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Dec. 5th, 2001 04:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geebsHappy B-day to me! Oh well, tried to chat with Liz and Dom, but AIM wouldn't let me sign on. Started going over old post archives and found some gems:
mark <mark@angband.gt.ed.net> wrote:
: John L. Kramer <kramer@flair.gt.ed.net> wrote:
: Well, maybe not for scrolls, but for a Grimoire, : or we could start stealing from the library and : get him to carry all the books, what was that
: dwarf's name? The one we took to see "The
: Eater of Cities."
Methinks it was Jeff Jariv or something like that.
: : Garosne: Hmmmm, a bone gollum, hand me the hammer of ass whuping caddy.
Isn't it Garsone and Golem?
: So, you've finally accepted the name. It's
: about time. Anyway, I came
: up with the idea, he's my caddy.
You should hire a midget to be caddy. Speaking of which, could the movie Willow not afford Tattoo and Webster? It seems like they had every other midget out there.
: Jender: Hmm, if I charge in with the spear using sprint, I can get +10, but if I use the sword, the wolf spirits will aid me with a +3 throughout the duration of the battle?
: Caddy: Yes, but the field appears to be crowded. Might I suggest the bow, with ice arrows.
: Jendar: Very good,, give me the bow, my good man.
I don't think a caddy would work out for Gladius.
Gladius, das-uber knight: Hey, should I run this guy through with my lance, or carve him up with my sword?
Caddy: There's not enough room on the field for you to go charging off on your horse, so I suggest you use the Emerald Sword(tm)
Kesta, das-uber hottie: Stop fooling around and take care of him.
Gladius: Yes, I'm sorry, dear.
Kesta: Don't be sorry, just kill him.
Gladius: Yes, dear.
Jendar: heh, you is whupped.
Garsone: Hey, baby, you wanna be with a real man?
Gladius: What did y'all say, I'll kick your arses.
(argument ensues. Meanwhile, bad guy's 50,000 friends show up)
Caddy: Oh no! What will we do?
Paederon: Did someone say fireball?
(land within 5 mile radius erupts in flame. Caddy, as well as 50,001 bad guys fall to ashes)
Ha! Yeah, no one reading this prolly gets it, but its a wistful reminder of the days of yore.
mark <mark@angband.gt.ed.net> wrote:
: John L. Kramer <kramer@flair.gt.ed.net> wrote:
: Well, maybe not for scrolls, but for a Grimoire, : or we could start stealing from the library and : get him to carry all the books, what was that
: dwarf's name? The one we took to see "The
: Eater of Cities."
Methinks it was Jeff Jariv or something like that.
: : Garosne: Hmmmm, a bone gollum, hand me the hammer of ass whuping caddy.
Isn't it Garsone and Golem?
: So, you've finally accepted the name. It's
: about time. Anyway, I came
: up with the idea, he's my caddy.
You should hire a midget to be caddy. Speaking of which, could the movie Willow not afford Tattoo and Webster? It seems like they had every other midget out there.
: Jender: Hmm, if I charge in with the spear using sprint, I can get +10, but if I use the sword, the wolf spirits will aid me with a +3 throughout the duration of the battle?
: Caddy: Yes, but the field appears to be crowded. Might I suggest the bow, with ice arrows.
: Jendar: Very good,
I don't think a caddy would work out for Gladius.
Gladius, das-uber knight: Hey, should I run this guy through with my lance, or carve him up with my sword?
Caddy: There's not enough room on the field for you to go charging off on your horse, so I suggest you use the Emerald Sword(tm)
Kesta, das-uber hottie: Stop fooling around and take care of him.
Gladius: Yes, I'm sorry, dear.
Kesta: Don't be sorry, just kill him.
Gladius: Yes, dear.
Jendar: heh, you is whupped.
Garsone: Hey, baby, you wanna be with a real man?
Gladius: What did y'all say, I'll kick your arses.
(argument ensues. Meanwhile, bad guy's 50,000 friends show up)
Caddy: Oh no! What will we do?
Paederon: Did someone say fireball?
(land within 5 mile radius erupts in flame. Caddy, as well as 50,001 bad guys fall to ashes)
Ha! Yeah, no one reading this prolly gets it, but its a wistful reminder of the days of yore.
