*Silence* Cheers Rog > On 28 Sep 2014, at 04:18, Gavin Walker <gavinw@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote: > > Square on my Mac, a turd on the PC. Accurately enough. > > So, is everyone else dead then? Dead are they? Dead? > > > >> On 2014/09/28, at 2:36 PM, Jason Proctor wrote: >> >> came through here as a square :-) >> >> >> On Sat, Sep 27, 2014 at 2:33 PM, Roger Nolan <rog@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote: >> I think it was the first time I've ever managed to use an emoji correctly. >> >> Cheers >> Rog >> >>> On 27 Sep 2014, at 18:05, Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote: >>> >>> was that an emoticon summing up the situation? >>> >>> >>> On Sat, Sep 27, 2014 at 12:14 AM, Roger Nolan <rog@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote: >>> ๐ฉ >>> >>>> On 27 Sep 2014, at 04:20, Eddie Marsden-Jones >>>> <eddiemarsdenjones@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote: >>>> >>>> So is it too tight for scythes now? Are we talking fisticuffs? >>>> >>>>> On 26 Sep 2014, at 23:48, Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Arfa and Chump take up their positions on the edge of the pit, and >>>>> arrange their stances as their scythe teachers once told them, long ago. >>>>> after a nod to each other, they raise their weapons. >>>>> >>>>> almost as one, the scythes sweep viciously downward and cleanly sever the >>>>> spinal cords of the two closest skeletons. the teachers advised them to >>>>> keep their eye on the target, rather than watch the follow-through, and >>>>> this turns out to be most satisfying, as the heads simultaneously jump >>>>> vertically to almost exactly Arfa and Chump eye-height. >>>>> >>>>> the thrill of the triumph is brief, however, as at the very moment of >>>>> contact between the scythes and their targets, the skeleton horde springs >>>>> to life with mechanical rapidity. by the time the severed heads and the >>>>> heroes begin the downward path from the zeniths of their trajectory and >>>>> their triumph respectively, said heroes are mobbed by the first row of >>>>> cadavers. >>>>> >>>>> Arfa and Chump are bowled over by a sea of grabbing, biting, tearing dead >>>>> humanity. they try to drag themselves away, but only a second after the >>>>> first wave, the second line of skeletons hits, flailing with rusty >>>>> weapons plucked from the pit floor. >>>>> >>>>> the third and subsequent waves flow around the melee and head for Splut, >>>>> who heroically makes his Bottle Out roll and flees back up the passage. > > >