Ghostface318

I'm looking to get to Wave 30 on the Settlement Survival mission in the DLC. I could use some skilled help.

GT: Chainsaw318

Punked by Patrick - Patrick makes wonderfully snide, dickish comments to other staff members playing games until they snap - a companion to Breaking Brad. Alternatively, Klepek prank-calls the Big Red Phone and Radio Dave, and leaves weird audio messages for the Tested Podcast

I've never liked the Chicago Bears much, since they shamed my Patriots in the 1986 Super Bowl (When a 300+ pound lineman gets a joke Touchdown carry in a Championship game, it's officially a shaming), but I may get extra joy out of their being bad this year if it makes Patick Klepek go nuts. It would be terrible to have to watch Jay Cutler weekly, much less root for him.

It's possible that the NFC North could have 2 playoff teams, and that they'll be the Packers and the Lions, while the Vikings and Bears try to break even. I'm not liking how either of those teams are built.

LORD, Legend of the Red Dragon, was a turn-based bulletin board system game, way back in the early day of online games. It was a text and ASCII game which involved training up a character against trainers and in duels with other players in order to level up to be able to defeat the Battlemaster, and then the Red Dragon, who has been terrorizing the countryside.

The game had a really strange, goofy sense of humor, with funny pre-written dialog between your character and the NPC's - allowing for well written random events when you venture into the woods around the game's hub to fight monsters to level up and when you attempt to flirt or sleep with NPC's or other players.

Someone mentioned it in the comments of one of the Farmville vids, and it brought back memories of dialing up the BBS to play this game. A little research shows that some of this game is freely available online, and the there are other places that are or have run it in cycles of a few weeks on the internet. From my quick look see, it seems like a round of the game can be a couple weeks, and death in game was permanent, but there are ways to track success over several rounds.

Would anyone like to try to put together a GB Community game of this? What would we need, and can someone more internet savvy than myself help me figure it out?

- Ghostface

I got in right away late last night, and I was just checking without seeing if anyone on my friend's list was in on it yet. It's a cool little thing.

Chainsaw318 on XBOX. Off work today and have an hour or two most nights. East Coast USA

Something has stuck with me from the meet-up - 
 
I am a drinker.  
I went to small, cold-weather liberal arts college in the rural Northeast. We did a lot of drinking.  
I was a member of several student groups and in a fraternity. I had "bros". We had events which focused on binge drinking and parties at which binge drinking occurred. 
I was social. I went out and met people. A lot of drinking in houses, bars, parks occurred. 
 I am a grown-up. I drink my painful days and memories away. 
 
The point is, I have done a lot of drinking, I have seen a lot of drinking, and I have know many depraved drinkers. I have never, ever seen something like what I witnessed on Saturday night. 
 
I put a half-full beer down on the bar, because I realized that I was getting close to the point of having to drive home, and needed to draw the line. Another merry-maker remarked in surprise that I was leaving it, and I told him I was driving. 
 
He asked if he could have my beer. 
"I've drank from it", I said, confused. 
"It's OK" he said, and smiled, carrying off his prize like it was a foundling puppy, and not a stranger's lukewarm half- pint. I watched him go without further words, and mulled the event the whole way home, and well after. 
To that young man, I say, "Huzzah and Bravo to you!" 
 
Oh, and I have a cold sore, so, sorry.

People are already in line, and there is a whole other panel to go before GB. Yup, two hours. People are crazy.

12 or 1, depending on the type. That's why you split cabs with strangers, or just go home with anyone you meet at a bar, because the trains have stopped running.