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Prehistoric vampire "fish" - all too Lovecraftian, all too real, and if the veteran gourmands of Europe are to be any judge, DEE-LICIOUS! Attention, residents of North America's Great Lakes region: quit complaining about how "these invasive pests have no natural enemies" and BE the natural predators you were bred to be, for the gods' sakes! "*sucksucksucksuck*-OMNOMNOMOHJAYOUBETCHANOMNOMNOM!!!"
The next poster can dance if ith wants to, and can leave YOUR friends behind; because YOUR friends don't dance, and if they don't dance, then they're no friends of iths!
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Well, back in the day when we were off our heads on various intoxicants (Come on, with a start like that you know this story can't end well) we came across a crashed spaceship and a bunch of dead aliens... or was it a crashed VW Combi? anyway, there were a whole bunch of dead aliens, or possibly hippies, and we thought: 'You know what? these guys deserve a proper burial.' Anyway, this was in the area of highway 51 so we decided to call it 'area 51', and the name stuck. At least, I think that's what happened. We were off our heads at the time so it's hard to be sure.
The next poster was with me on that fateful day.
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You saved all our lives, man. BLEEPBLORPLIVELONGANDPRO - I mean, thanks so much.
Lot 1,867, then: the next poster in pieces. Some of you may remember the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies, gentlemen, and otherkin, that this is the very poster who figures in that famous disaster. Our laboratories have repaired ith and wired parts of ith for the new electric light (you know, the more energy-efficient ones?). Perhaps me may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination? Gentlemen!
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I just read a story of someone roleplaying 4th edition!
The next poster loves elves and never wants anything bad to happen to them.
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If you wish to roleplay in your bedroom, your biggest concern will be: Where do we roll our dice? Your nightstand and desk, if you have those, will likely be too small and/or cluttered, and certainly will not be in a good place for everyone in your group to reach, and unless you are an abuse victim or fakir, your bed is far too soft (and if you are a fakir, your bed of nails will probably just guarantee all rolls wind up cocked). I suggest the floor. Tear out your carpeting so that everyone has a smooth, hard, and equally accessible surface on which to roll dice - that or a good, sturdy, large but portable game board, maybe even a roulette wheel (if you have one) for d20 and percentile rolls. If you do this, be sure also to close your closet door and cover any floor vents so you don't lose runaway dice!
The next poster has really good and innovative advice for the new president of Egypt.
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The next poster is destined to play a key role in fulfilling the seemingly far-fetched ambitions of the Mexica Movement.
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