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Post by 23skidoo on Nov 15, 2007 14:02:19 GMT -5
Strange times, good times, new york times. The Team are back together for the first time in living history folks and so far the party is in full swing.
I find myself back in a Fort, only this time the whimpering sap majority have been replaced by big ball swinging swaggering man gods! The air is thick with curses, songs of pain and carnage, oaths being sworn to Odin, the stench of blood and spilt revivication juice and the faint whiff of mahogany, musk and leather. These are good times to be alive, one of the few times I'd swap Malton for San Diego.
So far the fight is going well, rumors of a rampaging horde are rampant, but that may just be wishful thinking on our part. The Cannonball Crew have taken the training ground and turned it into a bowling alley and the Rangers have apparently found the legendary Malton Massage Parlor. The News Team keep reporting the good stuff and the good people keep doing the right stuff. All is right with the world, hopefully the party will continue and the head count will keep rising. So make hay while the sun shines people, and say a little prayer for the guys and gals in the thick of it.
This is the Information Minister, on a 7-10 split, signing off.
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