And so began the Great D&D War of 2009.

Well this is beyond annoying. On portfoward I can't find Fantasy Ground, and the ip on whatismyip.com won't connect.

Look at Miles' explanation for how to forward Fantasy Grounds, and use www.ipchicken.com instead.

It's not the website, it's my router. Putting my ip in the address bar and hitting enter just makes it load for about 2 minutes and then stop.

your friends where trolls. You saw how long it took to make characters 2 days ago.

if they where 'experienced' players, they would not have made a 72 year old human, in a fantasy setting, where core rules puts 30 years at OLD. and 40 as "wise old beardy guy" and 50 is never alive.

I booted your friends because they where idiots, AND I had requests to boot them. I Honestly put the blame for ruining this game, largely on YOUR head.



Next, as for my plot? You wanna know what it was?

Old man, Bartholomue Evert, Was a crazy excentric. He started a cult worshiping demons, and tampering with the very fabric of life. But that was only part of it. a demon (Name omitted) Started using the cultists as PUPPETS. Spreading this demonic taint through them. Like fingers, on some unseen 4th demension. they required no muscles or air. they where magically animated, and un-killable. they long since died, and Bartholomue Trapped them in his estate, after of course, going mad. He made up some bull♥♥♥♥ excuse to stay away from his old estate.


Furthermore, there was only 1 kingdom, in a world that consists of less than 500 square miles. The edge of which, was a blue desert.



It was actually a containment zone to protect the last of humanity, from the harsh outside world. Man killed gods, and walked the stars, in a SCI-FI SETTING. And man kind began to die off, and the last of them CRASHED on some backwater desert planet. Mutated by radiation, they inhabited the planet... that 500 square mile fantasy world, was inside the crashed station, upon leaving, you'd have fallen into this desolate desert planet, full of minorly telepathic, Psycotic, Sociopathic, Canabalistic humans, in a desert planet, with no metal, and an ocean of oil.


But you couldn't even TRY, because you didn't care, because you where to put off by my friend Rytokii, and the fact that your friends where kicked.



That goes for everyone actually. sure you may not have drawn the clowns on the map, but you sure as ♥♥♥♥ didn't do anything about it, or try to progress the campaign. I didn't take forever to type, I took forever to type, delete, get you to shut up, type, delete it again fix the map, type, delete, answer the door, type, post a sentance.



Not my fault, that your all useless soppy cunts.

Heh, you believed me.

Ryto d/ced you moron.

I was talking to him in messenger, he actually said he quit, because you where all pissing him off.

Make sure your linked directly to the router.

If it just doesn't work, then your AT&T router sucks.

Also, I did try to say "Stop drawing crap."

Useless soppy foot?

useless soppy (Word filters to foot, starts with a C, ends in UNT, and is only 4 letters)

uh oh, he's in a self-destructive rage spiral! He'll burn himself out eventually, like a star.

Oh, and I think I speak for the four of us when I say I didn't like Ryto at ALL.

Not only did it take you forever to type sentences, (for the reason you stated above, thanks for supporting me) the plot was boring where you started it. It took us forever to get out of town because of Ryto, and after that, he just started speaking gay old man gibberish.

Glad we did, he was annoying as all hell.

Gawd yes. I HATED that guy. He was horrible and kept interjecting bad out-of-character jokes.

Also, he was barely legible.

Also, your story sucked. A demon takes control of some people and made them invincible? Oh wow, we have a new J.R.R. Tolkien here.

Legible = Sloppy handwriting. Also bad jokes? Your character was in a top hat and monocle shut the hell up.