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[Buffy/Angel Roleplaying Game] Save the Last Slayer
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"O-kaaayyy..."
Because 9% think it's too high, and shouldn't be cut! 9% of respondents could not fully
get their arms around the question. There should be another box you can check for, "I
have utterly no idea what you're talking about. Please, God, don't ask for my input."
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"Ugh, these are math books. Any big strong guys want to take a few textbooks over to Mr. Lendon?" Several hands raise, including Howard's. "And yes, you do have to come back. I'll check." Howard's is now the only hand up.
He looks around, and comes to the front of the room, where she loads him up with four textbooks.
"Think you can handle that?" she asks, eying him with a little concern.
Howard shrugs. "Seems fine."
"All right then." She opens the next box, and sees three more.
"Man, who packed these things?" she mutters to herself.
"Are there more, Ms. . . . " Howard trails off, not knowing her name.
"Ms. Green. And yes, three more. Anyone want to go with this young man?" she asks the class, somewhat more full now, but no hands go up.
"I can take three more, Ms. Green. It's okay," Howard assures her.
"You sure you're not trying to impress anyone on your first day?" she counters, smirking.
He shrugs again. "If I staggered into Mr. Lendon's room and practically collapsed, I don't think that would be very impressive. Three more of these won't be a problem."
"Well, okay," she agrees reluctantly, and hefts the other three into his arms.
"Oof! Boy, I don't know how you can do that. Comes of being a teenage boy who eats his Wheaties, I suppose," she laughs. "Left out of here, another left, then Room 191, on your right."
Howard carries the books to Mr. Lendon's room, and walks in carrying seven thick textbooks, not appearing to have any difficulty with them.
"Where should I put these?" he asks, approaching Mr. Lendon in the middle of his conversation with Jenna.
She smiles and waves at him.
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Because 9% think it's too high, and shouldn't be cut! 9% of respondents could not fully
get their arms around the question. There should be another box you can check for, "I
have utterly no idea what you're talking about. Please, God, don't ask for my input."
Because 9% think it's too high, and shouldn't be cut! 9% of respondents could not fully
get their arms around the question. There should be another box you can check for, "I
have utterly no idea what you're talking about. Please, God, don't ask for my input."
The athlete from before is in here, however. He helps unpack some of the boxes, and says to Howard, "Ok, I'm not accepting 'No' for an answer. Those arms were made for shooting ball, and we're going to need some new starters. What's your name, anyway? Mine's Dwayne."
"I didn't do anything, I swear! There were just lots of crazy people around! I-I think they might have been carnies!"
She didn't want to think about that. In the past. Behind her. Time to focus on new things. Important things. Like the nice biceps on Captain America-looking dudes.
I'm picturing Jenna as a Scary-Go-Round character now. To clarify, I don't mean Fallon Young, or Dark Esther, or Amy (Amy would be the terror of the underworld, to be blunt.)
More... Shelly.
Seriously, the carnies line felt straight out of a John Allison comic.
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Because 9% think it's too high, and shouldn't be cut! 9% of respondents could not fully
get their arms around the question. There should be another box you can check for, "I
have utterly no idea what you're talking about. Please, God, don't ask for my input."