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OV watches the chess game seeing all the bad moves. As the others turrn to stare at OV he says, "Don't worry, I suck worse than you guys"
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"Check and Mate. Didn't expect a Chomsky-Rumbold offensive did you Darkk 1? Ha, I didn't think so. "
"Who's next? Alancia? OV? Who wants to get 0wnz3d?"
Alancia gives Spamo a look that is a cross between desire to use him as a test subject for her magnets and mild interest in seeing him drawn and quartered.
"She's a killer. Dynamite with a laser beam. My kind of woman, rrrowr. "
------------------ "That was quick." "Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."
Business is picking up a bit, it seems. Goes back into the storeroom and brings back a few barrels of base ingredients which he installs under the bar, and pours a few more drinks. Plunges his keutae into a leftover Aud drone from one of the raids. It sputters and shuts off. Pours self a merenzane gold.
------------------ "Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?" "I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas." - Under Milk Wood
Alacina walks over to Spamo and smiles sweetly. "I'm afraid you're 0 for 4," she says in a sweetly depreciating voice.
Spamo feigns incomprehension. She holds her hand in his face, showing him the back of her ring finger.
Spamo sighs. "Not again!" he mutters under his breath.
Darkk 1, Darkk 2, Sarah, other Darkk, and Alacina suddenly leave, citing "an appointment".
------------------ Seen on a Claymore anitpersonell mine: "Do not eat"
"What'd you say to me chump!?" A big man says as he stands up pushing his chair backwards.
"I didn't say anything!" a smaller one protests.
"I heard you say something, and I want to know what!" the other shouts
OV walks over, "excuse me sir but unless theere are Auds, Gaitori, Sals, or Canthrans fighting is strictly pro-" WHAM! The Big man slams OV as he flys into the wall. Darks company quickly turn as OV slumps down on the floor.....
Must...resist urge... to cap... f00lz....
Ah, feckit. Spamo pulls out a large shining Desert Eagle .50 and points it at the Big Man. 'night 'night fella.
krak thud
Lucky for him I used soft rounds. Perhaps he'll wake up in a few hours.
Other Darkk and Alacina, having not quite left, reenter and take a look at the large, wounded man.
O Darkk throws a glob of something grey at him, which engulfs him. O Darkk then produces a 20-sided die from somewhere.
Alacina turns to him. "I STILL think that's not funny." "I STILL think it is."
O Darkk rolls the die. It comes up 13. The Grey mass shrinks, and then dissolves to reveal a very surprised chicken. "AAAAAHHHH!!!" It screams in the big man's voice.
Alacina looks at O Darkk. "How long are you going to leave him like that?" O Darkk rolls a hundred-sided die. "67 hours."
Alacina looks at him funny. "You and your hobbies." Darkk looks back at her. "Can I help it if I have advanced degrees in computer science?"
Not to mention a chronic D&D; disorder.
(This message has been edited by El Spamo (edited 02-24-2002).)
It is my honor to make my 500th post, here in the happy fields of the OC bar. Give them all a round, on me!
Serves up a full round for the bar, including one for himself. A toast to Spamo!
Oh well, if he's paying, I'll have another GreenyblueŽŠ then. A toast to El what's-his-name. Hic!
------------------ Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...
All of me and my associates order Dr Pepper. (hey, I just finally got Baldur's Gate 2)
Of course, old pal...er, pals. Hands out the drinks and collects the dough. The bar shudders slightly as workers crawling along the outside in spacesuits attach reinforced plating to the walls. Oh, I forgot to mention. In a few days the bar's going to break orbit around this asteroid and we're going to drift for a while through the rest of the asteroid field. We're reinforcing the sides because the bar's defense shields don't work all that well against rock.
Er, Hic (My, this is good stuff), may I ask why you're going for a lttle drift between the asteroids? Is it a tax avoidance (Hic) thing or something?
Anic manages to sip Dr Pepper's and GreenyblueŽŠ simultaneously! Hic!
Well, it's mainly for the view. To attract customers, I suppose. The workers install two foor-thick transparent armor over the windows, and four-foot thick transparent armor over the large viewing windows. This asteroid was chosed for the bar's location because it's at the edge of the field in a clear pocket, so it doesn't provide much of a view of the field.
Mike doesn't walk into the bar and doesn't order a DP and doesn't take out his 500MHz Titainium Powerbook G4 and doesn't start planning how to not conquer the galaxy.
`let's try that again
Mike does run into the door before coming in and steals a Cream Soda and pulls out his 210 GHz Quad Processor TriUlumiAmantium Powerbook G8 (with Mac OS XVII) and start's playing Unreal Tournament 5 Deathmatch with someone else in the bar over a T1 connection.
Mike's idiocy.
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What is sillier? You, or the fact that I am OwnZing j00 at UT.
ph33r my 1337 DM skilz.
Spamo sets off the Automated Anti-1337 System, which blasts him into a pile of ashes. A molecular re-constructor then brings him back to normal.
ouchie.
(rolls a hundred-sided die) (roll=83>82) (YESS!!! I made my saving throw against productivity loss!!! Now if I can get POV to work again, I can finish my work on the new Jjaro ships)
Alacina looks out the window. "We're going to be hit by asteroids four times before we reach our new orbit."
Darkk 1 looks at her "I must beg to differ, m'lady, I only see three."
"The last one hits twice."
"Ahh, I see clearly now."
Cicion looks at Alacina. "You have psychic powers?"
"No, but I can predict the paths of asteroids, among other things. Darkk 1 is psychic, of course."
(Asteroid slams into bar station)
"One" Alacina calmly announces.
(The next asteroid hits a docking arm, causing the bar to spin violently)
"Two" (most everyone gets dizzy and disoriented)
(The last asteroid slams into the bar, bounces off, and is smacked by a docking arm, rather like a baseball.)
"There. Three and four."
(The bar achieves its new orbit, but it's still spinning quite wildly.)