Pointing out Moorluck's FAILs for TOTP.
Something tells me I'm going to fail a lot of saves tonight. What do you mean DC 50? Everyone else got DC 5. Are you sh#%ing me?
Poor Woody lost his dice. We should find them, just to be nice.
This way when we play, mine don't get rolled twice.
Paizo might have eaten them. Woody will get his dice back in a day or so. ;)
Does anyone have a towel?
...and pray that the tea you're drinking is the 'sweet' kind next morning.
Hi Amby, wish you were here. After all, the rest of the gang of misfits is.
Heya LPM. Sounds like you all are having fun. :)
Does anyone have a towel?
Do you have to toss off a batch after fonding your iPad for hours?
Hi Amby, wish you were here. After all, the rest of the gang of misfits is.Heya LPM. Sounds like you all are having fun. :)
Day isn't over yet. I anticipate an actual death this evening!
Does anyone have a towel?
Sharoth has nice big fluffy white towels at home. Oops, somehow a red packet of dye fell into his washing machine... so that's how they get pink towels.
Uh oh, a couple of the tinker gnomes got eaten by Sharoth's dishes.
Day isn't over yet. I anticipate an actual death this evening!Hi Amby, wish you were here. After all, the rest of the gang of misfits is.Heya LPM. Sounds like you all are having fun. :)
My money's on Woodraven!
Does anyone have a towel?Sharoth has nice big fluffy white towels at home. Oops, somehow a red packet of dye fell into his washing machine... so that's how they get pink towels.
Uh oh, a couple of the tinker gnomes got eaten by Sharoth's dishes.
"Be our guest, be our guest..."
Uh oh, we lost radio contact with the tinker gnome squad in the dragon's kitchen. I'm dispatching a another squad to investigate.
I'm more worried about the fiddler gnomes.
The trapfinders are finally through. Excellent, the hoard is mine! {breaks out the rolls of My Little Pony and Scrappy-Doo stickers, proceeds to sticker-fy the various and sundry RPG materials}
The trapfinders are finally through. Excellent, the hoard is mine! {breaks out the rolls of My Little Pony and Scrappy-Doo stickers, proceeds to sticker-fy the various and sundry RPG materials}are you working for a certain pony lawyer?
No, I work for the greater glory of Chaos! {goes back to folding and dog-earring pages, bending spines, and reshuffling pages}
Hmmm, now the second squad of tinker gnomes isn't responding. Maybe I shouldn't have made them all wear red shirts?
OK, sending in two squads of giff space marines. Frangible ammo only. We don't want to breach containment on the Fridge; there is no telling what horrible biological experiments the dragon's been growing in there.
Holy Chaos! Lost all of the gnomes and all but three of the giff marines. The dishes golem didn't just eat the missing squads; it assimilated them! Fire and acid don't seem to hurt it. The g- -so, all of the giff packed armor-piercing rounds against orders. The cooling system on the Fridge was destroyed and containment was lost... I estimate a full meltdown in only a few hours.
[SIGNAL LOST]
Gads woman! Didn't you hear that the Empire has raised the Use Tax on tinker gnomes in hazardous conditions to 10 times their original cost?! You may have bankrupted our exploration company! Hopefully, the gains will outweigh the costs.
Mark my words though. The Imperial auditors will be up our collectives arses about this. You better have your cost-benefit analysis in order. And not done in crayon like last time!
Who ever heard of a long haired larping gnome anyways?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am not allowed to game within 50 miles of MB, by court order. Damn that Judge Judy!
And look for Woody's dice bag in one of the toy boxes. Methinks Sharoth has tutored the spawn in hoarding.
-had to kill an Imperial IRS auditor who was babbling about value-added taxes and 1099 forms for the gnomes- -tupid klepto kender ninjas decided to fight over the used fabric-softener sheets and dryer lint. Had only one kender survive... when confronted about his mission failure, he committed seppuku. {sigh} We've fallen back to the powder room and braced for a siege. One of the giffs kept quoting Bill Paxton or Bill Pullman, so I had kill hi- -ommunications because of the radiation leaking from the Fridge. Bishop says he can order a dropship to come pick us- -and nuke the entire hoard from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. [SIGNAL LOST]
-had to kill an Imperial IRS auditor who was babbling about value-added taxes and 1099 forms for the gnomes- -tupid klepto kender ninjas decided to fight over the used fabric-softener sheets and dryer lint. Had only one kender survive... when confronted about his mission failure, he committed seppuku. {sigh} We've fallen back to the powder room and braced for a siege. One of the giffs kept quoting Bill Paxton or Bill Pullman, so I had kill hi- -ommunications because of the radiation leaking from the Fridge. Bishop says he can order a dropship to come pick us- -and nuke the entire hoard from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. [SIGNAL LOST]
shakes head in dismay Bankrupt. A radioactive hoard is like no hoard. After all these years of hard work i have nothing. Nothing but...
Well, I started out with nothing so I can do it again. Back to pole dancing for imperiums.
-thing from the Fridge... Bishop says it is likely composed of leftover food that mutated, but I'm not sure I can trust him. This Bishop clone has been pretty worthless... he keeps babbling about "making birthday custard for Peter," "rescuing Agent Dunham," and "alternate dimensions"; he spent the last 20 minutes converting a gauss rifle into a bong for some "preemo spliffs"... whatever that is.
Also, the lone hoard native, is not a Newt after all, but a Gecko. After the umpteenth time of "trying to save me 15% or more in gp on my dropship," I had to kill it. It did warn me about something called a "Cosmo." We'd better leave before long, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and the Cosmo mostly comes at night... mostly. [TRANSMISSION ENDS]
There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can roll the image, make it flutter. We can change the focus to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity. For the next hour, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and hear. We repeat: there is nothing wrong with your television set. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to... The Amby Limits.
nu-Daleks? are those the ones who come in different colors and look like power rangers?Uh oh, we lost radio contact with the tinker gnome squad in the dragon's kitchen. I'm dispatching a another squad to investigate.Tinker gnomes are like M&Ms (or nu-Daleks). You can't eat just one...
The one and the same.
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The one and the same.nu-Daleks? are those the ones who come in different colors and look like power rangers?Uh oh, we lost radio contact with the tinker gnome squad in the dragon's kitchen. I'm dispatching a another squad to investigate.Tinker gnomes are like M&Ms (or nu-Daleks). You can't eat just one...
Ah ok good.
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You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Amby Zone.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Amby Zone.
-ost another giff when the dishes golem attempted to take us in the powder room. The remaining giff, Bishop, and I escaped into the ventilation ducts. Our motion scryer indicates that something is slowly moving out of the Fridge wreckage... could this be the dreaded Cosmo? Bishop offered to build me a power loader or large wooden badger to combat the thing, but I instead dangled him as bait. The Cosmo took it -- By the Speakers of the Depths, what a monster! -- but we were unable to stop it with our repeating assault crossbows and alchemist fire throwers. What I wouldn't give for- -flying monkey poop and orange sherbet.
In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem...if no one else can help...and if you can find them...maybe you can hire...The Amby-Team.
-illed the last giff when he started whining "coulda been a contender, coulda been a gish." I attempted to use the ducts to loop back to the main hoard, but nearly failed a SAN check across the hidden Symbol of Sebastian. There may be some lingering after effects though... I keep daydreaming about hooves, Mane & Tail shampoo, and Bella Sera cards. -unning firefight... {gasping for breath} -osmo has an innate sonic weapon. My skull rings in agony from the cloying horror and the constant spewing of bubbles. A voice in the back of my mind whispers *I love Lawrence Whelk* and I throw-up a little in my mouth. Augh, it's found m-
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-id myself under a heap of dirty laundry. I'm -Gateing back to the Cerulean Void emptyhanded. F*ck the Weyland-Jack bottom line! I'm recommending they bombard this entire installation from orbit using Poodle Drivers. I'm setting the beacon now... this is Gunnery Sergeant, Amby Slaad, signing off.
[RECEIVING TRANSMISSION]: ALL THESE HOARDS ARE YOURS, EXCEPT SHAROTHPA. ATTEMPT NO LANDING THERE.
The children! Save the children!
Can you all see us?
hello?
hello?
I'm there.
Yayy! It works!
Yayy! It works!
It's like watching bad television, he he
Howdy folks. Back from my game, where I ran my players through the beginnings of City of Golden Death. A fun time was had by all.
That is funny considering that the Rifts game we were supposed to play didn't start tonight because the GM was sick and I was elected to wing something. So, I winged a session where I had the players make 5th level Nirmathas freedom fighters and finished the night with the thought to possibly run City of Golden Death next.
Great game tonight. No arguing/bickering and lots of heavy roleplaying where the players enjoyed interacting with the PC I made: the awakened falcon named Machiavelli.