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Fri, Apr. 16th, 2004, 07:34 pm
Arrrr

It looks like the only book of the original 7th Sea game (not this damn d20 Swashbuckling Adventures crap) that I'm missing is the Pirate Nations book. If anyone sees one on eBay or elsewhere and drops me a line about it, I'd be eternally grateful. If you were really lucky, I'd show up at your door in full pirate regalia. Arrr!

Sun, Apr. 18th, 2004 07:44 pm (UTC)
kelemvour

I'll take a look at the local gaming shop... Is used ok if it's in great shape??

Sun, Apr. 18th, 2004 08:47 pm (UTC)
kleenestar

Used is MORE than okay, as long as it's not missing pages or seriously torn/bent. I trust your judgment. Thanks so much!

Tue, Apr. 20th, 2004 09:13 pm (UTC)
kelemvour

No Pirate Nations in the first store. I asked my friend who works there and who also plays 7th Sea... He said he'd keep his eye out for me though and snag any that come in. He also told me that most of the info in Pirate Nations was reprinted in the Book "Waves of Blood"... Do you have that one Jess??

There are 2 more stores in the city I can check. I'll get back to you asap.

- Kel

Mon, Apr. 19th, 2004 11:14 pm (UTC)
psychick: And now for something completely different:

SPONTANEOUS LIMERICK ATTAAAACK!!!

Jess is a good friend of mine
Her brain can be described as devine
She gave it a whirl
and took over the world
Using only the power of her mind

Ode to a ten-sided dice

You dice, carved of plastic and glitter,
Tiny decahedron in my hand,
You are but one of many brothers
I use to decide fate, be it great or bitter
Scattering leads to adding; I hardly understand
the great math, statistics calculated by others
Is as much a mystery to me as, I'm told,
the phonograph was to Amazon primitives
Who could only marvel at the power of a thing
which could sing with voices from distant lands
captured by a wizard's touch, secretive.
With the right touch, the right turn I know,
you might sing.
Like the strange sticks in those pale hands
You might even explode

And now for something that doesn't rhyme, two haikus on work:

"Where is my email?"
A loud voice is echoing
in-box, I'm sorry.

People leaving now
Silent hum of lightbulbs
This is the late shift