Approximately 13 hours. I did this because I'm going to be asleep half the day and then away from the PC the other half, dealing with my girlfriend's family reunion.
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Fingers crossed for Watson being the Vig. I don't care if it doesn't respect the source material. It would be too awesome.
How would that not respect source material? He carries his service revolver, and I think he fired it a few times through the course of the series. Most probably he's a guard being a doctor and all that.
If I had to guess, the vig will be Inspector Lestrade, though it would be funnier if he was a paranoid/insane seer.
Well this feels weird. It is game on but no narration until midnight?
Well that gives me plenty of time to phalla drunk.
Yeah, I didn't leave my girlfriends family reunion until almost 8pm and needed to nap a couple hours before work. Five hours of volleyball have worn me out and on top of it I have a head cold that has my nose running like a faucet. Working on Narration now.
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In the dark of night in the back alley slums of London, several blocks from Baker Street and the home of the legendary Sherlock Holmes, a gang of rough boys stood watch under the filthy light of tarnished streetlamps as a well drassed man knocked with a cane on the striker of a ancient oak door next to a red-tinted glass gas lamp.
"We're here to see the Abbot," he growled, when the striker slid open and revealed the pinched eyes of a hunched over brute. The door opened with nary a creak or stirring of sound, though as it opened the sound of music and revelry spilled into the street along with a warm light that revealed two unconcious bludgers on the ground on either side of the door.
A gaggle of dollymops giggled by inside the dwelling. Red velvet and trimmed lace decorated the interior of the posh whorehouse. A few toffers lounged on lush pillows amidst plates of fresh fruit and bubbling champagne, their lithe bodies draped over swell gents. Outside the brothel, a chavy boy dashed off into the alleys, spreading to the word to others and eventually to Sherlock Holmes over on Bakers Street.
"Hey guvner, ya won't believe it. Professor Moriarty is back in town!"
"Hrm, the game is afoot dear Dr. Watson. Prepare the growler."
Across town, a ladybird lay nude and bare on the ground, Miss Laycock mutilated and mangled while she grinned from ear to ear, a ragged slit opening her throat. Blood pooled on the ground and the distant wail of copper sirens and horns drew nearer.
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How would that not respect source material? He carries his service revolver, and I think he fired it a few times through the course of the series. Most probably he's a guard being a doctor and all that.
If I had to guess, the vig will be Inspector Lestrade, though it would be funnier if he was a paranoid/insane seer.
Well that gives me plenty of time to phalla drunk.
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Yeah, I didn't leave my girlfriends family reunion until almost 8pm and needed to nap a couple hours before work. Five hours of volleyball have worn me out and on top of it I have a head cold that has my nose running like a faucet. Working on Narration now.
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In the dark of night in the back alley slums of London, several blocks from Baker Street and the home of the legendary Sherlock Holmes, a gang of rough boys stood watch under the filthy light of tarnished streetlamps as a well drassed man knocked with a cane on the striker of a ancient oak door next to a red-tinted glass gas lamp.
"We're here to see the Abbot," he growled, when the striker slid open and revealed the pinched eyes of a hunched over brute. The door opened with nary a creak or stirring of sound, though as it opened the sound of music and revelry spilled into the street along with a warm light that revealed two unconcious bludgers on the ground on either side of the door.
A gaggle of dollymops giggled by inside the dwelling. Red velvet and trimmed lace decorated the interior of the posh whorehouse. A few toffers lounged on lush pillows amidst plates of fresh fruit and bubbling champagne, their lithe bodies draped over swell gents. Outside the brothel, a chavy boy dashed off into the alleys, spreading to the word to others and eventually to Sherlock Holmes over on Bakers Street.
"Hey guvner, ya won't believe it. Professor Moriarty is back in town!"
"Hrm, the game is afoot dear Dr. Watson. Prepare the growler."
Across town, a ladybird lay nude and bare on the ground, Miss Laycock mutilated and mangled while she grinned from ear to ear, a ragged slit opening her throat. Blood pooled on the ground and the distant wail of copper sirens and horns drew nearer.