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SEVENTH;
I sincerely hope you're not all going to believe a man who calls the army to kill you. Of course not. Not after all the good deeds we've done.
But I'm sure our dear friend from Hollisland and his new pal would know more about the fires, when he's not busy pointing fingers at others. -
SIXTH;
[Static. And then, through the noise:] --so dam▓░▒backward,▓░▓▒▒▓s outdated▒▒░▓▓░░▒▓░▒t might not even--
... Ah. Houston, we've made contact.
So. Still alive?
[[ooc: the next supply delivery will be announced in the discedo, so discedo isn't out of the woods YET, but be on the lookout for it!]] -
FOURTH;
O' intrepid explorers.
“Treading the soil of the moon, palpitating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terra - these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known”
The rest of you... So very dull.
Don't tell me we need to provide the entertainment. All ( Read more... ) -
THIRD;
Looks like it's going to be a bumpy ride. Hang onto your hats, kiddies.
If you don't have one, I suggest taking that cactus guy's. -
SECOND;
So that's what that button does.
Rain, rain, go away. Hope you all have umbrellas. Or something like that, right?
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Oh? Well, would you look at that. Houston, we may have a problem. ...Well. Not us, of course.
((OOC: the item rain has begun, as of this post! Keep in mind that this is not a literal rain: characters will find the items, but ( Read more... ) -
FIRST;
Looks like I might turn out to be that lucky son of a bitch who spends his life surrounded by beautiful women. Work, work, work.
Can't say much for the rest of you, though. Enjoying yourselves, o' pungent ones?
