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<blockquote data-quote="Graywolf-ELM" data-source="post: 2407632" data-attributes="member: 16236">And to get on the waiting list to play.GW visits Boston, and looks up The Abernathy crew.&lt;Lights are playing across the clouds in front of the game clubhouse, a crowd is milling around in the street, and the road is blocked off in both directions, with crowd control police at the barricades and bouncers on the front porch.&gt;I manage to squeeze to the front of the line, with combinations of misdirecting pinches, pats on the shoulder, and murmured &quot;Excuse me's&quot;.&nbsp; Two gamers get into a slap boxing match over who is better, Ernie or Dranko, tears flying, and red cheeks glowing as the light passes over the crowd.I make it up to the porch, and begin to ascend, when a meaty hand reaches out, and pushes against my chest.&nbsp; Where do you think you're goin' Huh?&quot;To the game sir, I'm a guest player tonight.&quot;Looking at me with obvious disdain, he grabs the much-used clipboard.Yer Name?...and spell it.&quot;Graywolf sir, G R A Y W O L F.&quot;With a little grin, and a more forceful push on my chest.Nope, no one by that spelling of Greywolf, back to the crowd with you.&quot;B-b-b-but, it's me, you have to let me in, I'm gonna be a new player.&quot;No, I don't think so buddy, that list is even longer.&nbsp; Shoulda spelled your name right.&quot;Noooooooo.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Graywolf-ELM, post: 2407632, member: 16236"] And to get on the waiting list to play. GW visits Boston, and looks up The Abernathy crew. [color=Green]<Lights are playing across the clouds in front of the game clubhouse, a crowd is milling around in the street, and the road is blocked off in both directions, with crowd control police at the barricades and bouncers on the front porch.>[/color] I manage to squeeze to the front of the line, with combinations of misdirecting pinches, pats on the shoulder, and murmured "Excuse me's". Two gamers get into a slap boxing match over who is better, Ernie or Dranko, tears flying, and red cheeks glowing as the light passes over the crowd. I make it up to the porch, and begin to ascend, when a meaty hand reaches out, and pushes against my chest. [b]Where do you think you're goin' Huh?[/b] "To the game sir, I'm a guest player tonight." Looking at me with obvious disdain, he grabs the much-used clipboard. [b]Yer Name?...and spell it.[/b] "Graywolf sir, G R A Y W O L F." With a little grin, and a more forceful push on my chest. [b]Nope, no one by that spelling of Greywolf, back to the crowd with you.[/b] "B-b-b-but, it's me, you have to let me in, I'm gonna be a new player." [b]No, I don't think so buddy, that list is even longer. Shoulda spelled your name right.[/b] "Noooooooo." [/QUOTE]

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