Red Dwarf post-mort,then.
Jun. 21st, 2003 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyYou know, my RP fun level just hits the floor when I've been poisoned by gardening stuff, but I still had a verah good time. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pyat ran a tale of mob interference on Charon by the dreaded Sicilian Yakuza. You recognize them by their pink socks and red pants-suits. I was a bouncer ( a role I find easier to play than ever, with 'back of the line, please' becoming second nature to me) in love with a pleasure GELF (Genetically Engineered Life Form) , and nottheterritory a curry vendor/former special forces operative.
It was interesting. The prelude to any Red Dwarf game is pretty much 'people get into strange situation, end up stranded in cold universe last representative of humanity'. Which was about right.
The computer, of course, went senile about a million years ago, and I still don't know what happened to my true love/pile of snot. We shall see.
The poisoning, at least that's what I suspect happened, was because Snra Bitter & I had done some yardwork this morning, and I'd handled the Killex. I suspect I may not have washed my hands as well as I thought.
Dinner, which was held to a delightful trivia game at our local Firkin pub, has stayed down. The steak was great, lemme tell ya.
pyat ran a tale of mob interference on Charon by the dreaded Sicilian Yakuza. You recognize them by their pink socks and red pants-suits. I was a bouncer ( a role I find easier to play than ever, with 'back of the line, please' becoming second nature to me) in love with a pleasure GELF (Genetically Engineered Life Form) , and nottheterritory a curry vendor/former special forces operative.It was interesting. The prelude to any Red Dwarf game is pretty much 'people get into strange situation, end up stranded in cold universe last representative of humanity'. Which was about right.
The computer, of course, went senile about a million years ago, and I still don't know what happened to my true love/pile of snot. We shall see.
The poisoning, at least that's what I suspect happened, was because Snra Bitter & I had done some yardwork this morning, and I'd handled the Killex. I suspect I may not have washed my hands as well as I thought.
Dinner, which was held to a delightful trivia game at our local Firkin pub, has stayed down. The steak was great, lemme tell ya.
