(Quiet) Rars

That was a damn good night out. The most fun I've had at Slimelight in a very long time. Drank and talked a lot to many people. I won't bother listing who as it would take too long and I'ld probably forget some. I even managed to get home afterwards in record time (just over an hour) and it was then that the 'fun' began. My landlady/ flatmate had forgotten that I was coming back on Saturday night, had locked the front doors (dead bolting them from the inside) and proceeded to get very drunk so that she did not respond to me knocking on the door or phoning her. So at some unearthly hour this morning I had to scale our back fence to get to the back door which I could unlock. Considering my slightly inebriated state I was lucky to only get a few scrapes and a painfuly twisted wrist...
Anyway, I'm off to roleplaying in a minute so Rar!

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I am not a smelly beatnik :-p

Professional, us?

Role playing was entertaining. The rest of the group were supposed to organise and execute a simple extraction mission to get my character away from the clutches of an unpleasant corporation. Sounds simple... And it would have been if they had made any kind of worthwhile plan. As it was by the end of the session I had almost killed one of the other characters (he jumped in between me and a target and failed to tell me who he was), two of the group had been seriously injured, our transport had been blown up and the whole groups equipment had been lost. Not bad going :-)

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I feel icky and I want a hug.