Gladrags drained the last of the dwarven ale while Dennis played punch up with the the street rat. Some folks'd throw the empty bottle away but Gladrags thoughtfully placed it into a large ragged pouch. Within moments it was hidden amongst the ragpile which constituted her Sunday best where it ...

</3 ;_;

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(07:52:32) Katona: Who are you again?
(07:52:47) Gladrags: Not saying.
(07:52:57) Gladrags: You will just have to figure that out on your own
(07:53:03) Katona: Oh.
(07:53:10) Katona: That's okay, you're all the same to me.

Gladrags cackled as Dennis turned rabid and pounced on the streetchild. "And a waste is wastin' a waste so's he can waste away in the wastin' place o'the guards. Put yer rat-gutter away, Pox. You was young an' stupid once."

The ragbag figure bent double with a coughing fit, hacking up a mess of ...

Welcome aboard, Cristyn! Nice intro post

Pox, my dear fellow, you're up!

Gladrags hacked up some phlegm amidst a bout of wet bronchial coughing laughter. "Kicked into the shit? They gone kicked me out of the shit and dark quiet stenches, brought down their damn lights and armour and authority. Well, they move into my shit, I move into their shit. Land flotsam is flotsam ...

Gladrags hissed as she haunted Dennis' trail "Y'aint got nothin' to give the likes of old Gladrags in that raggedy bag, Pox. Yer poorer than a broken jug with not a drop in't, and the guards ain't got nothing but lies and deceitful beer and corpses and lies and more corpses." The rag-bedraggled ...

Gladrags cackled "Not one or one and two but a few, yes a few but they are swarming with stinking guards, fouling up the sewers with their lying and corpse-grubbing gauntlets." The sewers had suddenly become far more restricted with the blasted guards investigating something that wretched dwarf had ...

(09:50:34) Cheshire: ugh! fuckin graphs next T^T so booooriiiing
(09:51:20) Cheshire: at least it's easy enough
(09:54:02) Gladrags: I had to make a chart showing the yearly increases in rates of personal assault.

It was a graphic depiction of violence.
(09:54:21) Cheshire slowly claps
(09:55:17 ...

It got better
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(20:52:34) (James): That's pretty big of you, sir. I know you've got a lot of responsibilities and a beautiful girl who's mad at you for being awake at 4 in the morning when you could have been having a nice sleep instead.
(20:53:00) (Sheldon): Too late. I have chatquoted it to ...

Then this happened.
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(20:33:13) (James): Sheldon isn't even my name
(20:33:30) (Sheldon): Well obviously. It's James. Dick.
(20:34:12) (James): AW
(20:35:31) (James): Don't be so sensitive, Shelly.
(20:35:54) Cheshire: what do you not like about unconventional names, James?
(20:36 ...

Because we is classy peoples

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(20:15:50) Porter: (Nox) is now known as (.).
(20:16:53) Porter: (.) is now known as (8====D---(.)(.)).
(20:17:02) Cheshire: nice, Pox
(20:17:04) Cheshire: ...
(20:17:06) (Josh): I saw that one coming.
(20:17:08) Cheshire: just...wow
(20:17:17) (8====D ...

Yoloswagragsftw

Gladrags was done with dwarves, done with guards, and done with rats. Unless the rats was done like dinner. Rats for dinner, oh yes, yes and yes and rat spleens and rat tails and ratserole with fine dwarven ale. Gladrags hacked up a greenish wad of phlegm, and spat violently, imagining every dwarf ...

Player Name : James

Character Name : Gladrags
Age : 54
Race : Troll/Gnome
Height : 5'6
Weight : 68kg

===Physical Description===

Gladrags is, it would be polite to say, less than appealing to the vision. Fuck ugly, less polite folks might say. And that's without really being able to pierce ...