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I roll Sense Motive for a few things to discern info about the shifty folks int he kings court (With a +32 bonus) THREE OUT OF FOUR ROLLS: CRITICAL FAILURE This is why I loathe an 'always fail' result on a one. It's just bad design. I also hjate when I'm basically forced to go incompetent at what I'm supposed to be good at.. especially starting an adventure off. Nothing ruins an image of a character for me so much as abject failure out of the gate. You should get a chance to be awesome and come to grips with your abilities before you start failing this badly. | |||
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I have been waiting about 3 FRUITING WEEKS FOR A GAME TO START. The guy had all build ooh ooh lets do this SANDBOX EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE REAAAAAAALLLLY GOOOOOOD! 2 Weeks later..... WHAT THE FRUTING CHESTNUTS IS THIS Posts=2 1 Week Later.... FRUTIN POST! Today.... FRUIT IT, I'M NOT GONNA WAIT THIS FRUITING LONG FOR A FRUITING GAME. GMS POST FOR FRUITIN ONCE /end vent/fin | |||
week 1 - crickets week 2 - more crickets week 3 - cricket descendants week 4 - grasshoppers who unearth the remains of a once-great cricket civilzation week 5 - SPLAT! nobody, not even crickets returning messages or rmails, couldn't purge/delete the game, but I could delete EVERY post in it and turn off the 'looking for players' tag week 6 - see preamble to week 1 with a different game MERRY FRUITING CHRISTMAS you gotta be pretty FRUITING LAZY to not at least post "I'm leaving or IRL issues havwe forced me away"... disrespectful, entitlement minded, instant gratification seeking, intellectually stunted PLAYERS are why games die, NOT the GMs! This message was last edited by the user at 17:38, Sat 08 Dec 2012. | |||
To the Home Depot employee working the Christmas deco departement, Thank you for laughing in my face when I asked a perfectly legitimate question about your Christmas Lights inventory and thank you for continuing to laugh loudly with your co-workers after I walked away into another aisle. Also, let's not forget your hilarious joke to my dad when you looked him in the eye and told him that a box of musical LED lights cost $50 when it really cost $15. Thanks a bunch, you really know how to spread the holiday cheer. Sincerly, Me. P.S.: YOU'RE A FRUTING RASPBERRY AND I HOPE YOU GET FIRED. I HATE PEOPLE. ARRGH!!! /vent | |||
I spent my entire weekend cleaning VENTS my chimney was plugged and it was getting smokey so i had to take it all apart and clean it out and then clean all my VENTS i was so filthy and sore and smelly when i was done. my god I hate vents /vent | |||
Same immature players (not by age, unless LYING) like to 'dino-hide' when attacked, I have to blame absentee GMs for allowing such god-modding in a 'no god-modding' game... WHY have the rule, if you won't enforce it??? gaaaraaarghhhh, it has made me incoherent while I'm at it, how about an 'adult' game that DOESN'T turn into a smut-fest??? | |||
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Ugh... I hate having to be the go-between between an argumentative person, and overly-sensitive one. It's one thing when you want to discuss Sensitive Topics and everyone in the room says '; no thank you', then you storm out. It's another entirely to thin go and complain to the world on your publicTumblr about us and post a three page rant about how people who don't like to debate sensitive topics are being 'irresponsible'. X_x; *back to emotional damage control* | |||
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Joy!: Company replaces entire shipment at no cost, because they are AWESOME. Lesson Learned: Send everything to my office. Call senders of other shipments in route to adjust delivery locations. VENT: Go through all that trouble to make sure nothing gets stolen from my porch, AND THE (EXPLETIVES) BREAK INTO MY (EXPLETIVE) HOUSE. >< Yeah. Merry (Expletive) Christmas to you too, (expletive). | |||
Plus side, I can call out of work and thereby earn some much needed mental health, too. Minus side, I will be sniped at for calling out of work. But then, I was getting sniped at for showing up and not being able to do what two other more experienced workers were not able to do either...sigh. And what is it about me that inspires management to constantly assign me janitorial duties ? Am I the only one who knows how to mop ? Christmas want: A job that isn't the one from the deep dark pit with Satan as my boss. | |||
Me, later: Yay! Found a GM and they approved the race. Me, even later: There's nobody in the party that can fix me if I get hurt... >_> Me, now: Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to re-roll I go. | |||
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This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was moot, at 00:47, Thu 20 Dec 2012. | |||
Literally, they cleared right up to the property line, maybe a couple of feet beyond it...and then stopped. That left about 100' of sidewalk buried in snow that people had to stomp through. Someone else came over and cleared a walkway from the apartment next to mine out to the street (pretty sure I know who was behind it, as the next-door apartment is occupied by an elderly woman whose son lives in the neighborhood...)--but despite the fact that two of the three other apartments are occupied by people whose physical condition is not conducive to snow shoveling, there was no hint of trying to do any snow removal for them. And here I am, with an injured shoulder...I don't know if it's bursitis, arthritis, or a torn/otherwise damaged rotator cuff...and I spent three+ hours shoveling snow tonight, before the pain got to the point where I couldn't swing a shovel anymore. I even tried going to the store and buying a snowblower...the only one that was remotely close to being big enough to do the job, while still being in my price range, turned out to have been assembled wrong, somewhere along the line, because you could pick the whole thing up by the starter pull-cord...the motor would NOT turn beyond that point. And because I bought it on a debit card, and they refunded my purchase as a credit card, those funds won't be back in my account for a day or three, which means I can't go to another store with a similar machine and buy it, because there's not enough money in my bank account. I've lived here almost a decade. This is the first time, in that entire time, where I've been unable, physically, to finish clearing the snow. It's not even a case of being too tired...I had plenty of energy left. I just literally felt like my shoulder kept slipping half-way out of socket, and it finally got to the point where I couldn't lift the shovel anymore. I haven't felt this...defeated, I guess, is the best description for it...in a long time, if ever. | |||
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So, I did it. Replaced the whole works, because there were a couple of other things in the tank that were having issues, as well. Got done, got everything gathered up, turned the water back on, and... Nothing. While the fill valve may have been faulty, it is apparently not the only reason the tank's been slow to fill. I even disconnected the supply line from the toilet and tried turning the water on again, just to be sure. There was exactly no change whatsoever between the tiny trickle that came out when the valve was supposedly completely closed, and the tiny trickle that came out when the valve was theoretically wide open. It's a weekend. And a holiday. And my landlord already whines like a baby when you call a plumber during normal business hours. So, I've gotta decide whether I would rather listen to the landlord kvetch about an emergency call to the plumber, or if I'd prefer to work around it and manually refill the tank after each flush. I was having a really awesome holiday, up until I got back home yesterday. It's spiralling downhill very quickly, however... | |||
Zephydel: Thanks. I was not sure if the combination would actually work. Idiot: But I am not going let your poorly-equipped, low-level character beat my well-equipped, high-level character. Game: Idiot bought Power Satanic Scroll from the Real-Cash Store. Idiot bought Score Breaker Scroll from Real-Cash Store. Idiot: Eat this! Zephydel: Hey! We agreed that we will not buy items in the Real-Cash Store during our match. Idiot: Too late! How do you like my character now! Game: Zephydel Defeated, Zephydel Rank Down. Idiot: Another epic win for me! You should not have challenged an elite player like me. Zephydel: You even used Score Breaker Scroll on me... That's low dude... Idiot: Low? Ha! You should look at the level and equips of your character. Zephydel: I hope you feel good about yourself... What a waste of money... This message was last edited by the user at 13:31, Mon 31 Dec 2012. | |||
--The apartment manager was supposed to stop by today, with an appraiser...they're refinancing the complex, they need an appraisal. And they're also supposed to verify, twice a year, that the smoke alarms are functional and have batteries in them. They were, originally, supposed to check that back when we changed over from Daylight Savings time...but they never showed. So, early afternoon (like, an hour before the manager told me to expect them), the doorbell rings. It's the appraiser...without the manager. I've been cleaning (thank goodness, I at least got the bird's feathers vacuumed up before he got here...but hadn't had a chance to start in on the bathroom yet). The appraisal was quick and relatively painless...but included photos of my bathroom (a total mess), my kitchen (still needing a lot of work, but not a complete disaster), my bedroom (with my bed covered with boxes that I'm shuffling from storage place to storage place), and front room (cluttered, but not horrendous). I'm just waiting for the landlord to see the pictures (hopefully, they won't, or they'll have a conniption about the state of the place, but they might). Been waiting all afternoon for the manager to show up and finish the smoke alarm inspection (which is needless...I keep good batteries in them...but fer cryin' out, if you're REQUIRED by your insurance to check the alarms, and you've scheduled a time to check them--especially when you apologized for not making it the FIRST time you scheduled something--then show up...or at least make a phone call. --Second issue: I'm making some prosthetic pieces for a video shoot some friends are doing this weekend. I've got the prosthetic molded, ready to cast...and I can't find the remaining quantity of plaster that I KNOW I had left over from my last round. Okay...not a huge crisis...I wanted to go to a store tonight and pick up some stuff, anyway...but, unfortunately, the only store I can find that carries the substitute stuff I like to use when I can't get 'prosthetic-grade' plaster does NOT carry the other stuff I needed. And the stores that carry the other stuff do not carry the plaster. So, after I finish venting my spleen over this particular setback, I have to spend an hour or so running errands, when I'd already be done with the casting work if I'd just been able to find the ultracal (plaster) in the first place... Yeah, I know. Neither one of them are critical, life-or-death issues. Still doesn't keep me from being annoyed about them! | |||
Woke up at 5pm feeling moderately better, but I really need to try and prevent this cold from returning fully again. *sips hot coffee* | |||
Appearently I really wanted to gain 30 lbs for xmas now i look bigger then ever :( I got the muscle with fat over it... | |||
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