Yeah, the hockey team. I always tell everyone UND has one hell of a legal department but they never like the joke.
I can understand why hockey is popular, the only sport you can play 9 months out of the year.
Hell I play 12 months out of the year down here in the Cities. Indoor ice rocks.:)
Contributor, RPG Superstar 2012
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My body parts have been deemed legal tender for some reason. :SHowdy, Mac!BADGAH!!!!!!!!
So what's this about using you for currency???
*slices off the badger's arm*
Sorry, I'll pay for it!
*hands the badger back his arm*
There, all paid for!
But now I need duck tape. [/whine]
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But now I need duck tape. [/whine]My body parts have been deemed legal tender for some reason. :SHowdy, Mac!BADGAH!!!!!!!!
So what's this about using you for currency???
*slices off the badger's arm*
Sorry, I'll pay for it!
*hands the badger back his arm*
There, all paid for!
Well, if you're going to complain about it, just give the arm to me.
Ingrate.
Pengooinz iz practically chickens...
Mac: Of course! You must be available to do those jokes when Uri is off duty.
Hey, I want to be sure I have everybody straight. Raistlin is SP's friend? And Nathan is...
PS I was surprised that the Jacobs story thread went nowhere. I thought my singing might have inspired it to take off. Waah.
Nathan's just.... (you fill it in)
On-Base internet is horrifying.
PS I was surprised that the Jacobs story thread went nowhere. I thought my singing might have inspired it to take off. Waah.
This came up in the chat a while back, but I still think it's a good idea. "We Be Goblins" is coming out for Free RPG Day, and I'm hoping to run a couple of sessions of it at my local FLGS. I couldn't help but think that it'd be nice to have a recording of the Goblin Song to play at some point, and then it occurred to me that if the Paizo staff really wanted to promote it, they'd all get together and record them singing it, and then post it on the site for download! *grin*
Nathan's just.... (you fill it in)
On-Base internet is horrifying.
You will go down as "The four dot guy" until further information/experience is forthcoming.
You will go down as "The four dot guy" until further information/experience is forthcoming.Nathan's just.... (you fill it in)
On-Base internet is horrifying.
Well what would you like to know? I'll post an introductory post first thing in the morning.
afternoon all
Heh.
Sure, do it, four dot guy! Inquiring minds and all that.
Also, profiles are pretty cool. I did remind myself that your Sebastian's press agent. You came on about the same time as my henchman, but that guy kind of disappeared... or maybe I just didn't get his letter of resignation.
afternoon all
Afternoon, Woody. I'm going to try to squeeze in a quick nap before my evening duties begin.
Don't mind Mairkurion's crusty exterior. Beneath all that, he's...uh...um...
(Somebody help)
...blunt. Because that's how we roll, yo.
{twirls 'stasche}
Don't mind Mairkurion's crusty exterior. Beneath all that, he's...uh...um...
(Somebody help)
vegetarian? vegan? biodegradable? Au-natural? blossoming? chewy?
Oh that's right, I only did the profile for my Mrs. Fishy alias.
Any story worth telling takes some time, so here goes....
A brief summary of Nathan Gordon Blackmer, Age 27, Caucasian Male.
I was born in a little town called Londonderry, in southern Vermont. My father was a hippy, my mother was a drug addict/biker. Clearly niether was ideally suited for parenting, so I and my older sister were raised mostly by my grandparents. He'd been a farmer, then a mechanic, then a laborer. She was more or less married off at a young age to him, and luckily things worked out.
We're of Irish, German, and Franch Canadian Indian Stock. I grew up poor (we were trailer trash) but thanks to my fathers influence I was fascinated with reading and with video games.
I remember being too little to actually read, and I always looked at two books in particular - a book on dinosaurs and this odd hardbound book with a picture with trees, a centaur and a red dragon standing on the grass, and below ground an enormous purple worm fighting with a bunch of tiny people. I took the book to school with me, and (previously having a difficult time learning to read) the teachers were quick to jump on it. So it was that I learned to read off the old monster manual.
It wasn't much longer (maybe the third grade?) that my pestering convinced my parents to pick me up a Dungeons and Dragons Starter Set.
I grew up doing combat sports. I spent a great deal of time boxing, doing tae kwon do and Savate. When I started high school a friend got me into fencing, starting a new life long addiction.
I'll try to fast forward a bit, I'm sure it's dragging on;
I went to high school for one girl, and left for another.
I moved home after things didn't work out, moved away with another girl, and became a licensed Massage Therapist.
Things weren't working out, so in a sudden burst of...(patriotism?) I moved home for a few months while waiting for my chance to join the Air Force.
I got through basic, and was assigned to Maxwell Air Force Base. I took pitty on a young girl who's family was near Maxwell and traded her for Grand Forks ND.
Three weeks after arriving in Grand Forks I was diagnosed with cancer. Three years later I kicked it's ass.
Along the way, a girl that I play Pathfinder with introduced me to my fiance, who I convinced to throw caution to the wind and move cross country and transfer schools to be with me. She's got brown hair past her shapely rear, she's a percussionist music major with a smooth, jazzy voice. She's incredible.
Those are the cliff's notes.
I like Fantasy, Science Fiction. I'm a big Marvel Comics fan. I love lightning storms, fighting, and singing at the top of my lungs (a fate worse then death, I'm not much of a singer). I'm happy go lucky. I'm a centrist politically, but a little more left leaning then not.
If there's anything else you want to know, ask. I'm an open book. That's why I use my real name for my handle.
Oh, I had my ass kicked by an automated bathroom when I was 15 or 16. It's a good story, but it takes a bit and I'm running out of time right now.
I'm actually cake.
*blink*
Blergh. Sick monkey is sick
Every time the weather flip-flops at the equinoxes. Blerg
*blink*
ACHOOOOO
*THUD*
owwwwwwwwwwwwww
*blink*
I'm actually cake.
I thought you were a sockpuppet.
I'm actually cake.I thought you were a sockpuppet.
You got a problem with puppets, bub?
Don't mind Mairkurion's crusty exterior. Beneath all that, he's...uh...um...
(Somebody help)
...blunt. Because that's how we roll, yo.
{twirls 'stasche}
Hellz yeah! Ask and ye shall receive, bros.
And receive we did. I just got up and have to run to the Cathedral, but when I come back tonight, I will post a complete response, critique, evaluation, and meditation on this goodly text what Nathan hath wrought.
Ahem.
QUACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*click* *click* *BOOM!*
Oof. What a day. Not sure if I'll get through all 200+ posts since the last time I looked, but I hope y'all are doing well.
I'm heroically resisting the urge to walk down to the corner store for a pack of cigarettes, and I haven't had that kind of urge in the middle of the week since January.
Anybody wanna offer up some good distractions? :)
Ahem.
QUACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're handsome. Almost as handsome as a dwarf.
One day, I'm going to have false cake as the centerpiece of a dungeon trap. Maybe a mimic, or an illusion, or something....I'm actually cake.Then you must be a lie.80
BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+1! I'm going to use this idea for the nephews' weekend game. They're going into a fey mound.
*click*
** spoiler omitted **
It should!
Any story worth telling takes some time, so here goes....
A brief summary of Nathan Gordon Blackmer, Age 27, Caucasian Male.
I think I will have some cod for dinner tonight.
I was born in a little town called Londonderry, in southern Vermont.
Huzzah for anything having to do with Northern Ireland! I've never been to Vermont, except for in a Bing Cosby/Danny Kaye movie. Is it really like that?
My father was a hippy, my mother was a drug addict/biker.
Wow.
Clearly n[ei]ther was ideally suited for parenting, so I and my older sister were raised mostly by my grandparents. He'd been a farmer, then a mechanic, then a laborer. She was more or less married off at a young age to him, and luckily things worked out.
Sounds like it was for the best. I think people who were raised by older parents or grandparents in this day and age are probably pretty fortunate.
We're of Irish, German, and Fr[e]nch Canadian Indian Stock. I grew up poor (we were trailer trash) but thanks to my fathers influence I was fascinated with reading and with video games.
NGB is Heinz 57, all-American. The nos- ur, inquiring reader notes that NGB's father was, happily, still a part of his life, but is left wanting to know more about the books in question.
I remember being too little to actually read, and I always looked at two books in particular - a book on dinosaurs and this odd hardbound book with a picture with trees, a centaur and a red dragon standing on the grass, and below ground an enormous purple worm fighting with a bunch of tiny people. I took the book to school with me, and (previously having a difficult time learning to read) the teachers were quick to jump on it. So it was that I learned to read off the old monster manual.
Emphasis: Mairkurion. Cool, cool, cool! This foreshadows great things, including perhaps his attraction to Bella Sara ponies. Was the MM a part of NGB's patrimony?
It wasn't much longer (maybe the third grade?) that my pestering convinced my parents to pick me up a Dungeons and Dragons Starter Set.
Which set? The red Metzer set, I'm guessing based on age.
I grew up doing combat sports. I spent a great deal of time boxing, doing tae kwon do and Savate. When I started high school a friend got me into fencing, starting a new life long addiction.
More cool stuff.
I'll try to fast forward a bit, I'm sure it's dragging on;
Here it is likely the author has gotten lazy. Note: Watch out for more signs of laziness that lead to haste or other strategies in the future.
I went to high school for one girl, and left for another.
Dude. I wish I had no idea what you were talking about. Nor that I had to admit that I continued this trend when I followed a gal to Princeton for her PhD.
I moved home after things didn't work out, moved away with another girl, and became a licensed Massage Therapist.
The mistake here is clear: find a girl who is a licensed MT.
Things weren't working out, so in a sudden burst of...(patriotism?) I moved home for a few months while waiting for my chance to join the Air Force.
Hmm...impulsive?
I got through basic, and was assigned to Maxwell Air Force Base. I took pit[t]y on a young girl who's family was near Maxwell and traded her for Grand Forks ND.
This part of the narrative needs to be greatly expanded. Any young man who acquired a young girl and traded her for an entire town surely stands in our respect, and has much to teach us. The role of pity in this episode is also unclear.
Three weeks after arriving in Grand Forks I was diagnosed with cancer. Three years later I kicked it's ass.
I freakin' hate cancer. Glad you're still with us.
Along the way, a girl that I play Pathfinder with introduced me to my fiance, who I convinced to throw caution to the wind and move cross country and transfer schools to be with me. She's got brown hair past her shapely rear, she's a percussionist music major with a smooth, jazzy voice. She's incredible.
Good, make the woman do the work this time. ::Puts on his running shoes::
Those are the cliff's notes.
Who is this Cliff, and what role did he play in NGB's life other than amanuensis?
I like Fantasy, Science Fiction. I'm a big Marvel Comics fan. More details!
I love lightning storms, fighting, and singing at the top of my lungs (a fate worse then death, I'm not much of a singer). I'm happy go lucky. I'm a centrist politically, but a little more left leaning then not.
Dude, this isn't the personals.
If there's anything else you want to know, ask. I'm an open book.
[smaller] For what reasons do you think Mythopoeic Rambling is the most interesting blog ever?
That's why I use my real name for my handle.
Better than using one's mustache for said purpose.
Oh, I had my ass kicked by an automated bathroom when I was 15 or 16. It's a good story, but it takes a bit and I'm running out of time right now.
Good, you left us wanting more. Work this story into a zany thread at some point.
Heh-heh. Thanks for being so obliging and tolerant, Nathan, and welcome to Fawtlyland.
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PMG: There's some wacky things going on with font sizes in this post that resist fixing.