Degenero Angelus

Markus' head pops up at the mention of a card game. He always was quite the gambler. He stands up and looks over to Amanda, who's got her hands full with her new friend. After smiling at her, and nodding, he walks over to the table where the poker game's happening. "I'll play, deal me in." This should be easy.....

Markus Black. Gentle gang member from the old west.

Wewhoo! Is Xanny And all of the new/returning after an absence players. This is gonna be fun And Markus it is.

I can do Zach or Markus, really. It's up to you guys

I'll play, if it's the one that isn't the high school one, for obvious reasons.

I can't tolerate Goodkind. He bores me beyond comprehension. Z: Oh

I edited my post way before you even posted, Z, look at the timestamps Alaeha: Goodkind? And you had a problem with Tolkien being dry?

Middle Earth (and by Middle Earth you mean Arda, Middle Earth was just a continent) was flat, until Ilúvatar sunk Númenor and made it round, removing Aman from the world.

[i am not Canadian, and I do not claim to be. That said....] Deg runs in waving giant green flags around the air followed by long green streamers falling from the cieling. He looks at everyone, gives them a big green campaign button, then quickly leaves.

I'll be withdrawing from any and all Pen activity from now until an undefined point in the future. As you all know, undefined points can possible be forever. I love many of you as very dear friends, and a few of you even more than that. You all know where to find me, if you so choose, but if you decide to talk to me, please, don't try to talk me into coming back, that would annoy me to no end. Ken

Honestly, you're all taking this a bit too seriously. Sure, it's a desecration of classic literature. So? It's not like they're burning all the other copies. It's not like you will have to read this. It's not like they're going to be teaching it in school. It's an ad campaign, for crying out loud. I don't think it's a good ad, but I find it sort of funny, and I don't see how this is harmful in any way at all.

I've never been glad to have been dead before.

wah? this is teh kewlest! i luv teh new version of teh illid its kewl!!

Don't lie to the people. Drinking is good. Hangovers are bad.

OOC: It is GIR. Not G.I.R. IC: "WoooooOoo I love games! I wanna be a mongoose! Can I be a mongoose?" "No, but you can be a wizard." "I like Wizards. Can I be a Mongoose Wizard?" *sigh* "Yes, GIR." "WEEHEEHOO! Mongooses go like.." GIR places his hands on his chest, holding his arms close to his side and makes a clicky noise, "... that!"

OOC: Sorry, meant to change my vote to Wile E earlier.

"YAYHEEEWO! I LOVE games! How do you play this?" GIR picks up one of the (very expensive) books. "Is this a taco?" He takes a large bite out of the book

GIR runs into the stadium just in time to hear Dave accuse Peepi, and the stinky cat person to consider it. "WAAAAAAIIIIIIITTTTTTTT! ..... Pankakes." GIRs eyes turn red as he enters serious mode. "Peepi was the masters hamster. Master's hamster good." He says, before his eyes shift green again and he sneaks up behind the stinky cat thingy, biting it's tail platfully and getting a facefull of stink gas stuff. "WooooooHOO You're a STINKY CaT!" OOC: A revenge lynch? I don't think so, Gnarlitch.

"WEEEHHEEEEEE! COW! I wanna sammich!" GIR proceeds to jump off of the back of the cow he was dancing on and RUN back to the concessions stand. "Yes, doggy boy?" "You got any..." "Any what?" "SAMMICHES?!?" The concession working, startled by the sudden sounds, jumps and falls over, knocking into racks of candy. GIR sees the candy fall and his eyes, if he had eyes they would have, glazed over. He hurriedly picked up the candy and dropped it into a store compartment in his head, running off towards the field before the concession worker could get the candy back.

OOC: This is WW 7, Dean IC "TACOS!!!! TACOS? I wanna get me a taco." GIR runs over to the concession stand. "GIVE ME TACOS!" he says, as hyperactive as GIR gets. "I'm sorry little doggy, we don't have tacos here." "MAKE ME A TACO!" "We don't have tacos!" "No taco? Awwww..." GIR frowns at the concessionist who doesn't have tacos for sale. "No tac... COW!" GIR runs off in the direction of a nearby farmyard.

I hate to sound redundant, and I've been telling this to people for months, since Sasser came out. UPDATE YOUR COMPUTER! Microsoft, for once, had a security update to stop the Sasser worm about 2 weeks before it ever became a problem. For once, don't blame Microsoft, blame yourself (Glad to have you back, Stickler)

Well, if we're doing that, here's mine. Picture of GIR Name: GIR Race: Robot Occupation: Sidekick Description: When the Almighty Tallest were giving the other invaders their Standard Information Retrieval units, or SIRs, they didn't want to waste one on Zim, so they threw GIR.together out of broken SIR parts. His brain consists of two pennies, a gumball, a screw, a paperclip, and a key. His disguise is a dog. He's not the most useful robot, but he's certainly the cutest! "Hiya everyone! ::long pause:: I'm gonna sing the Doom song now! Doom doom doom doooom........"

Did everyone miss the part about the game being over?

Bah. Face it, you got owned

Well, that must be game over. Gnarlitch wrote quite the ending post for me, and I don't think I can top it. Good game, guys.