Microfish_1: vote GymHenson because he wrote 3 posts without voting.
my name is coole catte: Better than casting 3 votes without posting!
Are you hinting at a role that can vote without posting? if so, speak up, Sir Cat of Felinville!
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phaolo: I'm still a bit disoriented about the mechanics, but the game could be interesting.
We'll see what happens XD
You'll get the hang of them. Don't worry if you mess up--I have played in about 10 games and haven't gone a game without some major flaw. As you can see from ZFR's Post #30, I messed up the vote format already.
Oh, and if you do not use it yet, I strongly recommend the scripts
Barefoot Essentials and
Adalia's Fundamentals.
They
really aid in playing this game. (They are, of course, totally within the rules, and nearly everyone here uses them.)
One of the biggest uses is the ability to Isolate and only show the posts from any one user, which we call "ISO'ing"
If, of course, you already use these scripts, my apologies for talking (typing?) your eyes off.
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Microfish_1: Heavy on the frosting,
JoeSapphire: aha! You're not from london at all, are you!
ZFR: Joe is closet at L-5
JoeSapphire: Et tu? Can we please all remind ourselves on which proud island this story is set?
ZFR: Joe is
wardrobe at L-5
JoeSapphire: if you please.
1. Eh, wot? Explain yerself or face banishment to your bed without your evening haggis!
2. ROFL!!
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Our Intrepid (or at least blessedly ignorant and slightly obtuse) hero goes waltzing down the street, drawing strange looks from passers-by (surely it isn't "passer-bys"?). Suddenly, he stops, wheels about on his heel, and walks three steps forward before bending and peering in a window.
"Strange, strange--beyond passing strange, that is" says he.
"Hereunto is a mystery, my dear Mrs. Watson. Oh, I know you'll say it is just another gum-and-candy store, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the place that Inspector Gregstrade was talking about the other day. The five-and-ten that sells smuggled imitation Burberry in the bottom of the barrels of candy, you remember? A jimp trick, to be sure--berrying [Sic] coats under mounds of sticky Root Beer Burrels [Sic, again]. The odds and sods of Lunnon [Sic a third time! Why don't you go to a doctor!] would never know there was a fortune in ripped-off clothing in those barrels of candy until they'd eaten half-way down, and the average Joe (Sapphire?) would never buy it in bulk. Properly austere engorging would take literally months to get through the candy, and by then origins of the nondescript burrels would be forgotten. The thieving merchants, however, who buy these burrels ostensibly for their candy displays but in reality for their clothing racks, are truly tricky. I deduced all this, of course, by seeing the swath of cotton stuck on the Licorice Pretzel jug over there. See the design? What could it be but that logo?"
"What could it be, my dear fellow? What could it be? It's obvious! It's a monstrosity! Who ever heard of licorice pretzels! The very thought makes me quiver with ill-suppressed jello. Your deduction powers are nothing like those of your Grandfather, poor Mr semloH. Come, let's be on our way to the music hall!"
