Lauren CW

I sortof imagined that being retired would take the pressure off so he could have fun with it again. But what do I know, I'm a bear. I suck the heads off fish.

I think he enjoys his work too much to retire. It would probably just slow down.

The bureaucracy is expanding to meet the needs of the expanding bureaucracy.

yay online shopping, where only the ups guy can judge me

Your stuff probably comes in a box/letter with an obscure enough shipper that the UPS guy will probably have no idea what it is.

Of course, this is promptly ruined when you run screaming at him thanking him for delivering your MLP comic and giving him a giant hug.

I played in band all through high-school and middle school. I concur with Harehunter, marching band was great. I played the snare, bass, and cymbals sometimes. I still jam with friends sometimes on a drum set.

My favourite type of music is mostly anything good... I have a slight tendancy toward Canadian folk music, but other than that I'm all over the board, excluding modern country music, jesus music, and that icky dubstep electronica stuff.

Marijuana is much safer than alcohol, Jewels. Nobody has ever overdosed on Marijuana. Also, people who get stoned instead of drunk are more likely to play with their kids than beat them.

I am considering forming some sort of a drinking game for a marathon with my friend for rewatching the show in preparation for S3.

I'm going to be scaring the piss out of people (Literally, in some cases) at the Stalker Farms Field of Screams haunted corn maze. When that ends, copious amounts of drinking and revelry begin with my haunt family.

My costume is a grungy hobo. Sometimes I get called a zombie. Other times, when I let my hair down, I get called Kurt Cobain, back from the dead.

I wish I lurked the General/Misc boards back then. Alas, I only lurked the Avernum/Geneforge boards in order to min-max.

On topic, the only people I know IRL who play spiderweb games are those I have converted. It's kindof a shame.

You should test if that's still true.

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By request of CR.

I actually like seeing things like this, because I don't tend to do much exploring online anymore, and totally would have missed this sale otherwise, and said games are very relevant to my interests.

^Holy [censored], Buster Bluth?

A maxed out luck in Exile would indeed cause you to be nigh unsinkable.

RE:Sylae

I like to set up the resolution on my screen when I'm watching TV/Movies so that my desktop ponies can walk around at the bottom of the screen. without obscuring what I'm watching. Occasionally RD/Derpy will fly up towards the mouse.

What Alorael said, basically.

If you like puzzles, Lufia 2 or Wild Arms.

I felt that my previous one was in fact quite clever, especially to anyone who got the reference.

Vlish isn't the only one who killed the eyebeast without cheating before stoneworks. It is actually not super hard if you do it right.

^That's what I was thinking when she posted it in CR chat.

Off topic, nice work with the avatar and PDN as always, nikki.

Jeremy Soule. Surprised nobody has mentioned him yet.

Also, Inon Zur.

Oh my. Harehunter. You are wonderful.

Oh, also congrats Sylae

The scene that greeted her was a familiar one. Mike, Ryan, and a girl she didn't recognize were sitting around the coffeetable playing cards. Erica was drunk, waving her arms in the air and shaking her curly brown hair about wildly. When Mike noticed Sadie, he gave a wave and yelled at Erica. She opened her eyes and a huge smile lit up her face. She yelled "Sadiiiieee!" as she ran over, flailing her arms out wide for a hug and nearly tripping over the end table by the couch.

"Hey. I heard the music playing, thought I'd drop by."

"What?!" Erica gestured at Mike to turn the music down to a tolerable level.

"I said, I heard the music playing and thought I'd see what's up?"

Erica gasped. "It's like my bat-signal for Sadies!" she squealed. Yup. Definitely drunk.

"No promises..."

"Aww, you're no fun!"

"Ah-ah, but no-fun doesn't bring this!" Sadie gestured with the bottle of vodka and a smirk.

"Okay, maybe you're a little fun." Erica returned with a dubious look.

"Well, go get a couple glasses!" Sadie stuffed the bottle in Erica's hand, turned her about by the shoulder and slapped her ass towards the kitchen.

Erica turned around for a quick salute and a "Yes ma'am!" before complying.

As Erica went to the kitchen, Ryan suddenly flung his cards across the livingroom.

"You're a cheat!" he said. "That's how you do it!"

"And a damn fine one, too." the new girl remarked calmly as she raked his chips across the coffeetable.

"She's not a cheat, you just suck." said Mike.

"Says the one who was out first!" Ryan shot back.

"Getting your ass kicked again Ryan?" she stuck out her hand towards the new girl. "Sadie, by the way."

"Jamie." They shook hands and Sadie took a seat.

"Holdem'?" Sadie asked, knowing the answer already. It was always Holdem'.

"Yeah, but these guys..." Jamie shook her head, exasperated.

"Alright, deal me in. We'll see if we can spice this up."

"Me too me too!" came Erica's excited reply from the kitchen.

Together they divided up the chips and dealt a new game. Through a feat of sheer drunken willpower, Erica managed to bring over 5 drinks in one trip without spilling or breaking any glasses.

"Any one of us could have helped you carry those..." said Mike, but it was a moot point.

It didn't take long for Jamie to take the lead. Erica was drunk, and Ryan and Mike were lousy. Jamie was one of those players who took a small advantage at the start and turned it to a bigger one by leaning on the other players. Sadie put up with it for a while, biding her time and throwing out false tells. Eventually, when she felt she had a strong enough hand, Sadie goaded Jamie into making the mistake investing too much in one round and the power shifted. Then it was Sadie's turn to lean, and she had a much bigger advantage than Jamie had had at the beginning. It didn't take long after that to mop up.

It's a bit of a pain in the ass when I'm trying to go to bed and she keeps poking my brain with a straw to get up and take her home. She was upset when I left her at work with her hair full of icky make-shift dye and her ponytail in the sink, and she wanted to go home and take a shower to fix her hair.