Just keep swimming…just keep swimming…just keep swimming…
These new pop-up camp kits are just great. They are good anywhere you happen to be and best of all dont require all that preplanning nonsense of the regular camps!
Ren the Slum Lord
Thinking of opening some nice Bed and Breakfasts on the southern Gondor coast. Really nice area and the real estate is really cheap right now. Just have to get rid of the riff-raff in the area and I think we will have an excellent business plan.
Ren the Unclothed
MORDOR DISEASE CONTROL (MDC)
INTERNAL MEMORANDUM
MDC confirms both Khamul and Ren contracted same malady as Ji Indur and Hoarmurath previously. Virus is fast acting, but cause is unknown. Determined to be fatal in 75% of cases. Ren’s case was 50% milder than other three, reason unknown. Specualtion is, Ren killed the virus with boredom when he starting talking real estate deals.
Hereafter referred to as “Nazgul Syndrome” and other ringwraiths are cautioned to be aware of symptoms, including uncontrollable giddiness and giggling before bursting with joy. Akhorahil and Murazor especially cautioned due to their engaging in risky behavior and lifestyle choices.
Ren was just finishing a large meal when a messenger rushed in and handed him a small envelope. Ren opened it and read the contents with what appeared to be mild disinterest.
A servant nervously asked “Is all as it should be my lord?”
“I suppose… one of my supposed peers has contracted a sudden illness and passed away. Hmmm… this could bode ill.” Ren looked at his servent
The servant shifted back and forth. Servants who attracted his lords attention usually did not have a good day. Suddenly he gave a nervous, weak laugh “Oh very good my lord, bode ill, illness, how very witty.” Ren’s attention went back to the note.
“Does my lord require anything more?” Just then Ren grasped his side and grunted. “What was in that soup? I dont think it is agreeing with me.”
“It was kendershcitzel my lord. We had it shipped in from the Gondor Shores just last week.” the servant said slowly backing away as Ren’s discomfort grew more pronounced.
“Ah… those Gondor’s always did give me indigestion.” Ren mumbled as he began to bend over the table. He let out a low grumble and began to look a concerned. “Go get the witch…now!” The servant made for the door as if pursued by Sauron himself.
Ren shifted to one side and raised his leg ever so slightly. A great rumbling noise was heard as if someone was forcing lumpy porridge through a hose.
“Ah… now that feels better. Never mind the witch but do go and get me another set of robes.” Ren began to eat again. After a moment and not hearing the door move he yelled “now servant before I have you for dessert!” After another moment of silence he began to get upset.
Looking towards the door he saw the reason. The servant had never made it to the door. He lay on the floor with one hand outstretched to the door, not a few inches away, and the other covering his mouth and nose.
Ren shifted from side to side until he was comfortable and settled in to finish his meal.
Well well well…
Looks like the Gondors forgot to coordinate who was supposed to bring the ladders for the siege. Tough way to lose a regent. I think the burning oil left a little bit of the body left. We will have it sent back to his home and family. Maybe with a nice ranch dressing dipping sauce. No need to be uncivilized about it 
Ren
It just does not pay to be in charge of armies for the poor Gondors lately.
Poor Valandil is a good example. He loses an entire army to just 101 troops, gets stuck in a poorly remodeled coastal town and then gets taken for the DarkServant “Swimming with the fishes” tour. At least he does not have to go home in shame.
Hoping to spread some of this love to you other Freeper types. I dont hate the Gondors more than the rest of you, they are just closer
Looks like I need to order more drapes. Lots of new places to redecorate!
Uklurgs tactic of standing really really still and thinking like a tree seemed to have worked as the 2 large armies marched right on by us. The few Freeps that stopped to have a picnic did not put up much of a fight and the people in the town seemed honestly pleased to see us.
Tap tap tap… this thing on?
Surely there must have been something that went right for you guys that turn that you would like to rub our nose in. Anything?
Chuk
PS Where the snot did that pesky elf trailer home go? Ren has a present for you:)
Other than taking Dol Guldur and revealing Sarn Goriwing, you mean? The Long Rider, well, you guys can rub your own noses in that I suppose…
Woohoo!!! They live!
Dol Guldor…yep you took it… on turn 15. Nice work.
Long Rider… yes, noses were rubbed in something.
Sam Goriwing? Well I guess it is good to start by setting easily attained goals and move up from there.
Chuk
Hoping you are enjoying the game as much as I.
Oh what shall tomorrow bring? Some bad things…(poor Ren), some good things…(oh the surprises).
Chuk…
I really doubt it. Makes me recall the ambigious sounding ending to Black Sabbath’s little ditty Paranoid. According to the liner notes, the lyrics are: “I tell you to enjoy life. I wish I could but it’s too late” but it was obvious to every teenage boy who heard it in the seventies including me that Ozzy actually said “end your” not “enjoy.” Substitute “game” for “life” in the above and that’s where we are…
OK so now it is official. Congrats to the DS for a victory well deserved. Perry, I sent you a PM; pls check it out.
Drew Carson
Thanks for the game all!
Could have been a little more active on the taunting side but I am a chatter box like that.
Take care and good hunting!
That Chuk Guy
The problem was, we never really had anything to taunt you about…