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Technomancer and troubleshooter by trade. Programmer by choice. Creator of Deviant Paradigm, somewhat by accident.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005
Spycraft Night: Fast Run
Last night was Spycraft. Fast mission this time. We even managed to hit the bars before last call. And Jason finally got to use his Profession: Demolition Driver skill. They were trying to do a pickup at a biotech facility, but it got hit by thieves first. The thieves were just leaving when the team got there. So they chased them out of the building and to their car. Which Jason rammed with the team's van. They shot the thieves' car the rest of the way apart and then just called for their surrender. Faced by overwhelming, well-armed odds, the thieves surrendered, the team got their McGuffin, and that was that. The whole thing only lasted a couple hours, a new speed play record. Not quite as involved as I would have liked, but eh, it gave me the chance to still go drinking. I think I'm developing an unhealty taste for Jaegerbombs.
After the game had a warning for me too. I've got to watch myself. I take too much personal amusement from certain things. I look to be putting myself in danger of becoming something I hate. Before any of you jump to conclusions as to what this is, you might want to consider my opinions and history. For those of you who don't know me personally, it doesn't matter. I think I need a girlfriend rather desperately. Then I won't have to feel badly about things anymore, and I won't have to sit there feeling like a bitstuffed zero in a USB transfer. Though part of my problem is that I'd rather wait until I'm out of these stupid dorms again. At least then I'd be able to demonstrate why I'd have a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps despite my dislike of peppermint. There is a very good reason why that booze is a good addition to any romantically inclined bachelor's pantry. *grin*