Ryzom

*Pitches a tent*
dam i need a bigger tent :'(, free loaders get your own tent
*jabs away with a stick*

*Packs up tent*

This sucks. Time to go back to EVE-Online or RF-Online. I'm tired of no news. I tried a new game and got burned. As soon as I paid for three months, they go out of business.

the games not dead yet

have a little hope

*pitches tent and opens a beer*

Have tried going elsewhere for a while and it doesn't compare. I'm bored with wildlife that doesn't come up and sniff you before wandering off to scratch itself. Haven't ben around for a bit due to the lag and "trying elsewhere", but will be back very soon.

Miss you all. X, Ffi-ffi

zarozina wrote:*pitches tent and opens a beer*

Have tried going elsewhere for a while and it doesn't compare. I'm bored with wildlife that doesn't come up and sniff you before wandering off to scratch itself. Haven't ben around for a bit due to the lag and "trying elsewhere", but will be back very soon.

Miss you all. X, Ffi-ffi

There has been no lag for a while. Hope to see you soon.

*Yawn* Sasi wakes to another glorious sunrise over the campground, still pretty tired from a long Plod hunting session last night.

She pokes around in the campfire remains, drops in a few twigs, and blows on the coals to get it going for breakfast. A little brew-up is just what she needs.

Looking around, she sees the still sleeping forms of her friends, some old friends and some new. She sighs as she thinks of the many who never showed up at the campout, but then smiles at the thought of wonderful new friends she has met since things got so crazy a few weeks back. Hard times bring homins together, and that's a fact.

As the smell of impending breakfast wafts through the camp, homins begin to stir. Some wander over and smile a groggy good morning, and some just pull the covers over their heads and groan from the lingering effects of stinga rum and firewine.

Soon enough the sun has brightened. The diggers have headed off to scratch in the dirt, muttering about seasons, weather, and aggro mobs. The crafters are huddled under a tree, glancing suspiciously at any who come near. And the hunters have loaded up with armour and weapons and amps, prepared to face the dangers of the day.

All is well, dear homins. All is well.

*Re-pitches tent*

I tried going to those other games but they just aren't the same now that I have played Ryzom.

zarozina wrote:*pitches tent and opens a beer*

Come on over to my tent .... frozen drink machine is on.....your choice pena colada, strawberry dacquiris and frozen mudlides !

im here some storm messed my tent up may i share with some1 ?

more than enough room in the bag with sherk and me! *squeezes over* anyone else for a um... really big sleep over >.> (for lack of a more illustrative word beginning with or and ending in gy)

*cough* we're gonna need more marshmallows...