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Discussion in 'Role Playing Resource' started by Trieste, Sep 2, 2012.
Stop reading my mind!
We Limmie people tend to think alike.
That makes three.
Call it four...
Excuse me, did somebody say they thought that the Elite League needed a new commissioner? Because if we keep this up I think there's only one choice...
This game keeps getting better and better.
"Flu like symptoms", huh? I wonder how long before the commish figures that one out? 'Cause I think we all know what's coming...
I have no idea what you're talking about...
He's waging chemical warfare on my team!
I leave things like that to Mornd. After all what better way to get back at Bothan Man than to destroy the team he loves...
I think I missed something somewhere because I'm not finding any reference to flu-like symptoms.
Geez, way to ruin my entire plot, Bardan.
And I bet this has something to do with . . . certain individuals.
The Mercs injury report in the game thread. It got pushed to the next page from the IC post.
Yeah what jcgoble said.
Actually, now that I think about it, he's already done this. Anything now would just be overkill.
Whats wrong with overkill? When in doubt, bounce the rubble.
Actually, Mornd has nothing to do with it. I bet that Bardan's kids are home sick right now and it's driving him nuts.
Close enough, they had President's day off. Three day weekend.
I'm sure Mornd is up to other dastardly deeds right now. The Mercs have their own problems.
No kidding. Wonder how I am going to resolve this?
The same way I do. In some completely implausible way that makes the Fourth Wall itself shake in fear.
Not sure I can pull that off. How about just a slight shudder?
"Hello, my name is Trieste and I'm a limmieholic."
Everybody: "Hi Trieste."
"I always thought I could handle it, you know? I mean, I could get by with just a post a week, but then I started posting twice a week. And not one line posts, but pretty substantial posts. But I thought I had it under control. The way I knew I'd hit rock bottom was when I was posting twice a week and I was already working on posts for next season. It wasn't enough to just have a good storyline for this season--I needed more of a hit. I needed a bigger rush. And that's the story isn't it? You start off thinking, 'Oh this is just a simple game allowing me to compensate for the fact that my college football team is physically incapable of making the Rose Bowl, my hockey team is programmed to implode in massive epic fails in the playoffs, and that my city has actually been waiting for a championship longer than Cleveland, Ohio.' But it just takes ahold of you and before you know it you're mainlining multiple storylines at once and coordinating other players because you need that bigger rush.
"My name is Trieste and I have a limmie problem."
1964 was our last title, an NFL one before they even had the Super Bowl. In that time we have had teams in all three of the four (nevermind who in their right mind counts the NHL as a major sport ) major sports for most of that time. We are so bad here we name our sports failures. Red Right 88, the Drive, the Fumble, the Shot, The Move, the Decision, and of course the one that always hurts me the most as a baseball fan. Jose ******* ************* ***** *** ***** Mesa.
I don't want to hear of your sports pain.
Sadly it seems the Mercs are doing their best to emulate Cleveland sports history.
I am happy to report that the Miners have done a fair sight better than San Diego, who I'd like to point out has the only baseball team to lose more than one World Series without winning any and whose football team possesses one measly AFL championship from the pre-Super Bowl days in 1963.
People wanted to throw a parade for San Diego State's men's basketball team making the Sweet Sixteen. Yes, it's that bad. We also fail in particularly unspectacular fashion so we never name anything.
Miners lose at Mercs...Chargers lose at Browns...so points of verisimilitude!