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([personal profile] pfloyd Aug. 6th, 2004 08:56 am)
For once, I'm having a reasonable breakfast. Normally, I'll get toast and sausage or bacon. I know, not exactly substantial. Sometimes I'll go get one or two donuts from Honey Dew (which just happens to be right at the end of the Gentex driveway).
Today, I've got a grilled bagel with cream cheese, sausage, and *gasp* some fruit! My body won't know what hit it!

Hopefully today will go by quickly and without drama. We're cleaning up the MIS area today, so I don't think that it will be a big deal.

My friend's Battletech email game is shaping up. We should be starting soon.
Started playing Diablo II again, online. If anyone is interested, I'll keep the pfloyd23 game open with no password. My paladin's 8th level right now, still in Act I.

Nothing else new to report at this time.
Semper Fi. Carry on.

From: [identity profile] 7threality.livejournal.com

before you get too far


I don't know if Daryl mentioned it to you, but make sure your character isn't a ladder character (it is by default). Ladder and non-ladder characters can't mix.

I couldn't get the assassin stuff on the character that I was in act 3 with that he picked up for me. Speaking of which, if you happen to see any good stuff, like the assassin armor set (nadarya's or something like that, starts with an na anyway) it would be appreciated.

I can hold stuff for you if you tell me your class too.

From: [identity profile] lawful-evil.livejournal.com


Priorities... You gotta have priorities... What about my StarWars email game?

From: [identity profile] pfloyd.livejournal.com


Dammit, I keep forgetting about that...
Where am I, outside some seedy spacer's bar? My choices are to pass it up or go in and leave all my kit outside with a bouncer of dubious character... hmmm...
My guess... I'll leave my kit there with the guy, head in, order up something that's not too alcoholic, and keep my ears open for any possibility of work.

From: [identity profile] lawful-evil.livejournal.com


This is what I sent before...

You are Fulgar Yaalto. You just completed your mandatory term of service in the planetary defense forces of the 5th planet in the Mulno system. Your training and experience included a wide range of skills most of which you only used in basic training. You were the explosive man for the unit. You carried the explosives and were trained to deploy and recover explosive devices. You were also trained in battlefield strategy, though it focused mostly on how explosives could be used to control the field. How to trap the choke points, which bridges were not needed, etc. You learned a little about piloting and astrogation, but again, the focus was on using explosives to destroy
ships, etc. As with anyone in military service you learned a good bit about intimidation, bluffing, and gambling.

You have been permitted to retain the Blaster Rifle, Blaster Pistol and light body armor you used during your term of service. You have 500 credits in your pocket and a galaxy of opportunities available.

You realize that 500 credits isn't going to last you long so you begin hitting local bars. You hit one bar each night and ask around where someone with your talents can find work.

By the third night you've received a couple tips on a seedy bar on the outskirts which mercs for hire tend to hang out in. Ah, third time was the charm. You make plans to head there on the fourth night.

You arrive at this place a little before midnight and the surrounding area is packed with landspeeder, scooters, and air cars. The bar itself is a freestanding building two stories tall and probably at least 2000 square meters per floor.

As you approach the steps you notice a sign outside which reads "No Explosives, No Rifles, No Exceptions"

In contrast, on the other side of the door is another sign which reads, "No Blaster, No Credits, No Service"

Sitting on the steps up to the door is a huge alien. This guys is almost totally round and must weigh 300 kilos. As you walk up, he looks up at you and says in a strange accent, "Watch yourself in there." With that he continue to smoke something, with a sweet fragrent odor.

What do you want to do? What is your approach?
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