If you can make sense of this gibberish I will owe you 7. (297/12) - .2 squared h s 2+7 -1(3(3)/4) + 3.6 ------------- s I ------------- o (27/2) +.5 t ------------- (9.4 x 23)/12 (12 x 17 -32) / 10.75 a (18x 12^2)/15 - (32 x 3) - 50 - 2.6^2.24 a (300-12)/9 - 2( 1.2+5.3) ------------- S h (297/12) - .2 squared t --------- I (300-12)/9 - 2( 1.2+5.3) ------------ s (5 * (3 x 2)) + (32 + 38) - (13 x 7) + 1 = 10 t u ---------- s m (85 - 36)/7 a 3(12/7)-1 s ((300 / 7) - 12) / 6 = 5.14285714
Sorry but I found that and I have no idea what I was planning with that but I think it was important. So I was hoping one of you guys would know what the hell that was.
Extremely sorry to intrude, but hopefully Hyper/DBZ is reading this right now; I can't post on the Sperrgerat thread, it's something about some 501 error or something. Please take it to my profile?
Still going. You leave the city on te road heading north; the weather is somewhat cold and there is a heavy gale coming down from the mountain slopes, chilling your skin and blowing away any semblance of heat or comfort. It is a miserable hike indeed despite a semi-cloudy sky. As the party goes on the gale dies down to light wind and it gets colder as the sun waxes. About an hour before dusk, a light snow begins which steadioy builds into a fluffy and wet snow. As the weather worsens you are reduced to a slow canter (on horseback) and eventually a walk. The sky darkens and everything around you, including your horses and self, is clad with a layer of snow. Based on your estimates, it is about a 2 1/2 hour walk to Mithral Hall. You are tired, half-soaked and chilled to the bones. There is small patch of woods to your left., though such accomodations couldnt begin to rival the warmth+company of a Dwarven mead hall and a fresh bed, no matter how hard they are.
Just wondering since it sounded like you were running on steam for this game.
You leave the city on te road heading north; the weather is somewhat cold and there is a heavy gale coming down from the mountain slopes, chilling your skin and blowing away any semblance of heat or comfort. It is a miserable hike indeed despite a semi-cloudy sky. As the party goes on the gale dies down to light wind and it gets colder as the sun waxes. About an hour before dusk, a light snow begins which steadioy builds into a fluffy and wet snow. As the weather worsens you are reduced to a slow canter (on horseback) and eventually a walk. The sky darkens and everything around you, including your horses and self, is clad with a layer of snow. Based on your estimates, it is about a 2 1/2 hour walk to Mithral Hall. You are tired, half-soaked and chilled to the bones. There is small patch of woods to your left., though such accomodations couldnt begin to rival the warmth+company of a Dwarven mead hall and a fresh bed, no matter how hard they are.
Fyre looks like she's in Hell and hates everything. "We're going to sleep in the ****ing Hall tonight......."
Bye.
First off **** you, didn't even expect you here today. And second off. Billy seems about the same, cold shivering and just plain wishing he were anywhere else but here. "areyousureaboutthatcouldbedangerousaroundhereatnight.Butifyoursure,letsgoon,notimetowasteinthecold." He says it all in on chattering breathe.
