BULLSHIT
That is complete bullshit. I quit. Can't an NPC quit? PCs quit games all the time in the middle. They killed me.
BCDM KILLED ME. THAT IS COMPLETE CRAP.
I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THE SMARMY LITTLE DESCENTINTODEPTHS BS. THEY HAVE THE UTTER WORST DM. I'd like to make a citizen's arrest of their DM for being completely retarded. No, I'm sorry, strike that from the record, that gives retarded people a bad name. BCDMM, actually why don't you get yourselves a DM with Down syndrome? He'd be much much better than the ignorant, rules-fudging, cheesy-ass dork you currently have. God. GOD.
So this is great. Now what? Well I'm dead, readers, so don't expect me to post a lot. No no, I'm not in hell. Please, I was a good man, a FAMILY man, a PRODUCTIVE man. I was trying to save the world for crying out loud! And speaking of crying, I just want to make it clear that I didn't cry. The DM said I cried but I didn't. He's just a big liar. I said all that other stuff though. Oh, and Marivhon? Sorry to break your fragile heart, but I'm not really your dad. Like I'd have you as a son. I just said that to buy some time while Cinder touched himself and asked a zombie for advice. God, if you were my son I'd just abort. You know, just try again. ABORT MISSION. Yes I mean that dear readers. I'm not a vocal advocate of abortion as you may know, but I would definitely take exception if Marivhon would be the outcome. And whoever Marivhon's real father is, I'm sorry, you must be so ashamed of your retarded baby.
Well, readers, the afterlife is sort of like a giant airport. There are a lot of people just sort of wandering around down here. Did the God of Death just quit or something? It seems awfully disorganized. I'm here at a coffee shop using their computer. I bet you thought I was going to say 'I was at a Starbucks' and make a joke that those Starbucks shops are everywhere these days. But nope, it's not a Starbucks, it's called 'Coffee Chateau'. (I never heard of it either.)
But it seems that this is the only computer with internet access around, so there were about thirty other dead people waiting in line. And it's just slow, I'm actually using a modem with 2400 bps. 2400 bps. I died and went to 1987.
Well, I was murdered. That's that. It was unfair and the DM and the PCs are cheaters, but there's no point in whining about it because THEY SUCK anyway. So, sorry everyone, but you'll just have to find someone else to take care of the Knights of Armek. At least the Church of Grisbane is making owlbears, but you know what? I really don't care. I'M DEAD. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LIVING ANYMORE.
It looks like my 30 minutes is almost up, so I need to sign off. I'll try to post if anything interesting happens, or at least let you know what the rest of the underworld is like, my friends in the 'blogosphere'.
GV.
BCDM KILLED ME. THAT IS COMPLETE CRAP.
I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THE SMARMY LITTLE DESCENTINTODEPTHS BS. THEY HAVE THE UTTER WORST DM. I'd like to make a citizen's arrest of their DM for being completely retarded. No, I'm sorry, strike that from the record, that gives retarded people a bad name. BCDMM, actually why don't you get yourselves a DM with Down syndrome? He'd be much much better than the ignorant, rules-fudging, cheesy-ass dork you currently have. God. GOD.
So this is great. Now what? Well I'm dead, readers, so don't expect me to post a lot. No no, I'm not in hell. Please, I was a good man, a FAMILY man, a PRODUCTIVE man. I was trying to save the world for crying out loud! And speaking of crying, I just want to make it clear that I didn't cry. The DM said I cried but I didn't. He's just a big liar. I said all that other stuff though. Oh, and Marivhon? Sorry to break your fragile heart, but I'm not really your dad. Like I'd have you as a son. I just said that to buy some time while Cinder touched himself and asked a zombie for advice. God, if you were my son I'd just abort. You know, just try again. ABORT MISSION. Yes I mean that dear readers. I'm not a vocal advocate of abortion as you may know, but I would definitely take exception if Marivhon would be the outcome. And whoever Marivhon's real father is, I'm sorry, you must be so ashamed of your retarded baby.
Well, readers, the afterlife is sort of like a giant airport. There are a lot of people just sort of wandering around down here. Did the God of Death just quit or something? It seems awfully disorganized. I'm here at a coffee shop using their computer. I bet you thought I was going to say 'I was at a Starbucks' and make a joke that those Starbucks shops are everywhere these days. But nope, it's not a Starbucks, it's called 'Coffee Chateau'. (I never heard of it either.)
But it seems that this is the only computer with internet access around, so there were about thirty other dead people waiting in line. And it's just slow, I'm actually using a modem with 2400 bps. 2400 bps. I died and went to 1987.
Well, I was murdered. That's that. It was unfair and the DM and the PCs are cheaters, but there's no point in whining about it because THEY SUCK anyway. So, sorry everyone, but you'll just have to find someone else to take care of the Knights of Armek. At least the Church of Grisbane is making owlbears, but you know what? I really don't care. I'M DEAD. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LIVING ANYMORE.
It looks like my 30 minutes is almost up, so I need to sign off. I'll try to post if anything interesting happens, or at least let you know what the rest of the underworld is like, my friends in the 'blogosphere'.
GV.
posted by Master Gregory Vrill at 4:12 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks for the magic items.
Well this is just great. I'm DEAD and yet I'm still getting shit from you guys. Can't you go murder someone else now? I mean, you killed some dogs, some unicorns, a child, a nun and a paladin, and now a good wizard trying to save the world. What's next on your list? Santa Claus? Gonna go murder him? I'm sure there are some babies you could stab. Or senior citizens.
You've done enough. Stop. No, really- please stop.
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