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IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT YOU HAVE THRONE OF BHAAL INSTALLED Pretty simple really, and I'm pleased to say that I got the idea through roleplaying not by cheesing. I haven't found a reference to this solution elsewhere, but if so apologies. 1. Drizzt is a knob. Seriously. I didn't have the faintest idea who he was hwen I met him in BG1, but he had to die. And I was playing a good PC. It was loathing at first sight. 2. The devs seem to have had a love hate relationship with the dual-weilding t**. On the one hand he keeps appearing. On the other hand he can be killed and looted. Plus he talks like an arse. 3. If Drizzt was played by a real person, he'd be the kind of player that you'd move pubs to avoid. ~~ Problem: If you do - and you should - finely chop Drizzt like an iceberg lettuce, then all is well in BG1. You get some sweet kit. However, even if you killed him he will reappear in BG2 and start waffling on about how he recognises you. This is your cue to pulp him like the topping on a good bruschetta. However, shortly after this some sort of official ethereal Drizzt fanclub will turn up and try to steal back the stuff you took on the grounds that he's been reanimated and needs it back. All attempts to circumvent this result in you getting astrally imprisoned or something. ~~ Solution: In the past I had merely contented myself in leaving the pantywaist's kit in unpleasant places. Sewers, liche coffins, etc. But I now have the answer. Once you have blendered Mr Terminally Overconfident for the second time, make your way immediately to Watcher's Keep. Obtain entry in the normal fashion. Inside you will find a plot centric altar. Bear in mind that the altar is vital to the tower's defenses, and the defenses are underwritten by Helm himself. Stash all the kit on the altar. Complete Shadows of Amn. When you return in Throne of Bhaal you can revisit the altar and get your kit back.

It would be a pretty cool 'suicide by cop' to lay claim to a huge atrocity.

Is prozak some sort of cheap East European knockoff? It takes more than a trivial effort to sign up to the forum just to say thanks. So I approve. Stick around, take the weight off your electronic hooves.

Since I never remember any kind of anniversary except Armistice Day I find this kind of 'day' pernicious and repellent. You might as well litter a blind man's neighbourhood with fragile glass sculptures that were only ankle high and pavement mounted. I AM going to stumble past and break them.

It wasn't mother's day over here. It was mother's day in the States and Canada. Our mother's day was about a month ago..a bit before Easter. Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen it.

Tiny Little Things the Deadfly Ensemble. Creepy and weird.

I always think about the poor young lads who never got to have a long and interesting life, or even dull and intermediate ones. It's why I don't so much mind kids getting drunk on the war memorial. I figure it would be just the thing they'd want to see, not more tedious bastards in uniform. I don't include that unspeakable s*** who peed on the war memorial last year.

Completely forgot it was mother's day. Don't have a mother any more. Phew.

Can't say I'm surprised by the opinion of a self avowed 'Libertarian Socialist'. I haven't read it yet. But can I assume that Chomsky reckons that Bin Laden is a stooge for terror perpetrated by the evil USA? I'm currently reading Robert Fisk's The Great War for Civilization, and seldom have I read such self-contradictory and self-aggrandising nonsense. Particularly in the opening chapter about bin Laden.

Could be symptomatic of having received a cognitive battering in the same way that someone with PTSD would. If there is some bio-cognitive architecture which predisposes people towards PTSD this might be helpful in getting soldiers to seek help, since it's not their 'fault' or a 'weakness'.

Tried to take today off work entirely. Found myself congealing like cheap cheese in the waxy corner of a sandwich box. Back on work now, feeling much better. Contemplating having no dinner to see if there's actually anything wrong with not eating dinner.

Being left handed correlates with symptoms of PTSD being worse.

Appropriate, I feel.

Im probably reading too much into this but is that just some percentage you made up or is that the percentage of losses suffered by England's population in WW1? Weirdly I thought someone might ask that. I made up the number. I think 18% would be a fairly high dead rate in most battalions. Though that's not counting injured. I think on the first day of the Somme that would be a tad on the low side. Apparently I was 2% out, overall. But individual battalions did get almost completely destroyed.

You say that as though the two were mutually incompatible!

I have been thinking we ought to use sports reporters to cover this sort of ting. Because as much as 'proper' journalists look down on them, sports reporters know better than to Monday night quarterback inherently fraught situations. I've never done a hostile entry into a building or anything, but pure common sense dictate that you can't sit down with some law books and identify what's a totally justified shoot. You have guidelines which are drummed into you time and time again, and then you hope you get it right. The fact that they got the decision close enough that we have to debate it at length suggests it was a very wise choice in the second or two available.

Im probably reading too much into this but is that just some percentage you made up or is that the percentage of losses suffered by England's population in WW1? Weirdly I thought someone might ask that. I made up the number. I think 18% would be a fairly high dead rate in most battalions. Though that's not counting injured.

Actually I tell a lie. I pretended to have just come out of hospital, and on drugs. You see the problem was I couldn't understand a single wword the lady behind the counter was saying and these three skinheads were looking increasingly moody. It was a crappy night in a ****ty town, and to be fair I'd have started a fight with me if I was them. So I thought fast and excused myself on grounds of being high as a kite. They were actually really nice at that point. Which is in a way even more Scottish than starting fights.

Well, obyknven, the short answer is that it's no more dangerous than anything we chuck about. I knew a chap who worked with it all the time, just wearing a dust suit. Two happy bouncing kids. His precise words on the subject were: "I wouldn't want to eat it, but then I wouldn't want to eat lead either, and we fire that at people."

Well, nothing could exist without quantum tunnelling Mmmm... quantum mars bar.

*peers at Monte* lol I'm such a walt, in fact I was a lance corporal in the women's royal auxiliary balloon corps. Aye, it's a hard life in the WRABC.

Are you mad? Portugal is awesome. At least I assume it is. Portuguese people taught me about 50% of everythingI know about good food and wine. I once escaped a fight in a Scottish chip shop by pretending to be a retard.

I thought it would be nice for the Germans, who always seem to have learned their lesson, and probably deserve a break.

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I walk past a Great War memorial almost every day, and I try to keep it clean. But to be honest no-one gives a ****. All the trash I find is always sweet wrappers and cider cans. Poor dumb bastards can't even respect the fact that the lads comemorated by the stone were barely a few years older than they are. I sometimes think that part of the problem is that we've eleavted the First World War to such an iconic status that it's lost meaning. It's practically religious. It'd be far more effective to have all 14 year olds put trhough a 'great war experience', where they spend a week in a trench, living on runny tinned beef and crapping themselves inside out, ankle deep in mud, and coughing on arrtificial smoke. Then at the end of the week an exchange group of Germans bash 18% of them dead with shovels.