Just to say “Thank You” to Phkb and to Mr Flibble for organising the electronic meeting.
And also to those who travelled from far and wide to be there - and to those who joined us electronically!
I can only chime in. It's impressive what has been made possible.
At the same time I have to complain about my ISP, taking me offline for 44 hour this weekend, after I survived 40 hours being offline the weekend before.
That's higher order - but I took a few witchspace jumps so both my karma and my legal status should be cleared by now...
I'm really sorry I couldn't make it, but that London is just a logistical nightmare to get to these days. I was surprised. Maybe it being a Sunday wasn't optimal I suppose.
If we do this again would somewhere more central be possible? Oxford would be cool since there are at least 2 solid ooliteers in that part of the country. I'm sure Giles can find a canal...
But yeah - I really enjoyed chatting with you all and would love to do so again...
If you're at the pub and see someone wearing a yellow red and black Star Wars themed shirt shout out/wave when I arrive as I don't know what anybody looks like as my normally travelling companions @selezen and @drewwagar will be absent.
I would have thought "Thargoids on the starboard bow!" would have been an appropriate greeting.
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Shooting aliens for fun and ... well, more fun.
"Speaking as an outsider, what do you think of the human race?" (John Cooper Clark - "I married a Space Alien")
How many light years of witchspace fuel can a narrow boat store, and does the good ship "Giles" have an avatar in-game?
Quoth Zaphod : "Looks like a fish. Moves like a fish. Steers like a cow."
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Shooting aliens for fun and ... well, more fun.
"Speaking as an outsider, what do you think of the human race?" (John Cooper Clark - "I married a Space Alien")
For the past 12 years, I've been a Victorian. Mostly Melbourne. And for the last four years, in central Victoria.
Most games have some sort of paddling-pool-and-water-wings beginning to ease you in: Oolite takes the rather more Darwinian approach of heaving you straight into the ocean, often with a brick or two in your pockets for luck. ~ Disembodied
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