege. What have I but words to fight spear and arrow. What other resources do I have?" Echo sighs again.* Walking on Laughter looks at you intently. Several second pass after you finish before he leans back into his chair. "Amazing. The great manipulator," You suddenly feel the oppressiness of the room lift off you like weight from your chest. You suddenly realize the sheer amount of essence that was trained on your every words, "and yet you do not lie to me." He chuckles, "Truely, I do not know what to do with you." "Words, my dear child can be spear and arrows if used well, as you know. So, Echo, use your words and convince me that you can be useful to me." He smiles broadly.* (*oppressiveness - you get the idea) * Echo throws his head back, inhales deep of the dead essence and then levels his gaze on Laughter. "I want to be someone, Laughter. You are already a king with an unmatched army. I don't want that. If my name appears in the history books even once, then let that be enough to sate me..for now. If you lose this battle, I do not want to be at your side. If the Bodhissatva falters, I do not want to be at his side." "However, if you win..and it appears that, without any shadow of a doubt you will, then I want to be there. I do not care if you call me a servant or a brother in arms. But I want no part in defeat here. If it requires betrayal, fine. Treachery, treason and horror, fine. I won't go down with the Bodhissatva because he is too foolhardy to try to escape his fate. Let inevitability take him- I could care less." "So I offer to you my services, and the services of the Crimson Claws. However. I will not lead my men into battle, nor participate in the fight in any way. I have, instead, plotted and schemed, as you seem to know, is my forte."* *"I have instead plotted and schemed. As you know, that is my forte."* (Makes a lot more sense) Laughter smiles, looking quite pleased. "Good good. Tell me of your plot, your scheme. Does it have to do with those boats that servile dog of the Dowanger now builds in the swamps?"* (btw, Design's Liege is the Dowanger) * Echo nods. "I had assumed you took note of them. As you well know, the Bodhissatva has a fleet nigh unmatched on the black seas. It will arrive shortly- very shortly. A pity for you, wouldn't you say? After all, the defenders of the city are busily -trying- to hold back the Sanguine onslaught...ignorant of the harbors they assume are untouchable by you and your landlocked army." "You are not a foolish man, Laughter. You see where I am going with this. Each vessel has been masterfully constructed by Design and I, being a sailor, have seen to their seaworth. Each transport can carry a maximum load of 500 armed and armored War Ghosts or other troopers. At the moment we are working on 40 such vessels. I am not entirely sure that will be a sufficent force to storm the harbors, however." "Through my contact with the Bodhissatva, I have learned that he will soon begin amassing men on the harbors, perhaps preparing for evacuation. An attack must be made before then. It must be made en force as well. This is short notice I realize, but as I have said...what warrior am I...what do I know of strategy." "All I know is the boats will sail to Fell Harbors exposed flank and deliver a wave of annihilation. I provide you with a resource and the intelligence to use it, after that it is yours to do with as you please."* The Abyssal continues smiling, "Yes. Too good to be true. And yet too good to pass up. I will take you up on your generous offer Echoing Words of the Darkness." With a florish he takes a clean piece of paper and signs up some orders. "We shall pack the landing boats with as many men as they can hold. The Shackled Husks shall all go as well, to insure victory." "He looks at you with a sly grin. "And to insure your... cooperation, you and The Soul's Twisted Design shall travel in the lead ship. Ah, and I almost forgot, I found something you lost." To the side, a curtain is drawn to reveal The Shadow’s Clever Feint in the grasp of a hideous creature. Shadow’s eyes are wide and despite her Exalted nature, seems no more than a terrified child. Around his waist twists the grotesque arms of someone, or something you do not recognize. Laughter motions towards the pair, "Shadow I believe you are acquainted with. I doubt you’ve been met Silhouette of Flames." The disfigured Abyssal gives a sharp, toothy grin at you. Walking on Laughter adds with a chuckle, "He’s taken to your little tiny Deathknight quite well. Isn’t that right Flame?" Silhouette of Flames brushes cheek to cheek with Shadow and stretches a long slimy tongue up her lips. It touches barely and where it does her lip turns black and the smell of burnt flesh permeates the room. Shadow whimpers and stifles back a cry. Laughter laughs with glee, "Isn’t he a lady-killer! He sure makes an impression on his dates." Walking on Laughter looses himself in chuckles and his eyes turn wild. "And lets seal the deal with one of those agreements you Moonshadows are so fond of eh?" He stretches out his hand to shake, "You'll lead the invasion inside the city, I'll attack from outside. You renig, Shadow gets a wedding night she'll never forget. What do you say?" His sudden shift from calm to rackous is disturbing at best. You realize where this Abyssal gets his name.. he truely does walk the line of sanity.* http://www.angelfire.com/creep/dp/flames.jpg * Echo ponders for a moment. "Lead the attack, eh? That sounds rather humorous, actually. I'll even make arrangements with the Bodhissatva to guarantee our safe arrival." Echo lacks his typical smirk and seems deadly intent on this deal. "Laughter, one more thing. An amendment, as it were. I do this for fame, or for infamy, whichever comes easiest. My name will be sung in the highest praise when this is all over." "I want the status of living legend. Nothing less. You can claim the victory and the hundred after, but at least in this one battle let me be known as the hero. For now, it'll be all I ask of you. For now." Echo adds, a sharpness in his voice. He's serious. "Also, the Bodhissatva will want to speak with Shadow. I will require her on the front with me. If this concerns you, don't let it. If my end of the bargain is not maintained, I shall deliver her -personally- to your doorstep." "If those amendments are acceptable, then let us make the pact." Echo offers his hand.* Laughter calms down and takes the tone of a hush whisper at a funeral. "Fame you shall have Deathknight. As much amongst the Lion's troops and provinces as you can imagine. Even the Lion himself will look fondly on you for this act, and may take you under his wing." He looks at the whimpering Shadow, "Know that the Lion wants Fell Harbor's inhabitants purged, but the city left largely intact." "I don't care for such a place, I have others to control and must move on with the Sanguine Army, but perhaps you could use a city... a nation-state to call your own Echo? Perhaps... perhaps. But Shadow stays with us." He extends his hand, his face deadly calm.* * Echo shrugs. "Fine then, let her sit. I only ask that she be returned to me after the city is destroyed. She is important to me, to my plans."* Walking on Laughter; second only to the First and Forsaken Lion; commander of the largest single force in the Underworld... grins and shakes your hand. (seem like a good place to stop for the night?) (Yarrrr) sweet, that went well hmm decisions, decisions for me I mean, dance puppet! yes, thar be a compassion roll in your future I think if I go through with my diabolical plan, I will do massive but perhaps not totally irreperable damage to the sanguine army and stay in the good graces of the bodhissatva and shadow will undoubtedly die but the bodhissatva is, nevertheless, still a trapped rat whereas Walking On Laughter seems like the best route to gain access to the banestones and perhaps this walking abyss perhaps Crimson is still out there tracking it down shadow would live, i'd own a nation state of my own, and i'd still own an army oh well, a decision that can wait for another day one sec http://www.angelfire.com/creep/dp/abyssal.html new short story, Profane's Profile did you get a chance to read the one about the Lover? yeah nice aye very cool stuff be a-movin it'll all join up when you head out to Blue Haven and you'll meet the abyssal I would have been, Ruin in Vanity and Discor Discord* aha whom I thought up after watching good ole Alucard very cool ah, heh yes, he has a soulsteel pistol, just like walking on laughter, weeee! ok, enough ranting, anything else? nah, not really good session indeed i like where this is going any questions, feel free to email me, otherwise see you next tuesday Echo is definitly shaping up to be a godking or an ant tread upon by history oh yeah, in that case Happy Birthday you want anything ah, thanks actually.... how about a gamecube game, one of the zeldas or something alright you get egm, you should know the best ones you have Wind Waker? no Wind Waker is supposed to be amazing i'll get that i'll talk to dad, maybe come home for dinner some night cool alright cya Hope will be over this weekend just so you know ah, should I come over and meet her? don't care it's nothing special k, we'll see what works out alright later then i go to attain level 31 Session Close: Tue Oct 26 21:43:56 2004