Saturday morning, about 10am. I'm walking into Borders to get a cup of
coffee and relax with a book, when I notice two people who look
like Time2Die and Smeg! I tried to hide, but they saw me and started
chanting my name like I was that guy "Rudy" in that Notre Dame football
movie. Needless to say, I was embarrassed and sat down with them hoping
that would be enough to shut them up.
As it turned out, it was Time2Die and Smeg. Before they accosted
me
further, Bad Mojo and Quintin Stone walked up behind me and pointed .45s
at my head. "Great," I thought to myself, "another damn meeting."
"You're going to stay for this, LouZiffer.", Bad Mojo said. I
reluctantly nodded my head. It was just too damned early to do otherwise.
Now that the gig was up, frankos walked in with an obviously hung over
N8_Dawg behind him. "You guys planned this, didn't you?" I asked. Everyone
just grinned.
As it turned out, we were there to welcome Smeg and Time2Die to our
staff list. They had indicated to us that they wanted to help, and since
they showed themselves to be able to put up with our crap (and the
necessary ritual castration required of all new staff) we decided to let
them in. After a brief ceremony involving two circus clowns, four members
of the British Parliament, and a twinkie... their induction into our group
was official.
Time2Die and Smeg... Welcome!
Smeg will be trying her hand at tourney manager by running the Q3
tournament at our next event, and Time2Die will simply be beating the pulp
out of all of you while administrating one of the servers. Be sure to
congratulate them when you see them at Free Range Action Gaming IV.
LouZiffer