Dark Sun Session One

Cliff: I'm not a rule lawyer. I'm a rules paralegal.


LATER....

Jonathan: Oh rules paralegal, how much is a metal weapon?

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Kenny: You seem a decent fella, I hate to kill you.

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Jonathan: We have a sick man. Yeah, he's probably not going to make it. Well, more water for the rest of us.

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Kenny: Can I take 10?
Jonathan: You can take 10.
Kenny: I'm at 21.
Jonathan: Fuck.

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Kenny: Man's gotta eat, dwarves gotta mine.

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Cliff: (explaining certain rules of combat)
Kenny: The rules paralegal hath spoketh.

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Jonathan: Merchant will miss Larn.
Chris: (singsongy whisper) I miss you.

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Cliff: I'm not dead, I'm bleeding.
(rolls natural 20)

Group: Laughs and cheers

Jonathan: Bitch is back!
Blair: Essentially you bounced off the ground.

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Jonathan: Who is up next?
Group: (in unison) I don't know.
Jonathan: Right, that is up to me.

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Cliff: DON'T (pounds) YOU (pounds) DIE (pounds) ON (pounds) ME! is the extent of my medical knowledge.

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Blair: I don't think sitting on his chest is going to help.

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I never thought my return to Facebook would be due to a dying cat.

Rasputin, above, chilling out during healthier times, in what I can only assume is a comfortable position for him.

My cat is dying.

This is why I returned to Facebook. Because my ex boyfriend, my long patient friend,Neil went on a hunt across the internet to track me down and let me know that he [Rasputin] was dying.


I originally left Facebook for so many reasons. But I didn't think of the reasons why I should stay. It is a decent way of tracking down people to give them information.

It was a message to my husband on Facebook that lead to the news of Rasputin's ill health and a phone call connecting me with a friend I haven't spoken with in quite a while.

I can't imagine how I would feel if I found out that Rasputin had died, instead of Rasputin is dying. It's a trivial matter of language, I can do nothing for Rasputin knowing ahead of time. But it's a comfort knowing that I can think of Rasputin before he dies. It's silly, but it's something.

Putting words in pretty order normally makes me feel better during times like this. But all I can think about is Rasputin, my dying cat.


EDIT:

Received message from Neil. Rasputin died this morning. He went in his sleep.

R.I.P., you goofy cat. You are very much loved and you will be missed greatly.