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OOC: Why is anyone interested in my real gender?
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"So what should i do to him . by the way, anyone got a crate? i need an extra for my pet fuzz.he keeps chewing on wires."
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(This message has been edited by grunadulater (edited 04-11-2001).)
That's an interesting question.What should you do with him?About the crate I have o0ne in my cargo bay."*Get's crate brings it back."here's a crate.You could be old fashoined and use very hot iron."
------------------ I'm not dead yet.In fact I feel pretty good!" I cut off your arm!""It's only a flesh wound!" "Bless this holy hand grenade..."
Poll.i ether stick him in my afterburner for a week or i lock him in the crate with Fuzzilla my fuzz.Iron isnt as painful as those. you vote, i decide. Fuzzilla's going in the crate anyway.dont worry, ill wash it afterwords Rima.
"Stick him in the crate with Fuzzilla!"
"Yeah! go fuzzilla!it can be his victory feast! well, my victory, his feast." with that, grunadulater shot into hyperspace while in his cargo hold he heard screams. ------------------
The crate/fuzzy one!
"No no no." ESPilot says. "I think you should make him siphon your engine plasma!" (via his mouth ;))
------------------ ESPilot; Ship: S.S. Honor Blade, Alliance: Anyone who pays him huge sums of cash for killing people (in other words, he's a bounty hunter), Combat Rating: Boosted to Ultimate after wrecking the Z.S.S. Dramatic and a gang of CW's.
(This message has been edited by ESPilot (edited 04-11-2001).)
i'll do that with his remaints.
Sounds cool.
"Wait wait wait! Did he give you his permission to kill him? If he didn't we're in trouble. Except... as Rima's barperson now, maybe she could change the rules. No killing anyone without first taking a vote?" "And, SilverDragon, I want to know your real gender because it's important. Come on, we're both English are'nt we?" HAH! I just got your e-mail and you are MALE! YES! ------------------ I came; I saw; I hid behind a tree.
(This message has been edited by Jess (edited 04-12-2001).)
Draco, a short stocky Emalghion with one arm walks into the bar and watches everyone slyly.
------------------ The dragon awaits no one's whim. Thunder, doom, and things that have gloom.
(This message has been edited by draco_2488 (edited 04-13-2001).)
Don't go thinking it's some great achievement, Jess.
I only didn't tell you my gender because you asked.
You could have found out easily by looking at Reign of Chaos. My first character was male, and it's more likely that my first character will be my real gender.
PS: Can I assume "yes!" is a "yes! I'm right"?
"If i'm correct we will get his permission."Rima smiles coldly.
Rima sits down at the bar and brews herself a new drink."hmm.I wonder how this will taste."
SilverDragon sighes and looks at Rima. "Have they finished killing that Grafman guy yet?"
"I despise torture. If you have a problem with someone you should at least have the decency to shoot him in the head."
<My call for "fuzzies" was just a joke I wouldn't really want you to do it since I'm the one who wrote Grafman in ;)>
"i don't know if there done yet.I don't exactly approve of torture.It's nice sometimes.I'd just rather not have them in my bar."
grunadulater returns to the bar, eats a huge meal and falls asleep without a care in the universe.
Eyes flicking back and forth, the Emalghion smiles when a Voinan frigate docks, and grins evilly when a mercenary enters the bar. He sits up in his chair with anticipation.
------------------ The dragon awaits no one's whim. Doom, gloom, and things that go boom!
Seeing Draco, he pulls out a neutron bazooka, but doesn't shoot.
"Aren't you wanted in 7 Voinan Systems?"
Shaking his head with sorrow, Draco shoots the mercenary with a hidden gun in his boots. As the mercenary flies out the window, Draco catches an ID that falls from his pocket.