Episode Nineteen, Being A Mythical Paradise of Gangstacular Proportions
In Mori 2101, war was beginning.
Players: What Happen?
DM: What Happen?
Absent Players: Somebody set up us the bomb, somebody set up us the bo-omb.
Guest DM: We get signal.
Late Players: What?
DM: Main screen turn on, main screen turn o-on.
All: Main screen, turn on!
Guest DM: It's you!
Faulty AIM Server: How are you, gentlemen! All your base are belong to us!
DM: What you say?!
Poor Connection: You are on the way to destruction! You have no chance to survive! Make your time! Ha ha ha!
