"I can already tell I shall have to come back here a third time. When the multiverse is thrown into peril, that's where I must be. And I know it shall happen again. So long, everyone. And thank you so much for-to-playing my game!""I can already tell I shall have to come back here a third time. When the multiverse is thrown into peril, that's where I must be. And I know it shall happen again. So long, everyone. And thank you so much for-to-playing my game!"
I exit through a portal into a command center, readying myself for future conflicts.
Note, this occurs after all other posts I make. This is my exit.
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No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
N-now that this is over, uhh where is everyone? ((To clarify, if Hank did fly everyone to their home universes yet (i have no idea if you Twin are going to place that after the EoA4 post or not), i am stil on the ship, left there forgotten. For RP purposes.))
I... I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I get all of this. Where the thuds the Incarnate's footsteps? Was the Incoming Force also the Incarnate? I first thought it was Biumbra himself. I'm sorry, but could you please explain?
"Well I guess that's it? I'm not sure if I helped a lot but at least I can say I helped......a bit?"
I look at myself for a good minute, did I have a character plot of some sort? I literally just popped in to fight a giant alien queen and then before I knew it we had already defeated Godmodder Soul, confused, I close the game and go to rest.
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(Ire Attempts A Story That Will Probably Get Better in 3: Part One)
(I don't think I'm very GOOD at writing stories. Could I get some feedback? I believe that because I have things planned for DTG 3, everything will be better there. Much better.)
And with that, the war was over. Ire was distraught. Not because of the war, but mainly because he was starting to break down in a slightly apocalyptic fashion. Programs failing, insanity starting to take hold. There wasn't much left to do now. Sure, he could probably leave for distant worlds on the TARDIS, but he needed to get home. And then it hit him. Why not just ride the TARDIS back?
---
The TARDIS was already gone. Ire smashed his head on a well-placed wall a few times before beginning the standard portal-creating procedure. Like the Tabletopia portal, the LOCAA portal was accessed by launching two pieces of furntiture together; namely, chairs. After the quick creation of two stone chairs, Ire launched them together at high speeds, creating a portal back to LOCAA.
And then Ire got a free ride from the TARDIS. Whoops. Upon saying his goodbyes and performing a short walk, he was greeted with a common sight since Ikea's invasion; armies of Tabletop Soldiers trying to break into the one remaining citadel.
The battle was a massacre. Every single wooden soldier was torn right in two by Ire's wrath. And not with a weapon, just his natural manipulation of wood. The Chair Knights positioned on the walls watched in horror as the invading forces were torn right in two.
mahoganyMeister [mm] began pestering crankyCreeper [cc]
It was unknown which soldier gave the order to fire. Splinters rained down upon Ire, and only a quick switch of the Armistyx into a bunker was able to save him from the hellfire.
And then, just like that, Ire was deep beneath the citadel walls. He had to confront Spark and talk sense into him. He drilled through the earth with the Armistyx, dispatching soldiers that jumped into the hole after him with ease. Eventually, he drilled into a generic sewer dungeon, and made his way into the wooden citadel from there.
With a slow-motion door kick, Ire entered the throne room, only to be greeted by Spark and a robed figure.
cc: Sup.
mm: hello.ire.
cc: Now how about you get everyone to stop attempting to kill me?
Suddenly, the robed figure became aggressive, leaping towards Ire, with an Armistyx in hand. With his own Armistyx, Ire deflected the blow. A strife then ensued, similar weapons clashing.
cc: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM AUGH-
aa: GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK
cc: OH GOD WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM
aa: YOU STOLE IT YOU STOLE IT YOU STOLE IT
mm: i.don't.know.
mm: i'm.just.going.to.suggest.giving.it.back.
mm: his.soul.however.you.took.it
cc: I DIDN'T TAKE ANY SOULS HELP GET THIS GUY OFF ME
cc: HE IS REALLY GOOD WITH THAT ARMISTYX
aa: DON'T MAKE ME DON'T MAKE ME DON'T MAKE ME
The robed figure switches the Armistyx to A-Bomb scythe mode. Thinking quickly, Ire then smashes a window then jumps out. He plummets to the Courtyard, followed by the robed figure. The figure throws his Armistyx towards Ire, who traps it with his own Armistyx in Blast Shield Scythe Mode. The A-Bomb explodes, both Armistyx getting destroyed.
==On board the Omega-Class Destroyer, currently docked to the Twinmobile Docked to the TARDIS (I think?)==
"Well."
"What now?"
"Anyone want a pizza?"
==One Pizza Later==
"...Hang on, have we actually ACTUALLY taken care of the Binaries yet?"
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
Well, y'aughta bring him back, he's basically the only moral high ground in the franchise.
Ah, don't worry. I don't think I could play a psychopath even if I tried. Willow was originally going to be much darker and more violent, but I scrapped that idea. Even my supposed villain, Mikoto, would be considered far above average for morality, especially in DTG0. He was going to be kind of throw away, but then I played, of all games, Ori and the Blind Forest, and decided to make him into one of those villains I love, one who's justified.
Literally none of us have clean hands. Especially Wilson. Because he has no hands.
HEY! HE HAS PAWS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Which are... kinda like his hands. Wilson has directly killed a total of... 2 living things over the course of the game. He's killed a ton of mechanical and dream based things and wounded the Bleak though.
((Talist, make up your mind as to whether or not Wilson went with Eric when the TARDIS showed up on Blue's ship. I'm going to relegate it to noodle incident for the sake of time. I'd love it if Wilson joined the others on the IUPC Home planet though.
Huh? The TARDIS came? I... ... ... suppose it would be better for the sake of TvT... so... retcon time!
Wilson got up and stretched, still giggling even as his vision cleared. He wasn't on the HMAS ship anymore. Strange. Maybe someone moved him while he slept. Or he sleepwalked or maybe it was just a retcon. Whichever it was, he now recognized where he was, the TARDIS. He wandered his way towards where Eric and the others were. Looking up at Eric and Lothyra, he said,
He looked out at what is now his new home. Coming from a Minecraft based world, he couldn't help but notice how... smooth everything seemed. He leaps out of the TARDIS onto the grass or whatever grass like plant acted as a substitute. Ecstatic, he bounded through the grass, making a trail of golden light behind him that hung in the air before falling to the ground like a shower of diamonds.
Both halves of Amperzand log off, their burned and broken avatars fizzling into nothingness. No need for goodbyes. Communications are not cut off, and the dead are too many to grieve.
"Alright ladies! Thats it with the show! I am sad that i can't stay for an encore, but i will go on tour with my new show soon. Seeing forward to that. Farewell!"
Ryoner disconnected from GodCraft.
N-now that this is over, uhh where is everyone? ((To clarify, i am still on Twin's ship, not my home dimension, for RP purposes. You can contact me in-universe on the computer))
"Well I guess that's it? I'm not sure if I helped a lot but at least I can say I helped......a bit?"
I look at myself for a good minute, did I have a character plot of some sort? I literally just popped in to fight a giant alien queen and then before I knew it we had already defeated Godmodder Soul, confused, I close the game and go to rest.
To all of you, and to everyone else: you are currently unable to log out of Minecraft. The Conflict and Binaries have made the game become too corrupt for you to be able to. I should've mentioned that earlier.
I... I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I get all of this. Where the thuds the Incarnate's footsteps? Was the Incoming Force also the Incarnate? I first thought it was Biumbra himself. I'm sorry, but could you please explain?
/Null
There's a reason I left it ambiguous. I'll clear it up in the End of Act 4.
And... so then... About how long do we have for epilogs?
You have until I complete the End of Act 4 storypost. That will be in at least a week, but I'm not sure exactly when it will be up. I'll keep you all posted as I work on it.
"So, Binaries. Do you have any response to my words? Because I cannot tarry long. Anyone? Come on, they are really easy targets here!"
I'm not responding to anything anyone says right now. That time has passed for me. I'll probably make the Binaries informally talk to you at the End of Act 4.
A small convoy of unmarked black vans drives through the quiet streets of a New York City suburb. They stop at a street like any other, in front of a house unlike any other, mainly because of the paint job. Blue steps out of one of the vans, and looks at the house. Within a few minutes, a good couple dozen people are scrambling near the the front of the house, unloading a wide variety of construction materials.
Someone cast a damn spell before we get a horde of neighbors watching.
We only have a couple of hours before he returns, let's go!
A faint shimmer appears around the property, and construction begins in earnest as everyone basically drops their construction materials, and from the back of one of the vans pours out a dozen construction drones.
Feel free to leave now. Remember, the cover story is the construction company went under yesterday.
As quickly as they left, most of the crowd returns to the unmarked vans, and they drive off. The only ones remaining, besides Blue, are a few people in suits and sunglasses. Blue walks up to the front door of the house, and examines the lock briefly.
Alright, guys, prepare for the job. I'll be around until he gets here so he doesn't freak out too much.
She takes a step back, and quickly kicks the in the door.
I'm going to see if Build has any Earth food I can try.
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Earth Human-Amp wouldn't really care whether or not the game let his computer disconnect, he literally just incinerated the clandestine base he was using until Binary found him with the Tesseract's engines, and every computer in it.
If you really just can't leave, retconbot says he carried his least crappy laptop to the ship with him.
Aboard the Tardis;
H3's nearly-irrelevant avatarbot wakes back up yet again, having hidden in a corner for communications this time. It heads to the cargo bay to help unload crates, nuclear-powered utility bots being good at that sort of thing.
"I apologize for my repeated inactivity, Eric. I really would like to if not join the IUPC, certainly open a working relationship. For that matter, I'll need a place to stay while I repair the damage to myshipself from the War. Mind if I use this place's orbit?"
(Thanks Pionoplayer, forgot about the TARDIS deal)
On the TARDIS:
Maniac: Actually, Eric,... I'm going home. I'd like to go back to the NETHER. I don't need a portal, or anything.
In the Nether:
Maniac watches the TARDIS zip away. He then turns and walks into his castle.
After giving a heartfelt speech about how he totally killed the GODMODDER, the rest of Maniac's subjects go back to their jobs. Well, all but one.
Umbra: You lied to Eric.
Maniac: Yeah, so what? He can't know about my plans.
Umbra: You will have to tell him some day.
Maniac: Whatever, just... get me a computer.
Maniac goes on his computer, loads up Pesterchum, and contacts someone.
AT: Yo,
AT: Engie!
AT: ReMeMbeR the deal we Made a while ago?
AT: About the poRtal?
AT: Well,
AT: Now's the tiMe.
AT: Send a dRone to the cooRdinates I sent you.
AT: We need to talk.
END OF MANIAC'S STORY ACT 1
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
I am glad it finished now the tortured soul of the godmodder have been obliterated I think it make of all of us murderers.
You say that like we weren't before.
Some people only killed virtual stuff.
Literally none of us have clean hands. Especially Wilson. Because he has no hands.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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"I can already tell I shall have to come back here a third time. When the multiverse is thrown into peril, that's where Imust be. And I know it shall happen again. So long, everyone. And thank you so much for-to-playing my game!""I can already tell I shall have to come back here a third time. When the multiverse is thrown into peril, that's where Imust be. And I know it shall happen again. So long, everyone. And thank you so much for-to-playing my game!"I exit through a portal into a command center, readying myself for future conflicts.
Note, this occurs after all other posts I make. This is my exit.
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
- On Twin's ship -
N-now that this is over, uhh where is everyone? ((To clarify, if Hank did fly everyone to their home universes yet (i have no idea if you Twin are going to place that after the EoA4 post or not), i am stil on the ship, left there forgotten. For RP purposes.))
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
I... I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I get all of this. Where the thuds the Incarnate's footsteps? Was the Incoming Force also the Incarnate? I first thought it was Biumbra himself. I'm sorry, but could you please explain?
/Null
"Well I guess that's it? I'm not sure if I helped a lot but at least I can say I helped......a bit?"
I look at myself for a good minute, did I have a character plot of some sort? I literally just popped in to fight a giant alien queen and then before I knew it we had already defeated Godmodder Soul, confused, I close the game and go to rest.
(Ire Attempts A Story That Will Probably Get Better in 3: Part One)
(I don't think I'm very GOOD at writing stories. Could I get some feedback? I believe that because I have things planned for DTG 3, everything will be better there. Much better.)
And with that, the war was over. Ire was distraught. Not because of the war, but mainly because he was starting to break down in a slightly apocalyptic fashion. Programs failing, insanity starting to take hold. There wasn't much left to do now. Sure, he could probably leave for distant worlds on the TARDIS, but he needed to get home. And then it hit him. Why not just ride the TARDIS back?
---The TARDIS was already gone. Ire smashed his head on a well-placed wall a few times before beginning the standard portal-creating procedure. Like the Tabletopia portal, the LOCAA portal was accessed by launching two pieces of furntiture together; namely, chairs. After the quick creation of two stone chairs, Ire launched them together at high speeds, creating a portal back to LOCAA.And then Ire got a free ride from the TARDIS. Whoops. Upon saying his goodbyes and performing a short walk, he was greeted with a common sight since Ikea's invasion; armies of Tabletop Soldiers trying to break into the one remaining citadel.
The battle was a massacre. Every single wooden soldier was torn right in two by Ire's wrath. And not with a weapon, just his natural manipulation of wood. The Chair Knights positioned on the walls watched in horror as the invading forces were torn right in two.
mahoganyMeister [mm] began pestering crankyCreeper [cc]
mm: may.i.ask.
mm: what.the.nether.have.you.done.
cc: I killed all the soldiers. ALL OF THEM.
cc: (oh and the godmodder too)
cc: (warm welcome by the way, Spark.)
mm: you.are.aware.that.tearing.others.in.two.is.a.direct.violation.of.the.law.
mm: even.the.tabletopian.laws
cc: I am perfectly aware of this.
cc: And I am fine with it.
mm: are.you.okay.
cc: Noooope.
mm: figures.
It was unknown which soldier gave the order to fire. Splinters rained down upon Ire, and only a quick switch of the Armistyx into a bunker was able to save him from the hellfire.
cc: OH GOD WHAT.
cc: GET THEM TO STOP SHOOTING.
mm: odds.are.you.scared.them.
mm: besides.breaking.that.law.allows.you.to.be.kos.
cc: Killed on sight. Great.
cc: Which idiot wrote that rule?
mm: ...
mm: the.now.deceased.chair.god.
cc: Oh.
cc: (sorry chair god)
cc: But I just SAVED THEIR LIVES.
cc: This is a pretty bad payment IMO.
mm: the.invaders.would've.been.held.off.just.fine.
mm: small.raids.happen.all.the.time.nowadays.
mm: now.while.i.don't.necessarily.want.you.to.die.
mm: at all
mm: punishment.is.in.order
And then, just like that, Ire was deep beneath the citadel walls. He had to confront Spark and talk sense into him. He drilled through the earth with the Armistyx, dispatching soldiers that jumped into the hole after him with ease. Eventually, he drilled into a generic sewer dungeon, and made his way into the wooden citadel from there.
With a slow-motion door kick, Ire entered the throne room, only to be greeted by Spark and a robed figure.
cc: Sup.
mm: hello.ire.
cc: Now how about you get everyone to stop attempting to kill me?
mm: not.kill.really.
mm: and.i.can't.do.
mm: this.man.right.here.
mm: has.told.me.of.the.horrors.you.have.performed.in.battle.
cc: You mean the spooky black-robed figure?
mm: yeah.that.guy
cc: Wait, what horrors?
cc: Like that time I killed a giant robot? Or what?
mm: like.that.time.you.leveled.a.village
cc: I didn't do that.
mm: or.that.time.you.sacrified.three.people.to.the.gods.of.eternal.suffering
cc: I only did that to like, one person.
cc: And that was to summon the Wall of Flesh.
mm: and.then.there's.the.time.you.destroyed.everything.ever
mm: but.we'll.get.to.tha-
ancestralApocalypse [aa] joined the memo.
aa: i want my soul back.
cc: What was tha-
Suddenly, the robed figure became aggressive, leaping towards Ire, with an Armistyx in hand. With his own Armistyx, Ire deflected the blow. A strife then ensued, similar weapons clashing.
cc: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM AUGH-
aa: GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK
cc: OH GOD WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM
aa: YOU STOLE IT YOU STOLE IT YOU STOLE IT
mm: i.don't.know.
mm: i'm.just.going.to.suggest.giving.it.back.
mm: his.soul.however.you.took.it
cc: I DIDN'T TAKE ANY SOULS HELP GET THIS GUY OFF ME
cc: HE IS REALLY GOOD WITH THAT ARMISTYX
aa: DON'T MAKE ME DON'T MAKE ME DON'T MAKE ME
The robed figure switches the Armistyx to A-Bomb scythe mode. Thinking quickly, Ire then smashes a window then jumps out. He plummets to the Courtyard, followed by the robed figure. The figure throws his Armistyx towards Ire, who traps it with his own Armistyx in Blast Shield Scythe Mode. The A-Bomb explodes, both Armistyx getting destroyed.
===>
(will be updoped to connect to next post)
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
((Umm... ire. You were ON the TARDIS. Everybody gets free rides home, I already said that, but okay.))
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
==On board the Omega-Class Destroyer, currently docked to the Twinmobile Docked to the TARDIS (I think?)==
"Well."
"What now?"
"Anyone want a pizza?"
==One Pizza Later==
"...Hang on, have we actually ACTUALLY taken care of the Binaries yet?"
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Ah, don't worry. I don't think I could play a psychopath even if I tried. Willow was originally going to be much darker and more violent, but I scrapped that idea. Even my supposed villain, Mikoto, would be considered far above average for morality, especially in DTG0. He was going to be kind of throw away, but then I played, of all games, Ori and the Blind Forest, and decided to make him into one of those villains I love, one who's justified.
HEY! HE HAS PAWS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Which are... kinda like his hands. Wilson has directly killed a total of... 2 living things over the course of the game. He's killed a ton of mechanical and dream based things and wounded the Bleak though.
And also...
Huh? The TARDIS came? I... ... ... suppose it would be better for the sake of TvT... so... retcon time!
Wilson got up and stretched, still giggling even as his vision cleared. He wasn't on the HMAS ship anymore. Strange. Maybe someone moved him while he slept. Or he sleepwalked or maybe it was just a retcon. Whichever it was, he now recognized where he was, the TARDIS. He wandered his way towards where Eric and the others were. Looking up at Eric and Lothyra, he said,
So... we're done? ... ... We're done... We're done! It's over!
He looked out at what is now his new home. Coming from a Minecraft based world, he couldn't help but notice how... smooth everything seemed. He leaps out of the TARDIS onto the grass or whatever grass like plant acted as a substitute. Ecstatic, he bounded through the grass, making a trail of golden light behind him that hung in the air before falling to the ground like a shower of diamonds.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
Well, that's that.
>run modpack.backup
>run modpack.retrospective
Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
Avatar by TwinBuilder
To all of you, and to everyone else: you are currently unable to log out of Minecraft. The Conflict and Binaries have made the game become too corrupt for you to be able to. I should've mentioned that earlier.
There's a reason I left it ambiguous. I'll clear it up in the End of Act 4.
You have until I complete the End of Act 4 storypost. That will be in at least a week, but I'm not sure exactly when it will be up. I'll keep you all posted as I work on it.
Nope.
"Oh, okay, I can't log out"
I say as my attempts to close the game fail.
"*sigh* Now what?"
I say to myself as I go off to find something to kill time in the game.
"So, Binaries. Do you have any response to my words? Because I cannot tarry long. Anyone? Come on, they are really easy targets here!"No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
I'm not responding to anything anyone says right now. That time has passed for me. I'll probably make the Binaries informally talk to you at the End of Act 4.
A small convoy of unmarked black vans drives through the quiet streets of a New York City suburb. They stop at a street like any other, in front of a house unlike any other, mainly because of the paint job. Blue steps out of one of the vans, and looks at the house. Within a few minutes, a good couple dozen people are scrambling near the the front of the house, unloading a wide variety of construction materials.
Someone cast a damn spell before we get a horde of neighbors watching.
We only have a couple of hours before he returns, let's go!
A faint shimmer appears around the property, and construction begins in earnest as everyone basically drops their construction materials, and from the back of one of the vans pours out a dozen construction drones.
Feel free to leave now. Remember, the cover story is the construction company went under yesterday.
As quickly as they left, most of the crowd returns to the unmarked vans, and they drive off. The only ones remaining, besides Blue, are a few people in suits and sunglasses. Blue walks up to the front door of the house, and examines the lock briefly.
Alright, guys, prepare for the job. I'll be around until he gets here so he doesn't freak out too much.
She takes a step back, and quickly kicks the in the door.
I'm going to see if Build has any Earth food I can try.
Earth Human-Amp wouldn't really care whether or not the game let his computer disconnect, he literally just incinerated the clandestine base he was using until Binary found him with the Tesseract's engines, and every computer in it.
If you really just can't leave, retconbot says he carried his least crappy laptop to the ship with him.
Aboard the Tardis;
H3's nearly-irrelevant avatarbot wakes back up yet again, having hidden in a corner for communications this time. It heads to the cargo bay to help unload crates, nuclear-powered utility bots being good at that sort of thing.
"I apologize for my repeated inactivity, Eric. I really would like to if not join the IUPC, certainly open a working relationship. For that matter, I'll need a place to stay while I repair the damage to myshipself from the War. Mind if I use this place's orbit?"
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870