september '99 comments


uber mock    - Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 18:32:46 (EST)

I was wondering about something before the last game, but forgot to ask about it. How is bashing vs. lethal damage going to dealt with? As far as I can tell it would only affect how Vampires healed wounds, but I'm assuming the ST's have something else to say about the issue. Laterz

Bomb   <click to email>
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 13:06:12 (EST)


mock    - Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 11:54:55 (EST)

Quick!!! Who am I?: >-< ...0-: I'll give you a hint, it ain't jesus, and it ain't satan....

not a mocking person    - Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 22:15:09 (EST)

Suddenly...I'm not half the wolf I used to be... There's a shadow hanging on to me...Oh Oblivion...came suddenly. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Not a dead werewolf    - Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 10:24:07 (EST)

I look into the dusty, cracked mirror and can only smile ferally. My reflection is not what it used to be. This memory of a mirror reflects my memory of what I was. A Garou. Pointed ears, scruffy hair, a more pointed face. My pride, my reward for my hard work, my tattoo, is twisted and warped. It has covered at least half of my face, and seems to taunt me, as I was once so very proud of it. I know it is my Shadow. It is that Wyrm taint that brought me to this place. My pride was my downfall. Sept Alpha. Whatever. I can only hope that this land is in fact a second chance. A chance to fight the Wyrm, to bring glory to Gaia, and to further awaken the Machine. I AM GAROU!!

Jack Webb  < >
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 01:49:30 (EST)

::looks at the Princely one and waits for a reply, not having heard this one before now::

Didnt Kill the Changling   < >
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 01:24:44 (EST)

*evil laughter*

Not a Dead Troll   <>
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 01:15:40 (EST)

That was the creepiest damn post ever. "Troll from beyond the grave explains her actions". This is truly a World of Darkness kids.

The Mighty Crowe   <>
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 01:11:37 (EST)

Ok you's MY side of the story!!! A pack of 4 werewolves, in full crynos form, stormed into the changeling freehold and me, (the troll) had sworn an oath to protect the Lansing Changeling no matter what may come. We may not be a race with the most physical prowess, but we stand up for ourselves, and protect our kind and our alies. If the werewolves wanted to talk, we would have been more than happy to set up a meeting, but storming into our freehold is another matter. As the protector I did what I could to protect my kind (and got (literally) thrown around a lot in the process) and since your alpha happened to get stunned in the doorway, it was our turn. We had no idea of how long he would stay paralyzed, and worried about a frenzy when he came out of it, so we finished him. In the heat of combat things get confused and crazy, and it seemed the right option at the time. In retrospect, perhaps the werewolf alpha would have been a good bargaining chip, but Changeling safety had to come first at that moment. THerefore, I exchanged my life for the safety of all Lansing kithain, doig my sworn duty. We're sorry if ayone is upset, but it had to be done.

not the dead troll   <>
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 00:40:20 (EST)

Yes Prince Micheal. It seem like your kind did kill a noble of ours. A member of the Parliment of Dreams at that. They have of course been notified, and if we can't come to some sort of agreement I pity what will happen to the Children Of Lilith when they do arrive... Perhaps you need to keep a better reign on those in your city.

Lady Selena    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 23:54:43 (EST)

Hold up here....What do you mean a vampire killed a changeling Noble??? We are not part of this...Ok...I have a big enough head ache right now with the Sabbat....the Changelings and the Garou want to fight, good for you...But leave us vampires out of it. Murder solves nothing....I hope your to race's can see that before you wipe each other out, kill only when and where you must....I hope your kinds can come to a peace arrangement and I am willing to mediate such an arangement if both of your races consent...I thank you for your time.

Prince Michael   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 23:18:35 (EST)

Oh if Akalai could only bother to learn to use a computer. Silly Lupus Fianna Ahrouns! Hey Changling folks, if you can find my character in the Umbra, I'm sure he'd talk with ya in a civil manner seeing that he is somewhat "related" to you guys. :p

Mike    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 13:45:37 (EST)

I have a proposal for the wolves as well. Since you obviously hate Brittney Spears almost as much as I do, why don't we do the following: select one of your kind through whatever means you see fit. Then, he or she and I will track down the hated singer and bring back her severed head as a trophy. Then we can quit this feudin' and a fussin' and get down to some lovin'. What do you say?

Jack    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 12:58:38 (EST)

We cruckin' sound like a pack of necro humpin dead chick lovin' vampires. What a bloody rag of a two dollar whore's refuse disgrace we cruckin b'came. I'm fragin' bummed that jacky is dead, he was a blast to joke with and cruckin' pester for 500 rides on the pony at meijers, that's five bucks for you mundane mayo in the arm pit lovin' arses. Joey bear and aklaine battery i have a proposal for you two, it ain't much but it's somfin.

Icabod Smith    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 12:41:52 (EST)

So running into a diner in full werewolf form and beating up on a large number of people who are, for the most part attempting to run away is honorable, but being attacked in turn by the weapons at hand is not? I could see coming in mortal form and roughing up some people. Hell, I could even see coming in werewolf form and trashing this place as an acceptable way to make a point. But I'll ask you all: what exactly would have been an "honorable" response to a bunch of 10foot tall wolfmen coming in and beating you up? If its any consolation, I'm sorry Jack is dead. He seemed like an OK guy, even if he wouldn't pay us our money. Hell, I'm even willing to admit we were at fault for his death. But to assume that all the blame lies on our head and that the werewolves were innocent victims in this matter is silly. The werewolves initiated combat; whether they were just trying to rough us up or not is irrelevant. Combat is chaotic and dangerous, and everyone was well aware of the risks involved. Both sides have some level of responsibility in Jack Webb's death. If the werewolves want a vendetta and are going to ignore this aspect of things fine, but I will point out one thing. You had 3 werewolves show up to fight, and one, your leader, died. That you can wipe us out is not in dispute; my question is how many of your own are you willing to lose in the fight? Even one more loss on your side is a serious blow that weakens your fight against the worm or the snake or brittney spears or whoever else you've got a bee up your asses about, and while we aren't the furry death machines you are, we are capable of some resistance. How much is our deaths worth to you? As a final note, I'd like to ask a question of you, which I think concerns both our race and yours: who were the gunners in the cars, and why did they attack AT THE EXACT MOMENT YOU WERE LEAVING? I think there's more going on here than either of our groups wants to look at at the moment.

not a potato    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 12:32:12 (EST)

Why trees shouldn't talk!

Not a Chipper Shredder!    - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 00:02:29 (EST)

No. No. No. You see Pooka, see where your pranks have gotten you?? Hmm... yes without the troll you might have actually ended up as good sluagh stew! Think on it... MURDER

Not a Kiss Up!    - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 23:16:04 (EST)

Now is the time to learn. Now is the time for understanding. Now is the time to put yourself in the others place. How many of you are brave enough to make the leap? Can you look to that hollow gap and face the fate within? Are you ready to pay the price for the shrugged vision? Do you know what that price really is? It is greater than myself and if you can percieve it... it will put you in awe every day that you live. To some my words may sound like an escape, to others it may sound like ranting, but it is a truth that we must all learn. The time has come for nature to take it's corse and teach us the lesson that will blind side us all. Nature needs a little hand. I don't know about the rest of you but...I intend to give it everything I am.

Doug, "tree", Ghille Dhu, "plantman"   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 23:05:17 (EST)

Kissing ass?! Excuse me!?! Oh, I guess that's what you Changelings call coming to a deeper understanding of oneself and trying to make amends for one's previous actions. I fully admit that I was somewhat at fault during the unfortunate incident, and I realize that there is nothing I can do to rectify what I have already done. At the time, I was quite enraged at the treatment my "friends" were recieving, and, not thinking, lashed out by shooting one of my dearest companions in the back. I am not proud of this, and would thank you to not bring it up again until I've had more time to deal with it on a more personal level. However, there is still a tad bit of difference between incapacitating somebody and lopping their head off! Oh, that's right, now I remember: the troll swore the Oath of Guardianship of a Diner Full of Lunatics! Yep, when I think of honor, I think of slaying people who were trying to leave and can't defend themselves at all!

Edward Bellows   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 22:33:01 (EST)

Hey! Listen up. What the troll did was within the realm of honorable. He was simply protecting what he was sworn to protect. Oh, and Pooka... kiss some more ass while you're at it... You were the one who Paralyzed Jack Webb, therefore you are the one directly responsible for his death. Hope you can live with that on your little squirrel head!

Not a Kiss Up (the pooka is doing a fine job)    - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 20:35:18 (EST)

I agree completely. Up to this point, the actions of the Changelings in the area have been idiotic - foolish at best - but this time they have gone too far. To disrupt such a deeply personal and symbolic meeting between the werewolves was highly improper, but to cut down a fellow 'shifter in such a disrespectful and cold-blooded manner not only crossed the line, but mangled the line to the point of incoherence (not to mention the Happy Faerie Dance that was later performed). I shall mourn the loss of Jack for the rest of my existence; he was a true friend to myself, and one whom I could always count on. With these events taken place, I am ashamed of not only myself, but every joke I have told, every prank I have pulled, and every Changeling I have trusted; thus, I have no choice but to hereby renounce myself from the Dreaming and everything associated with it. If the weres would kindly adopt an orphaned squirrel (along with my deepest and humblest apologies) I would be forever in your debt; if not, I understand completely. As for the rest of you, you can only hope to aspire a fraction of the honor and priciples that Jack Webb stood for. Thank you for your time, and may Gaia save us all.

Edward Bellows (formerly GMP,DLotTR)   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 19:49:02 (EST)


If you are reading this, thank you for the trust in letting me run Deja Vu while you are away. I promise that it will be in the same shape when you get back as when you left, and I know Lucky will take care of Chips as well.

I wish you the best of luck in Baltimore. Be safe, my friend.


Might be Sarah, but isnt sure yet  <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 19:17:11 (EST)

Listen up, Changlings. Its not that you killed a Werewolf, its that you killed a werewolf who was incapacitated. This is known as dishonorable amoung the more intellectual members of the world. If you had simply given him back to us, instead of Bruhnhilda decapitating Mr. Webb, we wouldn't have taken any further action. As it stands, you are all marked for death. Live(for a while) with it. Have a nice day.

Craven Daniels   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 18:38:32 (EST)

Ok, let us get this straight. You're pissed about Brittney Spears, so you come slap us around. The troll defends himself, and kill's one of you in the process. You promptly kill the troll. Now you want to kill all of us. I think this has less to do with avenging Jack Webb's death, and more to do with trying to cover up the fact that a CHANGELING KILLED A WEREWOLF!!!!! I mean, c'mon wolfies, you don't see us threatening doom and gloom to the blood suckers just 'cause they killed one of our nobles. Here, try the following; it may help you feel better. Stand in front of a mirror, and say to yourselves 10 times: "killing things does not make my penis larger". Then say "I'm OK with who I am. I am smart, attractive, and people like me" Trust us, anger management is a wonderful thing.

not the changelings    - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 17:05:00 (EST)

It has been claimed that there is a threat to Lansing from the outside that will overwhelm the city should it reach here. Therefore I am travelling to Baltimore to investigate. If this is so I will be fighting to make certain that this threat never reaches our borders.

Why at this point I dont encourage such a thing, I dont know. Perhaps I have something to prove. I only know this, my grandfather didn't survive for hundreds of years against the Sabbat and give me all his knowlege so I could turn against his teachings for reasons of simple personal vengence. Mr. Bell is one of my clan, he is higher ranked than me. It is not my place to say that he is wrong without first seeing with my own eyes.

Deja Vu is now Sarah's, Chips is now Lucky's. All of my holdings for the time being are to be divided between Sarah and Lucky as they see fit.

Be well and keep safe - Carlos

Not Carlos   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 16:29:24 (EST)

By the way . . . I'm Asian, so watch out!!!

Edmund   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 14:38:17 (EST)

Hi, I'm a random spin that would like to join a Live Action Role-Playing game. I was wondering how I could contact someone (like Mike "Mr. Mike" Robinson . . . spin . . . :) ) at this comic shop known as Fortress. Does anyone know his e-mail address. I wanted to probably start this Saturday to take part in your festive get-together. Thank very much! . . . *spin Crampton* . . . he he . . . if not, I might have to bring Gregor Antilles (a.k.a. Basil) back . . . mwa ha HA!!!

Your name here: Edmund  <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 14:36:11 (EST)

Why do these absolutely horrible groups have to be linked to the Changelings?? Hmm.... oh, the terrible banality they carry....

Not a Doom Fish    - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 12:15:54 (EST)

Killing Brittany won't solve anything. What about Christina Aguilera, Backdoor Boys, and In the sink? We'd have to kill them too....

...   <click to email>
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 08:29:11 (EST)

Wow. Abominations are stupid too. So, if you kill Brittany Spears then she won't be around to make any music and eventually they will stop playing it.... duh!

Not a Tater    - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 00:15:12 (EST)

Its not that Brittany Spears is of the wyrm, its that her music is.

An Abomination   <click to email>
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 21:19:45 (EST)

Werewolves are dumb. Why don't you just go kill Brittany Spears since she seems to be the heart of all your problems.

Not the Changeling Storyteller    - Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 21:08:50 (EST)

Regardless of whether it is was your "bad", every Changling that was present when Mr. Webb died will die a very painful, excruciating death...

Not a werewolf    - Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 18:50:58 (EST)

We would like to post the following message to the werewolves concerning the events which transpired last saturday: Whoops. Our Bad. Thank you very much.

not the changelings    - Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 16:50:22 (EST)

Some of you don't seem to believe me about the horror of the sweet potato, so let me relate a little personal tale of horror to illustrate the looming peril of the yam. This was back in '68 or so. I had just finished bombing another one of those damn hippy communes. fucking hippies, they breed like rabbits and are always trying to steal your mayonaise. Of course, they're easy to kill since they all follow that "peace and love" philosophy and therefore fight like sissies. But that's a different matter. Anywho, I was walking back to my car when I noticed several especially dirty and blank-eyed hippies staggering my way. At first I figured it was the drugs, but then I saw it: the foul corrosive brew of salivia and sweet potato dripping down their chins. They staggered towards me, yelling out things like "join us! it's bliss!" and "give us your mayonaise". Their leader pulled out the ugliest, most evil looking vegatable I've even laid eyes on, and with cow-like peace upon his face asked if I wanted to joing their "groovy" ranks. Needles to say, one thing led to another, and I was forced to hang all 10 of them by their own intestines. But I got to keep my soul, and more importantly my mayonaise, so I guess it turned out all right. Now, you all out there hearing this may think its a tall tale and that I'm making it up, but if you do you're nothing but a commie hippy yam lover, and I hope you rot in hell. "peace" my ass.

Jack    - Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 17:50:59 (EST)

Now hold on: eating Sweet Taters is no problem for those of us with the 3-point "Iron Stomach" merit. Of course, this creates a whole horde of new problems for the average Changeling ("must.. join.. House Balor.. quickly...").

Grand Moff Pooka, Dark Lord of the Third Realm   <click to email>
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 14:14:55 (EST)

Actually... Sweet 'Taters do 2 agg damage just touching them... looking at them cause 1 agg and don't even get me started on what happens when you eat them. Just remember all 'Taters are not the same!

Grim Mistress   <click to email>
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 18:25:02 (EST)

AAAARRRGGGH!!! NOOOO!!! NOT SWEET POTATO. IT BURNS!!! IT BURNS!!! Psst...psst..Jack keep it up at this rate we'll have a stockpile of sweet potato for years. If you desire the secret between the wierd and the wyrd look into the yam. Flava Unit hats off to you and your 2 tater shake. You are a grand inspiration for changeling bunks. Thank you!!!

Doug,"tree", Ghille Dhu, "plantman"   <click to email>
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 17:53:38 (EST)

Death to yams!!!!! Ye non-believer's who foolishly follow the unholy yam will fall into the valley of the damned at Ragnarok!!!! There, ye shall be tormented with Britney Spears and little leggo men singing "here comes the sun"....

Jack    - Friday, September 24, 1999 at 14:04:32 (EST)

Casey, contact me please. It is urgent.

Vic Pisanob   <click to email>
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 12:43:59 (EST)

The 'taters can never be out of control!!!! Step in line 'taterboy!

Grim Mistress    - Friday, September 24, 1999 at 09:57:48 (EST)

The 'taters are WAY out of control. I shake my head at you one time, no, better make it two!

Flava Unit 2   <click to email>
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 07:24:32 (EST)

Memorable Quote # 1 (This Fall):

Jack Webb to Prince Michael: "Gaia created a shifter for each animal but we killed most of them. It was the darkest chapter in our history but hey, these things happen!"

Quote Master P    - Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 21:29:31 (EST)

No, no. you don't need any special combs. The nature of you being Changeling already will make the picutres "wierd".. oh, wait, that's different then "wyrd" isn't it??
Sometimes I don't think so....

Grim Mistress   <click to email>
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 18:40:48 (EST)

I have recently been informed, by a close friend of mine, of a fabulous object known to wither changelings like vampires in a tanning salon. This object is... the Unholy Sweet Potato of Enoch!!!
Tremble Cower and Fear before my Sweet Potato Changelings. For I have found it and am coming after you!!!!
You changleings can come your hair with... MY SWEET POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!

The Midnight Spin   <click to email>
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 18:26:15 (EST)

Will the changelings get chimerical combs? What about pictures? Do we have to stick around for wyrd and chimerical photos? If so can we touch them up with red eye pens... or magic marker... or crayons... or duct tape... or taters?

Doug, "tree", Ghille Dhu, "plantman"   <click to email>
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 16:49:08 (EST)

Can the Were's have grooming brushes?

The Midnight Spin   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 17:46:51 (EST)

Please remember that this Saturday is Picture Day!!!!
So please make sure to dress up and if you don't plan on LARPing, just come so I can get a quick shot of you.
And sorry to say, but you'll all need to bring your own little combs....

The Grim Mistress   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 17:45:27 (EST)

Please remember that this Saturday is Picture Day!!!!
So please make sure to dress up and if you don't plan on LARPing, just come so I can get a quick shot of you.
And sorry to say, but you'll all need to bring your own little combs....

The Grim Mistress   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 17:45:04 (EST)

Just a couple of quick announcements...

Storytellers: Can one of you four get me a list of characters and what traits they bought during their downtime so that I can update the sheets? Would be greatly appreciated before Friday. Thanks

The Players: Kinda related to the above. I will be putting in all the character sheets into grapevine this week, so you will all have the printed sheets by the game. I will attach the character sheet that I see is the most current to it, as well as any equipment cards that I see with the sheets. If you see any errors, please come and tell me with BOTH sheets (old and new) so that I can verify mistakes and I will make a note to fix it by the next week. Also, everyone should have a folder by this game, if you don't, come to me and I'll get you one by the next game. I will probably be getting a new box to, so we have a handle, and more room for all you new folks.

I think that is all for now, if I have anything else I'll say it Saturday before the game. :) Till then...

Mike Ruyle   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 16:48:26 (EST)

This is not a test.

Skippy  <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 14:43:48 (EST)

This is a test.

Pengie Mistress  <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 12:56:08 (EST)

I can...probably...grow your taters but I need more glamor.

Doug "tree"   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 23:52:01 (EST)

SATAN IN DISGUISE!!!!....YEA!...oh...yes...or a very crafty tater..

Jordan Bringer of the Wisdom of Pants   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 22:45:50 (EST)

I didn't mean for my post to sound like I was whining, but if it came across as that, sorry. You'd like me to play a Lupine, eh? I'll think about it, but I'd like to talk to you and Pyle in person before I ditch what I have now. A Shadowlord or Wendigo Philodox sounds like it'd be fun. Maybe a Fianna Galliard? Anyway, laterz all.

Adam   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 18:51:17 (EST)

Adam, you are being respected in some circles as a good role-player now. Do not ruin your quickly building reputation by pointless whining and flagrant displays of ignorance. Why does a Garou carry a shotgun? Because he wants to. Why would a Garou kill a person with a higher humanity than them. Because Garou never were human, generally hate humanity, and don't give one goddamn what they kill. Now this may sound a bit snippy Adam (and I suppose from a certain point of view it is) however, I offer you a chance to expand your reputation and skill as a role-player even further. I invite you to play one of the Dying Warriors, a Garou, as your new character and learn what the World of Darkness is really about. I mean this in all seriousness and friendliness. What do you say?

The Mighty Crowe   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 18:41:59 (EST)

It's so sad to report that due to this years weather that there is a tater shortage.....all those who have excess taters are asked to donate to "Taters for Humanity".

Grim Mistress   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 18:29:20 (EST)

I have many things to say, let me begin. 1) Many of you dont know me very well. Let me introduce myself. I am Carlos Barrett, peacekeeper of the city, former Prince, Sheriff, Scourge, Primogen and all around pain in the ass. 2) I am now considered an anarch. For those of you who dont know what that means, it means I dont like the Prince. 3) Why? Because he's a pretentious, overblown Ventrue mouthpiece who knows only to destroy. I will not tolerate this in the city I've called home for more than a year. 4) Some of you might say "He's new, let him have a chance." I say he's done more damage in two weeks than the enemies of this city combined the last year. Two of our number are dead, several wounded, torched buildings, dead mortals. The list begins and ends here.

We are Kindred, our powers have directed the creation of unimaginable works. Our Empires have spanned continents, our monuments have touched the stars. We are immortal and posessed of the strength of gods. Kindred need not f ollow through fear into a war as mere foot-soldiers for a Prince, drunk on power and intent on bloodshed. Take the power for yourselves. Abandon hatred handed to you through the superstition of your elders. See through your own eyes who should be killed and who should live.

I once thought the Camarilla could be this city's savior. I have persuaded long perished friends to join me in this quest. I was wrong and I apologize. There are others though who would help regain this city for freedom in the vision I have described. If you agree, even in part, to what I have said above call me. The number is easily found. I will answer all your questions.

Be well my brothers and sisters. There will be more to come.

Carlos  <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 05:08:57 (EST)

Some of the vampire players have been sending their downtime to both me and Pyle. It sounds like a good idea to me. So if you're having trouble reaching Pyle at his e-mail or maybe Pyle just wants an extra hour to play out a scene or two at the beginning of the LARP I can take care of this. Make sure though to still to send your down time to BOTH of us so that it can be discussed at the storyteller meetings (which I cant attend due to school). The email adress is below.

Dave   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 03:17:00 (EST)

Why would a lupine GLASSWALKER HOMID WISE GUY want to carry around guns? Gee, I don't know. Why would a Tremere wear a balistic vest just because he is being hunted by Werewolves? I guess the answers to these questions are far beyond the means of such mortals as we to answer. Perhaps the better question to ask would be...Why am I throwing taters at your head? Ya know, I don't really have an answer to that one either, but I am having fun!
I could do this all day! ...THWACK!

Nathan   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 01:41:57 (EST)

Peace with the Garou... It seemed very odd to her, as long as she could remember, Garou and Vampire had fought.. There had even been a Garou attack since her arrival..and now, less than a week after, the Garou and Vampire were in treaty? And now the issue of the Sabbat.. Certainly, if the Camarilla Prince, Michael and the Sabbat waged an all out war, Lansing would suffer..perhaps be destroyed. What would happen then, where would they go? Another city, perhaps, if they lived to walk away. The question that ran thru her head was this: What is a Prince without a city to rule? True..Lansing, by rule of the Camarilla, belonged to Michael. But..the city would become a ghost town if the Sabbat and Camarilla warred here. She shook her head, thinking, hoping that something would happen to prevent that. Lansing was her home now..and she rather liked it here. With a sigh, she dressed, and went to DejaVu to find Carlos....

Sarah Buchanan  <click to email>
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 23:33:05 (EST)

Joy, if you could post scott's email address for me I'd appreciate it. Jordan, if you could post your's as well. I've already sent out the messages for you Joy, and you, Blodgett. All is going according to plan. BTW: Who am I 0:-) (I'll give you a clue, it ain't jesus...) Or Who am I? 0 (Blodgett better get this one)

John, the unholy ruler of the nether regions of his pants    - Monday, September 20, 1999 at 19:50:03 (EST)

Hello Lansing. As the kindred know, I have replaced the Tremere failure, Cyrus, as head of the Tremere clan in Lansing, and have taken his place as Regent of the Chantry - once it is rebuilt. I thank you, Garou, who disposed of him. It saved us the trouble.

Vic Pisanob   <click to email>
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 16:36:31 (EST)

Sorry about the page being down - the TCI (now AT&T, not that it helps) cable modem was down over the weekend, and they apparently have some strange religious commandment along the lines of "Thou shalt not have Weekend Tech Support" or something. Not that I am bitter. Just evil. And when they have twenty tons of mashed taters delivered right outside their door, I will have nothing to do with it. Even if they are sculpted in a huge demonic form. Nope. Not me.

So don't bitch to me about the page being down. And absolutely do NOT, under any circumstances, start driving by the TCI/AT&T building on Trowbridge Road by the Pretzel Bell restaurant and pelting them with taters. I know I wouldn't be party to such nonsense.

Pengie Mistress  <click to email>
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 16:34:29 (EST)

Criminy, it took long enough for the page to load. Anyway, I've got a couple questions: 1) Why would a Lupine feel it necessay to tote around a shotgun in Crinos? 2) Why would a Lupine feel compelled to decapitate an individual whose humanity is higher than his own? If you're reading this and wondering if I'm still bitter about some of the going's on on saturday, well yes, I am. If Cyrus had been the ONLY character to die, I wouldn't have cared that much. Laterz all

Adam   <click to email>
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 16:30:07 (EST)

Mister Joey Collons, Im am distressed to hear how you wish to work things out with Cyrus, perhaps I didnt make myself clear....If even a hair is harmed on any of my friends heads, there shall be retribution....You stay on your side of the fence, the woods, and we shall stay on ours, the cities. If you want a fight, go ahead provoke one....But I gaurentee you will not like the results. Michael

Prince Michael Imer-Shmachz   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 15, 1999 at 16:26:53 (EST)

Why is it that leeches always seem to think they can politic there way out of everything. Hell they probably think it was politics what let death skip em buy. Well I for one don't take no ****in double talkin' side step as a get out of jail free card. You hold truck wit da Wyrm, I don't hold truck wit you. So you want to meet me say face to face and we can "discuss" my thoughts on the subject. Just give me a ring. Who knows, maybe I will believe you, and intercede wit da other garou. Either way....problem solved. Talk to you soon, Cyrus.

Joey Collins   <click to email>
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 01:15:15 (EST)

It had been a very interesting evening... The Primogens all gathered around the table..Prince Michael...and meeting this..Carlos. There were many things to do, to see, to explore in this city..and she had the time to do them all

Sarah Buchannan  <click to email>
- Monday, September 13, 1999 at 18:02:41 (EST)

Okay, gouging out the Boggan's intestines was pretty funny, and we could have all gotten a good laugh out of it, but you just had to take it too far, didn't you? You just couldn't help but to burn down the bar as well, and ruin it for everybody, could you!? Now, instead of being able to enjoy fresh n' tasty Boggan burgers, we'll have to make do with crummy, reheated Boggan burgers! And with every bite of that dry, chewy meat, I'll be reminded of your vile, contemptable actions that day, and I'll renew my vows: you'll pay; oh yes, you're all going straight to Hell, as soon as I find out where that fucking switch is!! *froths an icky black bane-foam*

Grand Moff Pooka, Dark Lord of the Third Realm   <click to email>
- Monday, September 13, 1999 at 11:34:37 (EST)

This message is aimed primarily at the Garou, but all are welcome to read it. While you're probably going to tell me to shove my explanation in an indecent place, I'll write it anyway. I've been accused of being infernal by the Garou, "Wyrm Tainted", to be precise. However, I for one, do not know what the Wyrm is, or what its purpose is. As such, I believe our definitions of infernal are different. Infernal to a cainite is dealing with demons to be granted favors. I have done no such thing, nor would I ever, as it is forbidden by my clan. I hope this aleviates some of the hostility between the Garou and myself.

Cyrus   <click to email>
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 00:35:16 (EST)

He'd heard that they were coming. Somehow, the hell that was Lansing was drawing other supernaturals. Garou, like himself, Leeches, and those strange Fae. They were converging tonight, Saturday night, on Lansing. No way he was going to be a user about this whole thing and not be ready for it. He chewed absently on the end of a bic pen and picked up his briefcase. He had some issues to solve before they arrived.

Jack Webb  <click to email>
- Saturday, September 11, 1999 at 15:48:19 (EST)

Okay Changeling folks: I was orginially planning on being at the Fortress early and hence I wanted you there very early. However as things would have it, I can't be there as early as planned. I still need all changelings there by 6pm though!!! If you can't make it by 6pm... please get ahold of me today to fill out the paperwork you need to fill out. My pager number if (810)587-4154.... and yes pyle, I do carry it with me!

Erica   <click to email>
- Friday, September 10, 1999 at 13:16:14 (EST)

...nothing goes unmissed. Not even the slightest movement. The sun was setting overhead. It would soon be getting cold. He had so enjoyed these warm summer months. Winter would be here soon. This time of year made him think of home, how he missed it. He understood why his father's sept had sent him here now though. He was needed here. He did wish to see his father had been more than a year. As he walked, his thoughts drifted to his old pack, before he knew what he truely was. How had they come along? He had asked his father to check in on them from time to time when he left. It had been a year since he'd left home to come to this strange place across an ocean. Yet, somehow it didn't seem as strange as it did at first. This area, were he lived, where he always met Jack, was safe now. His constant patrols made sure of that. He remembered a time in the not too distant past when that wasn't true. A time when Pentex had tried to take it over. He remembered going to attack them with Matth ew. He stopped and drooped his head. He came as close to having tears role down his face as a wolf can before throwing his head back in what can only be described as a mornful howl. He hoped that Matthew was ok, but he feared the worst. Time and again he had tried to free him, but it was like beating his head against a rock. He was held deep within that place that stank of the Wyrm. He had sent for help from his father's sept, which would hopefully arrive soon. The loss of a legend such as Matthew, threatened to send him deeper down into himself. One would not expect a wolf to have such conflicts going on within, yet he felt as though he finally understood Jack a little better than ever before. If only he could learn Jack's language a little better...He shall have to talk to Jack, in the language of Gaia. Things need to be done. With a newfound energy, he trotted back home...hoping that Jack will be there....

Further thoughts...    - Friday, September 10, 1999 at 01:32:34 (EST)

New growth fills the grove that was just so recently made. A lone wolf stands in the center, looking to the heavens. The warm autumn breeze ruffled his light red fur. He seemed to stand lightly, as if ready for an attack, on his left foreleg, which contrasted from the rest of his fur, being a deep blood red. From the outside, he appeared calm and serene. He stood proud, and even through his fur the muscles of his body showed their huge mass. On the inside however, his blood felt like it was going to boil. Rage filled his thoughts. His thoughts had turned darker daily for months...He felt such a dire need to kill a certain leech. He felt he was barely able to control his rage for some of the other leeches...ones that regardless of past histories he respected. Thoughts of Jack Webb also raced through his mind. Why was the moon gone from his forehead? Has he fallen out of favor with Luna? Why has he forgotten so much? Perhaps he is ill. I shall have to stay by his side; else he will surely be slai n...Loss of one such as him would be tragic. He wondered why the rest of his pack had left as well. Mercury? Drake? Had they been slain? Sorrow filled his thoughts as he thought of his missing pack-mates. He looked around the grove, his lupine eyes obviously going through much more internal strife than could be seen from the outside. He walked out of the grove, head held high, and eyes watching his surroundings with a predatory efficiency...

contrasting images...    - Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 21:42:15 (EST)

I bet you are all looking forward to the massive spinniness that will occur just two days hence. It's been a while since I had so many playthings...    - Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 17:26:45 (EST)

Bwahahahahahahaha!!!! Only three more days until your life as it has been is over and the massive spinfest begins!

Me    - Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 21:16:18 (EST)

All Players!!! Make sure you are at the Fortress BEFORE 7pm. We are starting right at 7pm and you need to be there for announcements or you will miss important stuff. We will be starting everyweek at 7pm sharp and if you aren't there to discuss downtime or to get EXP then you have to wait until the end of the game. So, it's good practice to get into now. This week is especially important to be there on time.

Thanks Guys!

Erica   <click to email>
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 23:56:52 (EST)

John. If you do work, could you and I meet sometime before Saturday then? I need to go over your character and to have you fill out the Changeling Info sheet and that will take more then a 1/2 hour.
All other changelings: If you can't make it there before 7pm, then you need to make arrangements to see me before Saturday. This is the only time this should happen.
All other players: We will be starting right at 7pm, so be sure to be there on time!

Erica   <click to email>
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 16:52:47 (EST)

To Erica: NO!!!!!HELL NO!!!!!!! Well, actually, maybe. I'm not sure, but I believe I'm working this Saturday, which means the earliest I could get there is 6, 6:30. I'm going to get the doom CD, so I hope that makes up for it (let's just say I found a CD even better than my original idea....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH)

John    - Monday, September 06, 1999 at 12:46:06 (EST)

Har, har, har only five days reamining until the spinning begins. I suggest to all players that they take their motion sickness pills before going to the larp, it will make the spinning that much easier to take!

What, fish again?    - Monday, September 06, 1999 at 12:16:41 (EST)

Just like everyone to know my new e-mail address! (look below)

pyle   <click to email>
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 01:23:04 (EST)

I need all changeling players to be at Fortress by 5pm this Saturday. I need you there this early whether or not you have already made a character. If you have not made a character yet, then you need to be there at 4pm to do so. So all EXISTING and NEW players need to be there at 5pm. If you have a problem or questions, please e-mail me.

Erica   <click to email>
- Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 21:35:16 (EST)

Hey all! Looking forward to Saturday? I sure am. The change to spin and be spun, is there nothing greater in life than that? Just a little reminder that if you wish to make new characters, you should be at Fortress between 4 and 7pm. Remember, only 6 more days until Spinfest '99 starts!

Who me?    - Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 09:40:59 (EST)

Hey all! Looking forward to Saturday? I sure am. The change to spin and be spun, is there nothing greater in life than that? Just a little reminder that if you wish to make new characters, you should be at Fortress between 4 and 7pm. Remember, only 6 more days until Spinfest '99 starts!

Who me?    - Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 09:40:47 (EST)

For those of you who might be interested, next Sunday I will be running a demo game of Wraith! For those of you who've always wondered what this game was all about here's your chance to find out without a long game commitment. Give me an e-mail or show up to Fortress at Noon for the game!

Erica   <click to email>
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 23:43:08 (EST)

I noticed someone asking about where GS would be meeting in the fall. It has been moved to tuesdays at 8pm and the first meeting (tuesday the 7th)will be in the Iowa room. Student Services ignored I request for a room up until last wednesday. Then they told Ari that they wouldn't know until after labor day what rooms we would get. Good thing Gs's advisor went in and smacked them around.

Jerry the new fortress larper   <click to email>
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 18:56:32 (EST)

Hey Everybody! We finally got the OKAY to hang up flyers in the dorms. We would like to do this on Saturday. If you have a car and are willing to help we would appreciate it! Please contact me and let me know if you can help. The more people we have the faster we can get this done!

Erica   <click to email>
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 11:41:28 (EST)

Please e-mail me for now at my old hotmail account listed below. I no longer have voyager e-mail. Joy, Could you please set me up with an Alagad e-mail account? Thank You,

Pyle   <click to email>
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 01:21:00 (EST)

From the diary of Jack Webb:

The calmness in Lansing and East Lansing during the summer months have only served to tweak my rage at the capture of a Legendary Garou by Pentex. Matthew Listens-to-Wind will be freed from the King Brewery if it takes my death to bring it about. I sit almost the entire summer, with Akalai my only company (thank Gaia and the Weaver I was able to teach him about baths) for months. I have not heard a byte from Talks-2-Bugz, his kinfolk who was supposed to arrive in the city, or from Mercury. My only distraction has been the difficult attempt to gather money to rebuild the Webb Alpha living complex. Due to the difficulties that the leeches have added to this project, I have been forced to call upon aid. I have contacted the Wise Guys through a contact of my parents' at the Bank of Toronto. I only hope I don't have to resort to less clean money to finish my project, and to keep it safe.

P.S. - Akalai keeps bringing up a moon on my forehead. I think he must mean some sort of tattoo or something, but I don't remember having it or losing it. It seems to concern him greatly, though...

Jack Webb  <click to email>
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 23:28:59 (EST)

WTF? I thought I was the only G-dawg in da'house!?!

Talks 2 Bugz  <click to email>
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 18:42:14 (EST)

anyone else been having problems logging one here? I haven't been able to get on for about the last week or so.

john    - Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 12:28:33 (EST)

Just testing to make sure I didn't break this in the switch from Linux to OpenBSD...

(ignore me)    - Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 00:00:20 (EST)

Hey all!! G Dog in da house!! I have wandered all the way out to Pittsburgh, and I think I may set up camp for a little while hehe. I miss you all and wish I could be back for the spin-fest... errr... game. Ah well. I've added a link on my new home page to the Fortress so that all the silly arts managers everywhere can see the spinniness I used to call home. Well, spin on. Pants to all and to all a good hem. =-)~

Wanderin' Gypsy Dog  <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 09:16:05 (EDT)

Kids don't make me come back there... and spin ya like a quadruple amputee whore greased for Christmas!

The Midnight Spin   <click to email>
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 08:54:45 (EDT)

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