View Full Version : Middleweight - Arena of Death
20th October 2007, 22:01
Another short battle, but I improvised a bit to try and make it more interesting, otherwise it would have been a little boring if i had written out what I had rolled as it was even shorter than Cordova's.
Maureth vs Ckilleen
Farseer Maureth stood there in his dark cell, stunned. His jetbike had suddenly apeared right infront of his eyes without so much as a scratch on it's body. He slowy took a step forward and ran his hand over it's sleek surface. But he had seen it destroyed in a fireball... what was going on? He brought his leg over the bike's comfortable seat, it was as good as new.
Suddenly there was a flash of red light, a rushing sound, and then he found himself in the arena again. Maureth blinked in the brightness of the rust red sky, the World Eaters in the stands cheered at his arrival.
"Welcome to the second round Farseer Maureth. You have done well, not many come past this point and may I say you handled that dark angel very well. Your oponent is Daemon Prince Cankerus, of Tzneetch" Boomed the voice Maureth dreaded.
"Enough Mon'keigh. Give me the order to attack so I can get away from this foul place all the quicker" Maureth replied.
"Very well" Said the voice. "Begin!"
Instantly the daemon Prince at the other end of the arena sent forth a trio of psychic doombolts, one flew past him while the other two impacted on the farseer's rune armour, causing no damage. Lightning flew between the two as they engaged in a fierce psyker battle. Maureth was lifted off his bike, he gestured and the ground under the daemon prince exploded, throwing sand and the daemon prince itself up into the air. An invisible force knocked Maureth from the air and sent him sprawling on the arena floor. The daemon prince then sent another trio of doombolts, shaken but unperturbed, Maureth outstretched his palms and directed them back. The daemon prince dived out of the way as they blow large holes in the arena's sandy floor.
This gave Maureth the respite he needed. Reaching deep into the warp again, Maureth threw everything he had at the daemon prince's mind. His oponent fell to the floor writing and screaming in agony.
Maureth breathed a sigh of relief. He had almost done it, he was so close to escaping he could feel it.
Maureth - (Fortune successfully cast) Casts mind war, rolls 5 for the farseer while the DP rolls 1. Killing the DP (But he still get's to shoot back)
Ckilleen - Succesfully casts doombolt and warptime. 2 of the doombolts hit the farseer, but both are saved by the rune armour.
20th October 2007, 22:06
That is awesome LOL, Go Maureth!!!!
20th October 2007, 22:16
Yup my money is one the Eldar Farseer.
*neither biased because he loves Eldar nor because he lost to the entry :lol:*
20th October 2007, 22:17
Im not really sure what could happen really, it could go eitherway.
20th October 2007, 23:36
Congrats Doohicky! Good luck on the next round ;)
21st October 2007, 01:03
I know what you mean Drazhar2, it was a short round. I was going to attempt to flesh it more (or use more paragraphs) but I decided that if it went up sooner, they might be done by the time you leave :)
21st October 2007, 02:05
go Muareth keep the eldar in there
that canonnes is pure ownage glad i dont have to face her :)
nice write up fellas
21st October 2007, 03:44
well good work muareth, dam you and that lucky mind war. we will have to have a re-match tonight
21st October 2007, 04:27
I was telling muareth the story of the fight with me and him and he said that i get my inv. Save versus mind war, hes the one that said it not me im just posting cuz hes busy right now.
21st October 2007, 06:28
First of all, thank you everyone for believing I might pull through as the winner for this.
I can't believe how lucky these Mind War rolls have been. Just amazing.
But Ckilleen is right. Invulnerable saves are allowed. I'm not sure if either the Librarian or the Daemon Prince have inv. saves, but if they do, I may not be where I stand now.
I did PM saying only that normal saves weren't allowed, but didn't say that inv. were.
21st October 2007, 08:10
Yeh, but again with those damned typing errors, I forgot to put the saves though. I did roll them though.
(They failed them)
EDIT: If you think its starting to look fishy with all the typing errors and such, and there are barely any in the fights. It is because I always put the fights through multiple draughts, checking and double checking, but I dont do that at the little section at the end where I post what I rolled. I will try to post what happens with the inv. save in the next fight between Maureth and Doohicky.
21st October 2007, 09:18
wraithlord vs shas'o should be close considering how ID went last time
21st October 2007, 09:26
Ive already rolled for it and submitted the results to ID. It was a very close match I can tell you that.
21st October 2007, 09:33
Maureth vs Doohicky
Farseer Maureth stood before yet another horribly mutated daemon prince daemon prince. It weilded a huge, grey-bladed sword and it stood with nothing but contempt for the farseer written on it's craggy features. Maureth brought his leg over the seat of the bike and aimed his singing spear at the daemon prince's heart.
"Begin!" the voice shouted drawing cheers from the world eaters in the stands.
Maureth aimed a mind attack at the daemon prince, but it's brain remained impermeable to his efforts. In return it sent a trio of psyhic doombolts from it's guantlets at Maureth who grinned. In his past duels, that attack hadnt even worked once, his rune armour had always been able to stop them. These were no different, impacting on his rune armour but causing no damage.
Maureth's jetbike screamed as it shot forward, in a heartbeat he was upon the daemon prince.
Spammy Geldorf swung with his sword but missed, in return the eldar's speer merely scratched his armour as it sped past. The eldar twisted it's body towards him while sitting on the jetbike and gestured with one of it's hands. He recognised this another mind war, drawing on his own psychic might he halted the attack in an instant. He then shot another trio of doombolts at the farseer, all of them found thier mark but only one penetrated it's armour. Spammy Geldorf gave a cry of triumph as the Eldar screamed in pain.
Hot, electric pain seered through Maureth's body as he was thrown from the jetbike, an instant later he heard the explosion on the other side of the arena which could only mean his jetbike had crashed, with disasterous results. He hit the floor and painfully bounced and rolled along it. Once he had come to a halt he jammed his singing spear into the ground and pulled himself up, he must not show any weakness to his foes if he was to prevail. He looked at his oponent to see it was already upon him, it's sword raised above it's head, about to smite him to the ground. He could hear the blade cutting through the air as it moved down, he rolled between the daemon princes legs as he heard a loud thump on the ground behind him. He thrust up with his spear, but again, it's armour turned his weapon aside. The daemon prince then plucked him from the ground with it's free hand. Maureth struggled in it's iron grip as he dropped his spear. The daemon prince looked into his eyes and grinned, showing yellow teeth, then brought it's blade to Maureth's neck.
"No!" screamed Maureth "I had almost got out of here, I almost escaped!"
This drew a laugh from the daemon prince.
"No, the changer of the ways will always guide me. You were doomed to die by my blade the very day you were born little eldar" The daemon prince replied.
"No!" screamed Maureth again and again. "No! No! No!"
The blade cut through Maureth's neck and severed his spine. The daemon prince chuckled as Maureth's head, still inside it's helm, fell to the floor.
Maureth - Passes fortune and mind war, Farseer's roll beats the DP's by 3 but it is saved.
Doohicky - Tests for warptime and doombolt are passed. They all hit but none wound (Despite re-rolls).
Maureth - 1 attack hits, wounds but is saved.
Doohicky - 3 hits despite re-rolls, they all hit but they were all saved.
Maureth - Passes fortune and mind war, but the DP beats the farseer's roll by one.
Doohicky - Double 6 rolled on warptime, perils of the warp attack wounds leaving it with 3 wounds. Doombolt test passed (just, rolled double 5). 2 hit despite re-olls, 1 wounds despite re-rolls but it is saved.
Maureth - 1 attack hits and wounds, but it is saved.
Doohicky - All hit, all wound and 2 saves are failed despite re-rolls. Farseer dies due to insta death.
Sorry Maureth, I thought your farseer would pull through. Well done Doohicky, your DP will be in the final duel.
21st October 2007, 09:39
congrats to doohicky, damn DPs
21st October 2007, 10:44
Woo hoo! Was happy to get through that.
Just a quick point. My final doombolt should not have had re rolls, due to the failing of Warptime. But none caused wounds so it's okay.
Was really dreading coming up against the Farseer!
21st October 2007, 10:44
hmm i leave town for a while and the canoness goes on a rampage! well done wareagle and ron *shakes hand of both*
hell hath no fury like a chick with s5 and a 2+ inv. save scorned apparently. still i'll get nervous if i get anything a monstrous creature - high strength and toughness could see me squished long before i manage to knock out all its wounds!
MC Tic Tac
21st October 2007, 10:48
Can wait for my fight, even the fusion blaster needs a 4+ to wound my Wraithlord, and if it even touch the Tau commander he's dead.
So that's mean I done for lol
21st October 2007, 15:34
Round Two - Imperial Dragon vs. Mc Tic Tac
The arena's blodthirsty crowd roared and cheered as warrior after warrior met their death in the reddening sand, their shadowy overlord mercilessly presiding over the wanton slaughter. Standing from his throne, the dark lord applauded the lone solider in the arena below. "Bravo! Bravo indeed, eldar. Who would have thought that a dead, narrow minded alien could be capable of such destruction? ...well, me, to be honest, thats why I brought you here!" The berzerkers around him roared in drunken laughter and the master chuckled to himself. "Anyway, enough pleasentries. Keep it up, so be a dear and kill this next one. He's a good fighter, but ever so slightly irritating." Wraithlord Aeria drew its sword from the shattered ribcage of the chaos warrior that it had just finished with and turned to face its next opponent as the black portcullis rose. Rolling out into the arena in a spray of dust came the bladed tau droid from the carnifex incident, jumping into the air and deploying its legs as it faced down the eldar warmachine. No confusion this time, the adaptive system was completely focussed on the eldar. "Machine," the dark master asked, "why do you fight? You have no emotion, no drives, nothing to spur you to save your own skin so why do you fight here even though there is little hope of your survival?" Red lights flickered on the droid's optical sensors as its head turned to face its captor.
"I fight to survive. It is my duty to return to Tzi'yan, so I must survive. To survive, I kill. That is my purpose."
The dark lord laughed again. "Very noble. Very stupid, droid. Begin!" Both machines began to slowly circle each other, unflinching in their scrutiny and steadily looking for a weakness. Aeria stepped forward towards the droid, then stopped as if distrcted, its bright lance paused halfway through the firing sequence. Seizing its moment the TY8X charged, reverting to two legs to pound the sandy floor as it ran into combat. It fired a bolt from its chest-mounted fusion blaster, but the plasma burst scattered on the wraithlord's armour. Still immobile, Aeria snapped back to reality as the TY8X's clawed foot connected with its head, almost knocking the construct over. Landing and dancing forward again, the TY8X let off another fusion shot to similar effect, forcing its opponent back again and again but failing to damage the eldar despite its fury. Finally, the wraithbone warmachine woke from its trance, ducking under a clawed arm and delivering a point-blank brightlance shot into the area that served as the robot's groin. The tau engine curled up to protect itself as it hit the floor, skidding in the blood-slicked sand and redeploying its six legs as the wraithlord stomped toward it. Leaping into combat once more, the two machines clashed in the spray of sparks, neither able to best the other. Blocking both the wraithlord's fists with its own clawed fists, the TY8X fired another fusion shot into its eldar adversary, this time blasting a great chunk of wraithbone from its chest cavity. Aeria threw the spidery tau robot off, punching it in the head and severing the main sensor arrays. Spitting sparks and smoke, the tau curled back into its spherical defense mode, using its jetpack to send it crashing towards where it remembered Aeria was, impacting with the cracked breastplate and knocking the wraithlord to the floor. Both engines spluttered and strained under the pressure being exerted upon them and the crowd flew into a frenzy. Despite the terrible damage it had suffered, the eldar warmachine wasn't down yet. Grabbing hold of the ball-shaped enemy warrior with both hands, Aeria got to its feet, summoned all of the strength its failing body and spirit held and hurled its enemy into the stands. Blades entended from its sides in an attempt to save itself, the TY8X span as it flew. It crashed into the main stand, crushing twenty warriors under its bulk and exploded, killing fifty more and blowing a crater the size of a super-heavy tank in the rune-covered stonework.
Imperial Dragon - Fusion Blaster hits but doesnt wound.
Mc Tic Tac - Fails Wraithsight test
Imperial Dragon - 3 attacks hit but none wound.
Mc Tic Tac - all attacks miss.
Imperial Dragon - Fusion Blaster hits but doesnt wound.
Mc Tic Tac - Fails wraithsight.
Imperial Dragon - Automatically hits with all attacks because of failed wraithsight, but none wound.
Mc Tic Tac - Cant do anything because of wraithsight.
Imperial Dragon - Fusion blaster hits but doesnt wound.
Mc Tic Tac - Hits with brightlance, wounds and the inv. save is failed leaving the Shas'o commander with 3 wounds. Both shruken catapult shots miss.
Imperial Dragon - 2 hits but none wound.
Mc Tic Tac - 2 of the attacks hit, 1 wounds but is saved.
Imperial Dragon - Fusion blaster hits and wounds leaving the wraithlord with 2 wounds.
Mc Tic tac - 1 shruken catapult shot hits, wounds but is saved.
Imperial Dragon - 4 attacks hit and 1 wounds, the wraithlord fails it's save reducing it down to 1 wound.
Mc Tic Tac - 3 attacks hit, 2 wound and only 2 are saved. ID loses due to insta death.
Well fought MC, at least I went out in style, I guess.
21st October 2007, 15:55
Great job on the write-up ID.
A very close fight, it could have gone either way but you did go out in a blaze of glory though.
21st October 2007, 16:15
Wild fight, tough draw for you too ID, a fex then a wraithlord, it wasn't meant to be. Nice write up though and an exciting fight.
21st October 2007, 16:42
A blaze of glory, yea...like a golf ball...
21st October 2007, 16:48
Hey, you took him down to 1 wound. I didn't even scratch him.
21st October 2007, 18:18
A Wraithlord failed his wraithsight tests this is the first time that has ever happened or that i even heard of it happening, and worse it happend twice in a row.
21st October 2007, 20:14
Very nicely done ID. I hope you stick around for the final 2 fights which im writing up now.
EDIT: Done. Hope its ok.
Psychedelic Lictor vs Mc Tic Tac
Fontaine could almost hear the voices of her sisters welcoming her back. She ran an armoured gauntlet through her long white hair, desperate to get the fight over. She looked for a moment at her oponent, a towering Eldar construct known as a wraithlord by her sisters. She had never faced one in combat before, nor seen one, but the stories told of fearless warriors weilding un-equaled skill and strength, slaughtering all who opose them. Her hand went down to her pistol, she would put that to the test.
"The warrior who wins this fight will go on to the final battle" Shouted the silohoutte to the two warriors far below "Then the victor of that duel will go free. Duelists, begin!"
Fontaine sprinted forward, a well aimed shot from her inferno pistol blew a crater in the wraithlord's body. The answering fire from the wraithlord either went wide or pattered harmlessly off her blessed armour. Holstering her pistol and drawing her blessed sword, Fontaine let out a roar of bloodlust as she leapt up into the air and swept her sword through the wraithlord's body, scoring a deep gash in it's side. She hit the sandy floor and rolled. Immediately she spun and parried a series of slashes and thrust's from the enraged wraithlord. It's attacks were delivered with such ferocity that she was forced to give ground. Ducking under another wide sweep of it's blade, Fontaine slashed at it's leg hoping that it's removal would render her oponent helpless, but her blade was dodged. This attack then left Fontaine's flank open which the wraithlord promptly took advantage of. It swung it's sword at the Cannoness' side so hard that not even her blessed armour could halt the blow. Fontaine gave a cry of pain as she was thrown through the air. She hit the floor and bounced, jolting her sword from her hand. A cry of triumph erupted from the World Eaters and the dark lord's evil laughter rang out as Fontaine's strength began to fade...
No! She could not fail, not after she had got so close to victory. No, she had to do this.
Her hand found her inferno pistol, the only weapon that could save her. Painfully, she aimed the pistol at the crater it had blown in the wraithlord's body earlier. Her vision greyed and she fought to keep her hand from shaking, but the strength in her arm was rapidly fading. The wraithlord started charging, bloodied sword raised. Shruiken rounds thudded into the ground beside her or pattered off what was left of her armour, a shot from it's brightlance missed her head by inches. She gritted her teeth, she couldnt see, but it was now or never.
"Emporer guide my hand!" She shouted as she pulled the trigger. She breathed a sigh of relief as the shot hit exactly where she wanted it. The wraithlord hit the ground with a crash next to her.
Psychedelic Lictor - Passes Ld test for spirit of the matyr. Inferno Pistol shot, hits, and wounds, reducing the wraithlord to 2 wounds.
Mc Tic Tac - Passes wraithsight. Brightlance hits but a 1 is rolled to wound. Shruiken shots hit, both wound but are both saved.
Psychedelic Lictor - Hits once in cc, and it wounds leaving the the wraithlord with 1 wound left.
Mc Tic Tac - 2 hit, both wound and only 1 is saved. But due to the mantle of Ophelia item, the 1st wound the cannoness suffers only takes 1 wound off, so she does not die of insta death. The cannoness is reduced to 2 wounds.
Psychedelic Lictor - Inferno Pistol shot hits and wounds, killing the wraithlord.
Mc Tic tac - Brightlance shot misses, both shruiken shots hit and wound, 1 save is failed leaving the cannoness with 1 wound left.
Sorry Mc Tic Tac, close but no cigar.
21st October 2007, 23:11
This is the big one gentlemen! The clash of the titans, I give you, the final round of the arena of death.
Doohicky vs Psychedelic Lictor
Spammy Galdorf could hardly stand the tension as he walked down the black corridor towards the arena, towards the final challenge. He had shown the deluded blood god worshippers the true power of chaos time and time again here during his 'stay' here. He knew he could not lose, he was the favoured of Tzneetch and no force in the galaxy could stop him from acheiving glory in his god's eyes. As he entered the arena he noticed that it was stained with the blood of all those who had died before. He thought of himself as just one competetor in amongst the many hundreds which only proved to him further that tzneetch favoured him. At the other end of the arena was a women, clad in black power armour with a scarelt cloak clipped to her shoulderguards. She seemed a little weedy for a finalist, but he supposed she must have some hidden trick up her sleeve for her to last this long.
He could practically feel the anticipation radiating off the crowd as a deafening shout from the audiance greated both the warriors. His arms rose as he basked in the cheers, accepting thier welcome with gusto. The sororitas at the other end of the arena was still, her un-flinching gaze upon him.
"Do you think you can best me, the chosen of Tzneetch?" Asked Galdorf "Or do you think your Emporer will lend you a hand? Because I am quite certain that he wont"
The sister of battle smirked.
"You chose the wrong side to be on, pawn of chaos. I will prove with pistol and sword that Tzneetch will not save you, merely leave you to stand alone, and take on the full extent of the Emporer's might. You cannot prevail here daemon, i will see to that"
Galdorf was about to reply mockingly when the shadowy figure's voice broke in.
"I congratulate you both for making it this far and I have enjoyed watching your little fights, you both have my thanks. As you both know victor of this fight will win his or her freedom. Duelists, Begin!"
The cannoness was the first to react, snapping off a shot with her pistol, Galdorf smiled as it was halted by the protection granted by his mark of Tzneetch.
"Another testament to show that tzneetch watches over me" Galdorf called over to the Cannones, who holstered her pistol and charged, sword raised above her head.
His delight increased as the psychic doombolts he sent over blew bloody craters in her blessed armour. He drew his blade, laughing maniacally.
Fontaine, hurt but unbeaten continued her charge. A shower of sparks herealded the meating of thier blades.
"Your Emporer has failed you, girl" The daemon Prince laughed at her between the criss-crossed blades before pushing her away.
"No, it is Tzneetch who has failed you" She replied.
She shlashed wildly, the daemon prince's free hand sparked with psychic energy as he threw it in the way of her blade, she snarled as her blade was deflected. She then ducked under a sweep of the Daemon Prince's sword, parried the second and lashed out again, scoring a shallow cut in it's leg. She then aimed her pistol at the cut and blasted away a chunk of it's flesh,so that she caught a brief glimpse of white from the bone inside. Instead of screaming in pain the beast was overcome by a fit of maniacal laughter.
"And that was supposed to hurt me?"
It then threw a playfull yet powerfull punch, hitting her squarely in the chest and sending her sprawling.
"Is this really the full might of the Emporer you where rambling on about earlier?"
Galdorf planted a foot on the cannoness' chest and spat in her face. In return the girl drove her blade through his foot, making him grin.
"Because I hope it's not"
Galdorf reached down and pulled the sword from his flesh, at once the blessed potents and wards inscribed on it burned his hand. He yelped in pain and dropped it instantly beside the cannoness, who managed to riggle out from under his foot pick up her weapon and cut another deep wound in the same leg. Galdorf was slightly taken aback, he hadnt experienced the sensation of pain for thousands upon thousands of years. He parried an overhand chop from the cannones and then kicked out, but missed her.
Fontaine took advantage of this opening in her oponents defences. She leapt up and cleaved the daemon prince's head from it's shoulders in one fluid sweep of her blade. She yelled in triumph as both she and the daemon prince hit the floor, only one of them alive.
She stood there, breathless. She had done it! She had prevailed. Behind her she heard a series of wingbeats and a loud thump which herealded the arrival of somthing bigger, she spun round. Facing her was the biggest daemon prince she had ever seen. It towered above her, well over twice the height and bulk of the one she had just faced, great black leathery wings furled and un-furled restlessly behind it. It's armour was extremely ornate and seemed impossibly ancient, every little detail bearing somthing showing it's alleigance to Khorne It slowly rose it hugely muscled arms and clapped, the on-lookers followed suit and joined in on the clapping. Fontaine knew this was the shadowy silohoutte that had been presiding over all the matches. Fontaine was dumbstruck by it's closeness.
"Very good corpse worshipper" It said, it's deep rasping voice even more impressive close up. Before it could say more Fontaine found her tongue.
"Let me go heretic you promised the winner thier freedom, I demand you let me go"
The daemon prince smiled, showing teeth sharpened to leathel points.
Before the cannoness could react, it plucked her from the ground an heald her close to it's face, it's fowl breath making Fontaine gag. It slowly started to squeeze, slowly crushing the life out of her.
"You... said..." She struggled to breath. "... the winner would have thier freedom"
"I lied" replied the daemon prince, it's grin growing wider. The crowd's laughter filled her ears as it effortlessly crushed the life out of her.
The final fight Dun dun dunnnnnn!
Psychedelic Lictor - Passes Ld test spirit of the matyr. Inferno shot hits, wounds but is saved.
Doohicky - Passes psychic test for Doombolt + warptime. All hit and wound. And only 1 is saved leaving the cannoness with 1 wound.
Doohicky - 4 attacks hit and wound despite re-rolls, but are all saved.
psychedelic Lictor - 3 attacks hit, 1 of them wound and the DP's inv. save is failed leaving the DP with 3 wounds.
Psychedelic Lictor - Passes Ld test for the spirit of the matyr. Inferno shot hits, wounds and the DP fails his inv. save leaving it with 2 wounds.
Doohicky - Psychic tests for warptime and doombolt are passed. All doombolts hit, wound but are all saved.
Doohicky - 3 attacks hit and wound but are all saved.
Psychedelic lictor - 3 attacks hit and wound (three 6s to wound wow!) and the DP fails all saves.
Psychedelic Lictor is the middleweight champion! Congratulations, I hope you bear the title with honour and glory!
Well then, i bring the arena of death to a close. Well fought gentlemen!
*Shakes the hands of Imperial Dragon, Cordova then all of the forumers who submitted thier entries.*
21st October 2007, 23:18
22nd October 2007, 02:37
I... I... I was killed by a Daemon Prince!?
And then the Cannoness won(ish)!
Ah man, I was doing so good...
Well congrats to Doohicky for killing me, and an even greater congrats to Psychedelic Lictor, the new Middleweight Champion!
22nd October 2007, 06:54
congrats to Psychedelic Lictor that cannoness was awsome
22nd October 2007, 07:27
I think lady luck was with Maureth when I kicked the bucket.
Still, this was a spectacular AoD with many players, finished in record time, with nobody whinging in between. Congrats, everyone. Congrats again to Psychedelic Lictor.
22nd October 2007, 07:50
I wonder if it gets to go to the forum archive like the othwer Aods
22nd October 2007, 07:53
should do as there were some really good fights and the stories were written up well
22nd October 2007, 08:26
Arrrgggh! I'm dead. Great final and great write up. Now I know what people must have felt like against my shadowfield! (But at least that stopped working after failing once!)
So many 2+ saves made!
22nd October 2007, 08:51
Daemon Prince used Bondage and hit for 9999 damage!
You are dead.
22nd October 2007, 09:02
Just thought I'd add my congrats :) 'Twas good to take part :)
22nd October 2007, 09:30
Great final write-up there, but I think the cannoness could have taken the daemon prince at the end. Congratz all, niec AoD.
22nd October 2007, 11:09
congratulations to the writers - the turn around of the rounds was incredibly impressive, made me look like an arthritic snail with constipation with the last middleweight! the stories were excellent as well - muchos compliments to the chefs :)
unlucky doohickey - while i was reading through the to rolls listing i couldn't believe how close it was, if it'd gone one more round i'd have been offered up to grandpapa nurgle!
hmm guess that nails it then - im'a have to start collecting these sobs in earnest... :lol:
26th October 2007, 16:06
Thank you very much all, twas fun writing this... yey the Aod has been archived! Whoo!
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