So I had this dream last night...

[Terath Ninir]

Sheesh. You people seem to be floundering around to no porpoise...

 

[Torm]

Sheesh. You people seem to be floundering around to no porpoise...

Does the fact that you failed to phrase that in the form of a question mean you want the wet noodle flailing? And, did you not notice I already did 'porpoise'?

 

[Ranger REG]

Does the fact that you failed to phrase that in the form of a question mean you want the wet noodle flailing? And, did you not notice I already did 'porpoise'?

Hmm. Suddenly I'm hungry for seafood.

Ahh. I remember the good ole days where you find a special edible treat in every can of tuna: dolphin parts. Nowadays it is rare, because of some silly animal-fetish group stopping fisherman from taking full advantage of the ocean.

 

[Evilhalfling]

should'nt the mods be on Gar against this sort of thing?

have we floundered yet?

 

[Desdichado]

should'nt the mods be on Gar against this sort of thing?

Isn't that why we're doing it in OT though?

 

[Doug McCrae]

I had a dream that Pamela Anderson was running Rolemaster. She kept cheating on the die rolls. When I woke up I realised I'd fallen asleep during a session of Blue Planet run by Nicole Kidman.

 

[Rel]

You know all these bad fish puns are making me long for yesterday when we were just talking about "issue on the table".

 

[demiurge1138]

I've had some odd gaming related dreams. None about games run by celebrities, but a lot where my players go insane at the table, or attack me. And I did dream a vision of Hell so dark that I had to put it into a game.

One of my fellow players in a game I'm in said that she dreamt that we (the players) were playing tag, using the magical powers of our characters. Which is a little odd... er, cod. There, I'm on (off)-topic. Aren't I?

Demiurge out.

 

[Narfellus]

Doug McCrae, this ones for you!

[edit: Sorry, Narfellus, but even if the profanity filter can't look at pictures, Eric's grandma can.]

 

[Pielorinho]

Ahh. I remember the good ole days where you find a special edible treat in every can of tuna: dolphin parts. Nowadays it is rare, because of some silly animal-fetish group stopping fisherman from taking full advantage of the ocean.

That's actually not why: it's because of the mad scientists who made dolphins live forever. Surely you heard the story?

For those of you who haven't heard, here it is:

It was a scientist outside of San Francisco who discovered that baby redthroated seagulls have a chemical in their brains that, when fed to dolphins, reverses their ageing process, gives them spectacular healing properties, and essentially makes them unkillable. Of course, laws being what they are, his research was stymied by the fact that redthroated seagulls are on the Endangered Species list, and it was illegal for him to tread in their nesting ground, much less "harvest" the chicks.

That didn't stop our intrepid scientist: he ventured out under cover of darkness with a gunny sack and started stuffing it full of the chicks. Then he started heading back to his car--

--when what should he see, but a lion reclining in his path! It had apparently escaped from the San Francisco Zoo earlier in the day, and now it was right there, between him and his car, wearing a smoking jacket and paging through the New Yorker by the light of the full moon.

The scientist had no choice. He walked up to it verrrry carefully, and verrrrry cautiously stepped over it.

He was almost at his car when the floodlights burst on. "POLICE!" someone shouted through a bullhorn. "HANDS IN THE AIR! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"

He was quickly arrested, and charged with a serious offense:

Transporting underaged gulls across a staid lion for immortal porpoises.

Daniel