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That was a compliment. It's wonderful. Wonderfuly awful. Fantastibad. Beautigross.

Name: Dastost Rakostlistat, Expedition Leader
Race: Dwarf
Profession: demolitions / miner
Inventory:
        worn: cat leather thong, rope reed fiber trousers, space Mail leggings, SPace Spidrr silk socks, Space steel low boots, Space Eel leather gloves, rope reed fiber shirt, Space Mail armor, Space Steel helm. Horse leather backpack, hippo leather waterskin.
       Carried: Heavy laser rifle. (10) shaped explosive charges, (2) prepared mosquito brain wafers, (2) Dwarven Ale. Space Steel Shield. One pick.
      Accompanied: Melbil Dastoststukos, Cat(male)

They are there, in the background, somewhere. Perhaps if 2 Delta 3 hadn't been so involved in his dog fight in the park, he might have seen some creature shoveling up one of the Former humidifier beings, for instance. Besides, it's been less than a day. Oh, and you have encountered members of your own race several times, in your habitat and at work. If you'd have rolled a four or three on that last turn, the corpse you would be walking right now would have been one of your own race.

Revoke the alarm already. Then check the stocks of lichen-like things.

(4+1) The alarm has been revoked, the doors have been opened, and lichen stocks are ample.

Do these things, while grumbling angrily about how I never go to blow things up or set them on fire or anything fun.[/i]

(2+1) Pre-flight checks are acceptable, but you ignore the flight plan, instead tossing it to your beaked companion to file, buzzing angrily and grumbling the while.
(1) Impatience, and a burning desire pull you onward, and you leap into one of the scouts and arm the lasers before you can be stopped. You target the bay doors, (5) which are opened before you can launch yourself at them. The scouter lunges out of the ship, and before you, reflected in the lights of the FireBug, are hundreds of gigantic rocks, floating far coser together than one would normally expect, occasionally colliding and spinning off in new, random directions. You fire your scouter's lasers wildly, thoug hyou see no effect on the rocks, or anything else.

Ugh. See what's on TV.

(1) you turn on the viewscreen, and with an audible Crack!, it goes dark.

Log on to a computer, and troll on the bay 12 forums.

(5) You happily spend some time in the interwaves, chumming the waters, as the saying goes.

Find corpse that looks unhappy. Take it out for a walk.

(4) You manage to open one of the Mausoleum's racks and find a chitinous exoskeleton that has a despondent look in it's multifaceted eyes. You are touched. And now, so is the corpse. You haul it out of it's container throw an arm or two around it's waist, and march it out into the streets.
(5) You are spotted pretty quickly, and an alarm at the morgue alerts the Mausoleum overseers, who come rushing out after you, squawking and flapping their sides at you.

Oh, don't worry, I'd get to RPing eventually. For now though I'm just tired and uninspired.

I'll send an elderly, aquatic, exoskeletoned creature with a greatbig long neck and cataracts to keep you company. What's that, spellecheck? Fuck you. Greatbig is so a word.

An elderly, aquatic, exoskeletoned, myopic creature with a greatbig long neck and cataracts hobbles sedately into your atrium. It blinks slowly at you, and extends its beaked head toward your lower branches to nibble on some leaves.

Break free.

(2 vs. 1) You attempt to shlorp away from the ominous fellow, but fail to make any headway, still feeling the effects of all that garbage you just ate. Fortunately, the fellow slips on something and goes down in the garbage! Advantage - Slime!

Sign-ups are closed, Jetex. Sorry.

It even has me shouting NECKBEAR?

I wish to welcome Hans on as the newest member of the admin team. This is a promotion for him from moderator.

*Applause and cheers*
Congrats, Hans.
Hey can you make me a space ninja?

(That's a joke. You know, because of all the "hey can you ..." that you got as moderator.)
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Please don't hit me.