It’s a deal. But you started it. 
::wonders if the God known as DM has forgotten about his children::
::whispers to Kat::
Put your thieving to good use, get that flask from Ferrous–this waiting is making me thristy.
hello, you’re a genius!
Kat swipes the flask from Ferrous, takes a drink and passes it to hello.
Leafing through my spell book
Hmm… Spirit of Hamster? Skin like Kleenex?
Oooh! I always play bards!
Sits around and looks cute
Makes eyes at the guy with the alcohol Say…could you coyly flutters eyelashes guard my rear?
::stares back at Medea’s Child wondering why she wants me to guard her rear::
Say, Kat, don’t you think child pornography is disturbing? I think we need to do something about that pesky child with the unruly eyelashes, and overbearing sex drive.
::throws flask at Medea’s Child soaking her in alcohol::
::grabs Kat, takes several steps back::
::chants fireball, target: Medea’s Child::
Now that’s what I call entertainment.
I take out a can of Painte of Much Spraying (Vorpal Green) and start tagging the hell out of the doorway.
blanx, I caught the joke, very funny. Made me laugh. I wish I could find the copy I downloaded.
legomancer, you might want to make up some rules so the thread could stay on topic a bit better, or share master duties so that the thread could keep up with the people.
Everybody else, how do I go about finding a D&D or another RPG group to play with? I’ve never played a RPG, but I’d like to do so at least once (Absurd Notions convinced me). It’s fairly surprising, really, considering the level of geekitude of the friends I had in high school and the fact that I was on a floor of nothing but geeks when I was in college. My high school friends were more into Magic, though.
Not to sound conceited or anything but I could be the other DM and still play my character fairly
::wink, wink, nod, nod::
Not being in Iowa myself I can’t really help you find a D&D group, but I know if you have some friends who have a lot of free time that usually works well–my friends who play Magic also tend to play D&D, so perhaps you could go that route…
or Baldurs Gate can be fun, and NeverWintersNight will be greatness if they would ever finish it
------back in character-----
Who has marshmellows? No need in wasting alcohol, and my fireball.
LOL! This is why I love this place so much, this is the funniest thing I have read in a long time. I’m having flashbacks to playing with my friends in high school and college. I’m too out of practice to contribue anything worthwhile, but I’ll keep reading.
Oh, what the hell…
::casts polymorph on lno::
::turns lno into a chipmunk::
::runs away::
Damnit, hello! You wasted some good alcohol there! What are we gonna drink now?
Hey! What about me? I’ve been at the front of the line the entire time. Well, except that time I used Mr. Miskatonic to open the door, but I was right behind him.
I find the thief’s sudden rise from the dead suspicious. I yell, “Back, you unholy demon or feel my wrath.” I advance upon this foul creature only to be blown back by the blast of hello32499’s fireball.
Ya know, being a talking chipmunk can’t be ALL bad.
Moxmaiden, Medea’s Child, does one of you have a, um, pocket I can ride in?
Okay, sorry about that. By all means, anyone jump in as DM if they feel like it.
Okay, you’re making your way down the dusty hallway, cheacking for traps. You find one about twenty feet in, but you didn’t have to look hard. The grave robber that got in here before was stopped here by a spiked pit. Odd that someone who was here to rob a tomb was caught by so simple a trap. The pit extends the whole way across the corridor, and goes about eight feet back. There’s no obvious covering for it. The grave robber’s body is away from your side of the pit, so it looks like he tried to jump it. The pit is about fifteen feet deep, with spike all along the bottom.
… trying to catch ** Medea’s Child’s ** attention by waving my chakram around…
“Hey, my bard… forget about those guys with the alcohol…” 
I thank the cleric for recycling the thief. Apparently they can be re-used. How practical!
See? This is why we need a thief’s body to check for traps. Someone go down there, carefully walk between the spikes, and get that corpse. We could use it.
Crikey. I hate pits.
Hey, where’s my flask? Oh well.
Pull my spare flask from my boot top, take a swig, and pass it to Terminus.
Then check the walls and ceiling of the corridor. Any protrusions, loose stones, etc.?
::stands up and dusts herself off::
Duh, okay.
::walks toward corpse::
What happens next?
I am standing outside, translating the “other” runes our DM failed to mention to the rest of the group. I’ve still got a concussion, and everything reads like “Ng’Yarlith’omi-ho-di-ho-di-ho”.
Then the runes read like an assembly guide for an M-16. 'cept with squishier parts.
If we had a witch, we could build a bridge out of her…
But I guess shooting a roped arrow across the pit with the hopes it can stick into something on the other side will have to do…
::Cocks bow:
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