4E Democrats fight Repulican rules lawyers

In a dramatic development last night, 4E Democrats claimed that Republican rules lawyers were attempting to make the US election a single encounter, rather than a series of linked but separate encounters. It's thought they are arguing for this to maintain Sarah Palins divine buffs she received from the 13th level Thomas Muthee, a cleric currently following the Witchfinder paragon path.

An Obama minion known only as 'H' was quoted as saying "Ever since we converted from 3.5 the Goppies have been powergaming the fact that powers last until the end of an encounter, rather than n turns. Here we draw a line in the sand and say no more. Actually technically it's a wall aoe, but you know what I mean."

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The Walrus and The Carpenter

The Walrus and The Carpenter
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
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9hrs, 24000 points, 2 Titans and 5 pints of Black Sheep

badusernametag ran his mega Apocalypse game on Saturday.

The we arrived at The Prince who had allowed us to use their upstairs bar to layout our 12' x 6' gaming table for by far the biggest wargame I've played in. It was mammoth. The Imperials had Warhound Titan, a Baneblade super heavy tank, and a Machurias super heavy and a entire Leman Russ tank platoon. We, the Dark Mechanicus, Nurgle, Slaanesh and the recently convert Ghost Watch Space Marine chapter had a Warhound Titan, many tanks & batteries, many Plague Marines and lots of Terminators. After some serious demoralization at discovering Michael had managed to scratch build an entire Wralord Titan which is about the size of a Hobbit, we, the bad guys managed to taken and hold 3 objective to the imperials 1.

There are lots more pictures over on facebook...

Thanks to Toby for setting the whole thing up.
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The Friendly Face Of Sasha

After my poll - Should I create a less intimate LJ I decided to follow your majority advice and have now created a LiveJournal for my RPGing, wargaming and IT hacking stuff. It'll be rant free! So if you're tired of all my disillusionment at politics, have no interest in what happens in and around London or aren't so impressed with the odd YouTube clips I find, please friend my otherself. Obviously you're all also more than welcome to friend both or just stay here, where no dice will be rolled.

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Repost : This Is Not A Tory City

"Let's say "goodbye" to Ken Livingstone, and say "fuck you" to Boris Johnson by having a party on that bit of grass near City Hall this Saturday.

We don't read the Standard. We're not racists. We're not homophobes. We're not Chelsea tractor-driving selfish fuckers. We love London, and we're sad to see the £10bn budget for running this city fall into the hands of a clown who shouldn't be trusted with administrating his own zip fly.

The party starts at midday. Bring booze. Bring a picnic. Invite your friends. All of them. Even if they don't live in London, they probably know someone who does.

(Oh, there's a slight possibility that a political protest in the City Hall area is illegal, so don't bring banners, t-shirts, flags, or balloons or anything, will you? And definitely NO SOUND SYSTEMS. Seriously, now - that would be wrong)"

Just passing the message on, would be great if you could too, even if you can't make it.
I'll be going but not too sure what time yet.