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Why you gotta throw it in my face like that? @Raptorpat do you see this? I'm being taunted.

I just mean is your email something that someone might mistype easily (a name and suffix, for instance, that might have slight variations like johnsmits vs johnsmita), or is it crazy? As far as usernames, I meant in the emails that were sent, did it say, "Hi Tsar123, blahblahblah" or "here's your account info username: blablabla password: blahblahblah.

It's like somebody cut the foot off of a Krogan, cut off the toes, hollowed it out, and tried to tell me it was a shoe.

Xsplit is streaming software. Do the emails use a name/username? Is it possible someone typed in an email wrong and it was yours instead? As a precaution, check your credit card/paypal statements and change your email password.

Neflet gallops to the group and attempts to discern the alpha. (Perception d20 = Nat 20 bitches!) Immediately, she is able to tell the leader apart due to his size and position in the pack. She charges directly at the alpha, careening into his body (melee d20 =11 hit for d4(3)+3 = 6 damage). As the wolf is propelled back, she rears and uses her hooves to deal another blow (bonus action melee d20 = 15 hit for d4(4) + 3 = 7 bludgeoning damage). The wolf lets out a sharp yelp and remains prone. Soon, his breathing slows. He is clearly very wounded and struggling. The other wolves remain poised to attack, but do not move.

Attestupa for the discerning capitalist

OOC: Attack rolls are d20 to hit, and generally need to exceed the enemy's armor class to hit. Nat 1 is an epic whiff with something bad happening as a result. Nat 20 is mad crit. Then there's a roll for damage using the weapon's specified stats and character modifiers. Unless everyone made a character sheet (I did) and the person creating the enemy gives them a fixed AC and HP, D&D rules can't work here. I'll make a character post in a bit. My kiddo has ABA now.

Now Jeff's taking it one day at a time.

Bring Jeff along right now. My Centaur needs someone to thirst for, and all of the men so far are losers Uhhhhh. . . no offense, guys.

I'd make it an eating competition. Every event. Joey Chestnut? Kobayashi? Your time to shine, gents.

"Then Terrell and Banarr will lead, the. . . uh. . . Chief, will middle, and I'll take the rear." Neflet scratches her head. "Sorry", she says, looking at the Chief character with a sour face, "Your new name is Monocles. I'll be damned if I feel referring to you as Chief. You're no Chiron of mine." The centaur takes a bit of the food that's been prepared and eats it discreetly, nodding in approval before taking more in a large dish. " As soon as we've finished this meal, we head out. And before a single one of you even tries to throw a single item on my back, know that I am no pack mule. I'll leave it on the path as sure as my hooves continue forward." Then looking over to Banarr and Terrell, she raises her chin slightly. "What is our path? Terrain? Expected encounters? And what do we make of that wretched Pahn? I suspect we'll meet up with him most coincidentally. How much of a threat will he be?"

Time to burn the house down

"I know no Stan, but I feel confident in my ability to take rear guard. I'd recommend the Dwarf and another dually lead the way. I'd feel better about our situation with an archer middling." Neflet looks around warily. "What can each of you do?"

I mean, commit to a character, check in everyday-ish (sorry guys!), and participate in the story. Help things move forward when you can, and say ridiculous shit as you see fit. Good times.

My feet are almost always freezing. I'd they get even a little too warm, it actually makes me rage.

Just remember, when counting cards, scope the tables first. Skip any establishments with continuous shuffle machines. Look for low deck number shoes and hand shuffles. Gamble downtown when you can, though I hear that's changing fast, too. Tacos been kicked once or twice for counting, and he's pretty good at it.

I want pistachio ice cream, now.

That's a LOT of guys

We're just dumb

That's our TV!

Binging these guys today. I love watching the emotional responses.

Lol "smart D"

I disagree. The Steve/Dustin dynamic is my favorite thing about the show. And I love Robin.

Left my house for maybe the third or fourth time since the original shelter in place in CA. It burns.

I will never understand the hype for Pearl Jam. Vedder's voice is awful. CONTROL YOUR GOD DAMNED VIBRATO YOU SOUND LIKE SOMEONE WITH PALSY.