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Marauder_Pilot
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Post Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 8:26 am |
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Joined: Wed Apr 07, 2004 12:00 am Posts: 6831
Website: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=122705047
WLM: [email protected]
AOL: marauderpilot
Location: Doing strange things under the midnight sun
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As I was unable to save the previous thread, I'll have to go off memory. If I get it wrong, feel free to correct me!
Oh, no. Brain fart! I've forgotten half of the player's in-game names! Ack! Ok, could everybody please send me their character descriptions and stuff.
As I recall, Ruan, PiM, Waffle and gregnier were at the bar, or otherwise occupied. Myself, Capt and Queso were interrogating the Dragon's pilot. I forget his name, too. Great.
Oh, well, between all of us, I'm sure we can piece together everything.
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CaptPlatypus
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Post Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 11:40 am |
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Location: To have the right to do something is not the same as being right in doing it
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OOC: DANG, I had everyone's name written down, and I can't find them..Sorry. Also, Damien was going to join us I believe?
William stands up and stretches a bit. Looks at the small room they have been in.
"The out rim eh? I see. And you were a solo mercenary? No offense, but that is the hardest part of your story. How could you afford ammo, re-armor your mech...etc? Must be a pretty damn good pilot to raise enough cash solo. Tell me about your Dragon. How hard is it to fix that puppy up?"
He looks a Felix.
"What do you think Felix. Anything about his story strike you as odd?"
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quesoLOCO27
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Post Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:21 pm |
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oog: M_P, you should've TOLD me! I'd have saved it...!
"No," responds Felix simply, arms crossed. Her goggles gleam. "I'll bet he wasn't paid nearly enough to do this job. Because he's a desparate basta**.... Aren't you?" she asks the pilot tied to the chair.
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