8.29.2005
ttd_sign_your_name.mp3
5 nods slowly. "So there it is. Guess I owe you that 10 gp." 5 digs in his pocket for the coinage. "Don't spend it all in one place shooter."
Shi: "Mm. Thanks. But it's not over yet."
5: "Huh?! What you say! Look, are you blind? That one priest and that monk elf-guy, what was their plan? Suicide. The other priest's plan was to 1) wet pants 2) run away. The zombie's scratching his nuts the whole time. You can't really pull off great plays when you're at the 30 yard line, last down, 20 points in the hole. I'd say they did the best they could. Didn't see that fire breath thing coming, that's for sure."
Shi: "But that thief hasn't acted yet. He's got..." Shi thinks for a second "he's got two rounds. That's quite a bit of time, really."
5: "I call bullshit. Sin... Cyndre, is that his name? What's he gonna do, try for like the million dollar backstab? Won't work Shi. Come on."
Shi: "Mm, you're right. But still..."
5: "Not with the 'still' again. It's oh-va. Finito. Last call has come and gone."
Shi: "All I'm saying is that two rounds, a guy can do a lot. Did you hear the story of..."
5: "No, no I didn't. But did you hear the story of the Mysterious X? Who kicked everyone's ass regardless of how many rounds they got? I like that story because it's nice and short."
5 sighed. "Okay, look. Check it out, your boy Cyndar, let's take a look." 5 pulled out a sleek new Blackberry and waited for the wireless signal to kick in.
Shi: "Hey, nice. You got internet on that?"
5: "Shit, Jukka. I got... I got Quicktime, I got Winamp, listen..." 5 pressed some buttons, and the sweet sounds of Terrence Trent D'arby filled the bloody, smoke filled monk lounge.
"Let's just check the webpage here. 'Ed(Cinder)', this must be the guy. Ha, yeah, just as I thought. IQ 8, WI 9. Ooh, nine darts! Oh okay Shi, you got me! Check out his awesome Leather armor! Wait, don't tell me... it's: Cinder, with the... with the SAP... in the lounge!"
Shi frowned. "Yeah, okay. It's not... well, it might not be top shelf stuff." He took a smoke. "Still, two rounds..."
Shi: "Mm. Thanks. But it's not over yet."
5: "Huh?! What you say! Look, are you blind? That one priest and that monk elf-guy, what was their plan? Suicide. The other priest's plan was to 1) wet pants 2) run away. The zombie's scratching his nuts the whole time. You can't really pull off great plays when you're at the 30 yard line, last down, 20 points in the hole. I'd say they did the best they could. Didn't see that fire breath thing coming, that's for sure."
Shi: "But that thief hasn't acted yet. He's got..." Shi thinks for a second "he's got two rounds. That's quite a bit of time, really."
5: "I call bullshit. Sin... Cyndre, is that his name? What's he gonna do, try for like the million dollar backstab? Won't work Shi. Come on."
Shi: "Mm, you're right. But still..."
5: "Not with the 'still' again. It's oh-va. Finito. Last call has come and gone."
Shi: "All I'm saying is that two rounds, a guy can do a lot. Did you hear the story of..."
5: "No, no I didn't. But did you hear the story of the Mysterious X? Who kicked everyone's ass regardless of how many rounds they got? I like that story because it's nice and short."
5 sighed. "Okay, look. Check it out, your boy Cyndar, let's take a look." 5 pulled out a sleek new Blackberry and waited for the wireless signal to kick in.
Shi: "Hey, nice. You got internet on that?"
5: "Shit, Jukka. I got... I got Quicktime, I got Winamp, listen..." 5 pressed some buttons, and the sweet sounds of Terrence Trent D'arby filled the bloody, smoke filled monk lounge.
"Let's just check the webpage here. 'Ed(Cinder)', this must be the guy. Ha, yeah, just as I thought. IQ 8, WI 9. Ooh, nine darts! Oh okay Shi, you got me! Check out his awesome Leather armor! Wait, don't tell me... it's: Cinder, with the... with the SAP... in the lounge!"
Shi frowned. "Yeah, okay. It's not... well, it might not be top shelf stuff." He took a smoke. "Still, two rounds..."
