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![]() Grand Magus wrote:
It sounds like you don't have a job... ![]()
![]() I vaguely remember that special, magical day when I turned from 17 to 18...there were flying pink unicorns, skittles poured from the faucets, and Starbucks gave me free lattes all day long! There was also this amazing feeling that it was suddenly OK, in every possible, logical, rational way it could be so, that I could date someone not merely a year or two older than me, but 10, 15, 20, 30 years older than me! On June 11th--totally, despicably, deplorably, reprehensibly, disgustingly, not OK for me to date, say, a 20 year old...but 24 hours later on June 12th? Of course it was OK... ![]()
![]() Peter Stewart wrote:
I'm sorry you don't like these games, but... seriously? We shouldn't mention or discuss Call of Duty games, or Battlefiled, Halo, Medal of Honor, Rainbow 6, Team Fortress, Doom, Kill Zone, or any of the other similar shooter or combat-centric games? And cluttered? I count on the order of six posts that even mention CoD or Modern Warfare. If you can't talk about video games in a video games thread... ![]()
![]() yellowdingo wrote: So you dont think that it might be better for us all if we did comemerate every child born, despite how they might spend that life? Yes, i'm suggesting everything that has gone wrong has gone wrong because we dont. I thought we called that a 'birthday party'. I'm partial to McDonald's or the bowling alley for mine. ![]()
![]() GregH wrote:
You know, we banned them because we were afraid kids would choke on the toy...because that happens, like, all the time in Germany, right? Yeah, I guess American kids are kinda stoo-pid like that ![]()
![]() Orthos wrote:
Naturally, 'we' are those who agree with me, and 'them' are those who disagree. ![]()
![]() This thread is dedicated to the reductio ad absurdum of the internet. Let me start it off with this top tier school's commercial. Yes, yes it's true: you can be such an under achiever your entire youth that actually getting into a real university was impossible, yet still be in the less than 0.0000000001% of all humanity who make it through the NASA astronaut program! ![]()
![]() Hmmm. There was a time, not so long ago, when our DIRNSA and everyone else in the intel community was very, very concerned with Titles 10 and 50, and the provisions of the 4th Amendment. Read The Shadow Factory for more on that. My personal opinion: if you think the NSA is the only spy agency on the planet, you don't live on this planet. The number one rule of spies and the organizations that manage the art thereof: don't get caught. To me (more of my personal opinion), getting flummoxed by the recent 'revelations' is a lot like looking up at a crisp blue sky and remarking in absolute and genuine incredulity, "Blimey! The tittytwats told me it was green! The nerve! Animals, the lot of them!" ![]()
![]() I only have about $40 in monthly subscription costs these days, so skipping somewhere in the order of 10-12 espressos each month offsets my Paizo requirements. I could also give the kids old MREs for one week's worth of school lunch each month. I could make everyone in the family shave their heads and cut out haircuts and shampoos. I could bathe in the river out back and only take hot showers on Federal holidays. ![]()
![]() I totally agree! People are having too many babies! In my hometown, the population has increased by almost 2,000 blokes in the last 24 years! If only the State would step in and stop letting so many people have babies! Except for me, that is. My wife I and, I mean to say. We have three kids...but we're different! I make a bunch of money and I'm really highly educated! I went to an Ivy League school; I drive a Jeep, fully kitted (buy American!...made in Canada from parts fabricated in Mexico...), and my wife drives a BMW--Christ, it has a holographic heads-up and shows pedestrians at night; the car's a f%++ing Schwarzenegger-hunting Predator! I live in a huge 5-bedroom house and I drink lattes from Starbucks every day--every day! So...you know...I get a bye. You do, too...right? ![]()
![]() Slaunyeh wrote:
If this drags on much longer, it'll be winter in Norway and he may find himself snowed in. ![]()
![]() JonGarrett wrote:
Nothing to add; I just wanted to make an even longer reply cascade... ![]()
![]() Chubbs McGee wrote:
Because, just like me, none of these things are Catholic. Other religions allow female clergy and gay marriage. If a person wants to be ministered by a woman and marry their same-sex partner, join another religion. ![]()
![]() DSXMachina wrote:
Aranna wrote: Whilst the lads go off to the desert (well Con#132) and are too enthsiastic to remember to lock their car. Then a car-jacker steals it, with all the non-cosplay clothes inside. Thus they end up at a diner where everyone thinks they are 15 (or nerds) & need their mothers calling - because they are so stupid. To which Howard affirms they are, as he asks for them to call his Mommy. Andrew Turner wrote:
Favoriting your own posts again, eh? You do know we're all on to you, doc? ![]()
![]() DSXMachina wrote:
Aranna wrote: Whilst the lads go off to the desert (well Con#132) and are too enthsiastic to remember to lock their car. Then a car-jacker steals it, with all the non-cosplay clothes inside. Thus they end up at a diner where everyone thinks they are 15 (or nerds) & need their mothers calling - because they are so stupid. To which Howard affirms they are, as he asks for them to call his Mommy. Andrew Turner wrote:
Renrut Werdna-Bizzaro wrote: You are feisty this week. Trying to get another post removed by the Mods? Isn't it just a little weird that you're having a conversation with your self...? ![]()
![]() Sneaky basterd (#4 on the Top 100 list) giving this awesome story away for free. ![]()
![]() I haven't eaten a Twinkie since I was a kid. I'm sorry for the people who have lost their livelihood. That said, I'm really surprised at the number of dungeoneers here who take such an interest in the particulars of a company a great many people might not even have realized was still in business (since so few of us, apparently, eat any of its products). I mean to say that it's odd to read so many comments that clearly indicate some of you have researched the finer details of this particular bankruptcy. At any rate, I've already far exceeded my total possibly interest in any of this. (Snarky, I know.) ![]()
![]() The 8th Dwarf wrote:
What's an 'australia'? ![]()
![]() Every command given to my kids includes four key components: Task
Abbreviated TPCS for School Night Repose Task: Go to bed at 2030
By the time we get halfway through this process the kids are begging me to just leave them alone and let them go to bed. Do this a few times, with different events, and all you have to do when they give you grief is threaten to review the TCPS for the event...
About Walter VheistWalter is a young man on the cusp of adulthood, though his small and frail appearance makes him seem much younger. Walter's skin is pale and his hair is a platinum blonde that is cut short. While he may have muscle on him, any notion of strength is distracted by his wiry frame and short stature. Statistic Block:
Walter Bresrin Vheist Male human oracle 2 LG Medium humanoid (human) Init +6 Senses vision 30 ft.; Perception +5 -Defense--------------------------------- AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex) hp 13 (2d8+2) Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4 -Offense--------------------------------- Spd 30 ft. Melee quarterstaff +1 (1d6) or touch of flame +1 (1d6 fire) Special Attacks touch of flame (1d6) 6/day Spells Known (CL 2nd, +5 concentration) 0 – light, mending, guidance, resistance, detect magic, mage hand, ghost sound 1 (5/day)– bless, burning hands, cure light wounds, protection from evil Mystery flames -Statistics------------------------------ Str 11, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 15+2 Base Atk +1; CMB +1; CMD 13 Feats Improved Initiative, Cosmopolitan Skills Acrobatics +7, Diplomacy +8, Knowledge (arcana)* +6, Knowledge (history) +7, Knowledge (nobility) +7, Knowledge (planes) +7, Knowledge (religion) +7, Perception* +6, Sense Motive +5, Spellcraft +6 All skills listed are class skills. Traits Ustalavic Noble, Inspired by Greatness (bless) Languages Common, Varisian, Elven, Draconic, Osiriani, Infernal Gear ~ Special Abilities oracle’s curse (haunted), revelation (touch of flame) Gear; Gold, consumables, items:
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1st - 0 remaining out of 5 Touch of Flame - 0 remaining out of 5 Background:
Walter was born to the Vheist family, a noble house that sprung up after the census of Ustalav that was taken by the famous Ilmhost Vheist. Born small and weak to a sickly mother, Walter's life expectancy was very short-- but, somehow, he pulled through. Kept close by his lovingly overprotective mother, who could not leave the family estate due to her own illness, Walter became introverted and shy, yet infinitely curious of the world outside his home's walls. He spent ages locked away in the family library, eating up books with his voracious imagination. Just after his tenth birthday, Walter began to hear what he could only describe as "voices in my head," a thought that sent chills through his mother's spine and brought images of the lunatic Conwrest Muralt of Odranto. Faking her son's decline into the same illness that she felt would soon claim her life, Walter's mother kept him locked away within House Vheist even into his adolescence-- an adolescence he spent speaking to himself in empty rooms. His father, a severe man named Vimric, had other plans. The Vheist family had long been one of the smallest and least powerful, a sore spot in the family's history as being the one to resurrect the principality itself. A long, abusive life at the hands of the family had molded Vimric into a cold and uncaring man, despite his best efforts to distance himself. His wife's long illness had cast a cloud over him, their happy marriage and youth far behind them, and with his only son going mad from fever, Vimric knew he only had one choice-- he had to ascend. Walter's mother was the only victim of Vimric's coup. Poisoned in the night, she died twisted in her bedsheets and was found by Walter. His father came when he screamed, acted the part of the grieving husband, but Walter could see-- he could hear his father's thoughts, see the blackness in his heart. Walter knew then that the voices he heard weren't his imagination, weren't him going mad, but the voices of the city of Caliphas all around him, a whole world breathing loud into his ear. Walter's anger smoldered before catching fire. He knew his father had done it, but did not have proof. He doubted himself, and considered that he had slipped into true insanity. But the night of his mother's funeral, he confronted his father, demanded to know what he had done, offered all of the evidence he could muster. Vimric laughed and asked him if the court of Caliphas would listen to him-- an insane, rambling recluse of a boy-- or to the head of the House of Vheist? His admittance to the betrayal brought Walter over the edge, and Walter saw then the fire boil out from under his skin, felt the tug and pull of air and fire all around him. He lashed out with it, striking his father and burning him across the face, exerting the whole of his power in an enormous explosion of heat and smoke. When the smoke cleared, House Vheist had almost burnt to the ground, and Walter's father was permanently scarred by the event. Walter was blamed for lighting the fire, cast out into the open and revealed to be struck by insanity before being locked away in the Havenguard Lunatic Asylum so he could not hurt anyone again. But his confusion, self-doubt, grief and self-hatred boiled over nightly, bringing the fire again and again. It was then that Professor Lorrimor came to him, summoned by the head physician and founder of the institute to investigate what he believed to be the possession of a young boy by a demon. Lorrimor, skeptical, investigated and found nothing but a scared child. His famous curiosity piqued, Lorrimor stayed at the Asylum for many weeks, speaking to Walter, asking him questions, trying to discover where this boy had come from and what power he held in his hands. He spoke to others in his network of allies-- sorcerers, arcanists, even a man Lorrimor claimed to be descended of a red dragon, but none could truly offer insight into what Walter was experiencing. Walter, in his efforts to aid the professor, admitted to the voices, told him what he could see and what he could hear and showed him his power, showed him the fire he could hold in his hands. Instead of his mother's terror, Professor Lorrimor only held amazement. It wasn't long until the aging Professor convinced the orderlies to discretely release Walter into his custody. Walter spent a summer with Lorrimor within the city of Lepidstadt, eating up the libraries, studies and secrets of the college city by day as the Professor taught at the school, and training to control his gifts by night. With time, Walter learned to control the voices, to push them to the back of his mind, to try not to hear. When Lorrimor decided to leave Lepidstadt for Ravengro in the south, he arranged for the blooming Walter to board with the Bresrin family. Over the next three years, Walter did not see Lorrimor again, but was treated to long, rambling letters sent by his former mentor and delivered by his daughter, Kendra, who studied at the college. Though young, he was able to use Lorrimor's referral to allow himself to take classes at the college-- classes that Walter found invigorating, even at their most difficult. When Walter received his invitation to the Professor's funeral, he knew right away that he had to go-- if at all, to say goodbye to a man who had saved him from the brink of insanity. |