DarkMatter D20: Drunk Southern Girls with Guns ... UPDATED - 8/18/05!

[Groutknoll]

It ok spyscribe, just wait 1 year after jonrog1's last post and call him out again.


Ah, poor Jo... It's great to see the new creative ways you make her suffer...

 

[Kanegrundar]

Alright! Good to see you're back, Jonrog!!!

Kane

 

[Dakkareth]

YeeeeeeehaaaAAAAWWWW!!!

 

[Pierce]

Yes! I love me some updates! Great stuff.

For those of you (like me) whose memory gets a little fuzzy past a day or two, here's links to the previous two entries:

http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=1288137&postcount=582

http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=1429993&postcount=620

Good to see you back JonRog!

 

[ledded]

Ah, many thanks jonrog1. I look forward to more updatey goodness of the creepy persuasion. Between you and OldDrewId it's a wonder I don't sleep curled up around a worn teddy bear, a bottle of thorazine, and a loaded .45.


Man, all of my favorites are updating lately, even jonrog1... the stars must be aligned properly or somethin'.

 

[AGFlynn]

Ah, many thanks jonrog1. I look forward to more updatey goodness of the creepy persuasion. Between you and OldDrewId it's a wonder I don't sleep curled up around a worn teddy bear, a bottle of thorazine, and a loaded .45.


Man, all of my favorites are updating lately, even jonrog1... the stars must be aligned properly or somethin'.

Add a bottle of Old Bushmills and tinfoil undergarments to that list and you pretty much have my every night.

 

[Terwox]

Ahh, glad to see this one coming back. Great stuff.

 

[barsoomcore]

Thanks, jonrog1. Love seeing Jo suffer.

 

[Warrior Poet]

I know yer s'posed to be careful what you wish for, and I'd like to think I am, but I wish I could write as well as you do.

Been reading from the periphery for a long time (uh, well, since you started writing this story hour), and it delivers every time. Cheers to you and your pen, cheers to your players for making the story come alive so well.

Sometimes so well that you have to beat it back into the grated sewer hole it emerged from, drooling and slavering and dripping with ichor, and it just wants to caress you, and hold onto your brain for a while, and your REM sleep patterns turn to run and find their shoelaces tied together.

Thanks for the update.

Warrior Poet

 

[slingbld]

John, great stuff as always!
Just letting y'all know as well that I'm still copying all the story hour info into the word.doc I started when he was last posting prolifically.
Once he's completed "Dark Canada" I'll post the compiled story from begining to end right here. Just an FYI: It's currently over 65 pages long at 10 point font.....

Slingbld~