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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:49 pm
((Yellow wizard Anatoly needs food progress badly!))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:51 pm
((Don't get the reference. You fail.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:54 pm
((s**t, you've never played Gauntlet? Do you even know what an arcade is? >:O))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:56 pm
((Haha, I love Gauntlet! But the only reason I know of it is because there used to be a Gauntlet arcade machine at my old school...))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:59 pm
((Ohhh, got it now. Yeah.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:04 pm
((And now you understand how much a mission needs to start before I sleep tonight. Correct?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:05 pm
((...not so much, no. How's the Wiki coming? Your mission might just depend on that.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:07 pm
((Writing golems thing right now.
Joe, I'm going to log in a bit if a mission doesn't come up. Srsly. <_<))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:09 pm
((GO GO GO GO GOOOOOOLEM!
I haven't thought of one though! :0))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:21 pm
((The only mission we ever get is stealing Mystickers, man. It's just different variations of it. razz ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:28 pm
((I'M TRYING TO FIX THAT, OK?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 10:56 pm
"Every bit as ready as I'll ever be," Nathan sighed before being puppeted into a vehicle and tossed into the city minus a significant explanation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:29 pm
((You got a plan yet Joe?))
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:37 pm
((Yes. Yes I do.))
Rufus looked at the assembled rookies and sighed. "Since Wilde is still unable to accompany you, we'll be sending Farley along to help."
The Blazer Black Quartermaster stepped into the hall and nodded curtly at them. "Let's get going," he grumbled. He began to walk towards the hangar.
Crash looked in the mirror at the Guardians in the back seat. "Wow, no one's going to ask me any questions?"
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