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Hear ye, hear ye. I hereby call to order this meeting of the most illustrious Mages Guild! Well, it seems we have run into a issue once again due to a certain individual touchcing a ancient artifact they shouldn't have. Now, as I understand it, due to this person touching the artifact, all guild members will be genderswapped for the next twelve hours, but that's the least of my concerns. The last time someone touched a ancient artifact, a department was blown out of existence so long ago that we all forgot about which department it was. So, to make sure there are no more incidents like such, we all must begin cataloging the ancient artifacts and making sure not to activate them while doing so, starting now. Now stop complaining about your genders being switched and get to work.
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"That," Sean says, "-is the biggest fucking rocket I've ever seen."
You grin, and run a finger over the guide-fin of the lowest RP-3 rocket. The massive rockets, with their 60-pound warheads, are mounted three to a wing in triangle-shaped hardpoints.
"Didn't think we had enough room inboard of the engines for anything but bombs," you say. "This... this is kind of awesome."
"We aim to please," Aussie Lassitude informs you. "And after I shot you three times, figured I should do something to show no hard feelings."
"The hell you did. Minna got me twice!"
"She what?" drawls Lassitude.
"She what?" says Sean.
"She what?" sniggers Ian.
You narrow your eyes at Aussie Lassitude. "I'll get you. And your little crocodile, too."
He snorts and waves you away. Having finally reacquired your pants, you and your crew are ready to take to the air. You go through your preflight check, checking the airelons, spoilerons, elevator, check, rudder, check, bored, check. powerplants, muahahahahahaha. The huge Double-Wasp radials kick over eagerly with a throaty roar, and soon your combat-loaded fighter is hurtling down the runway.
You circle Castle Barin for a bit, gaining altitude.
"Sure is pretty, isn't it?" Ian marvels.
You roll Club Ghostrider onto one wing so you can all look down at the Castle. It's mid-afternoon, and the white stone of the castle is catching the light nicely.
"It sure is," you agree.
"Cut the shit," Sean grunts from the back. "Time for me to work my ma-"
"HA-HA AWESOME GET TO IT," Ian says in brittle tones, and you hear him kick the divider between his compartment and the back of your cockpit.
Just had a new rule introduced after an incident at a game; No fucking swords allowed.
>Some friends and I went to a convention the day before a game >Bought a bunch of stuff, had fun, etc >Let inner weeaboo out and bought a katana >We all showed off our shit at the game >Only one whom bought a real sword so one guy had an idea to cut bottles up with it >There's a dog in the backyard that some others are playing with >One guy tries to murder the bottles >You can already tell how this goes >Lets his outer weeaboo out even more >Dog runs towards the fun >Without checking his surroundings like everyone else, swings sword to his side >RIP doggo >He hits the dog just above the eye, pretty deep cut >Blood everywhere though the dog was chill as fuck >Guy vomits in toilet, two others take care of the dog, I comfort the girl there >No swords at games now
So not exactly the best way to end a session. The dog is a champ and is fine, only needed six stitches. Apparently everyone who touched or cut something with a sword is at fault and has to pay the vet bill, don't know the price yet, and I'm the one whom is most at fault according to the guy because I was the one who brought the sword there.
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Archwizard Antruthius, Head of the Mages Guild and Master of all Arcane Schools
Hear ye, hear ye. I hereby call to order this meeting of the most illustrious Mages Guild! Now then, first order of business, because I find this hilarious. The fighters guild is petitioning for us to shut down our Department of Muscle Wizardry, claiming, and I quote "It isn't fair that wizards get all the nice things." I know, I know, it's great. SHOULD HAVE PICKED UP A BOOK, JOCKS! But anyway, turns out that they've got some sway or something, I don't know. Obviously, we're not shutting down the Muscle Wizard department, so we're either going to have to fold them into something else, or just rename them.
And before I forget, congratulations to Abgerth the Abominable on his five hundredth ressurection. We all though he would stop after one hundred, but look where he is now.
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