Stupid work.

One is out sick, flu.

One fell on the stairs, smashed her face.

Another quit, no notice.

Beff is forced to pick up the slack and in so doing, sacrifice his weekends for weekdays and his eight hour shifts for ten.

Wish him mercy.

Ouch. Sorry Beff. Good luck with everything.

That's terrible. I hope you get back to having spare time again soon.

Crusade: Tonight or tomorrow, to be sure.

Dirty Work: Wes, you're next up.

Generations: Zell, hun we're at the bottom of the three if only because I estimate you'd have the most sympathy for my situation.

Space Between'ers: No rush, huh? Literally...

Rule #76 - No excuses, play like a champion

Good luck, fuzzball. Hope things balance out again soon.

Mwhahahah! Work! you pig-dog work!

*crack's whip*

May the Force be with you, friend.

Seriously, if there's a mystical energy field controlling your destiny that's forcing you through these hard times, I hope it lets up soon. Best of luck with work.

More bad, horrible news.

My computer is dead. My chip went and blew up, fucked my motherboard. So, as of now, I have no functional computer at work to write on. Alas!

The error will be resolved within the week, as I already have the parts on order.

However, left with only the machines at work; I cannot do much writing until such time. To those still awaiting my contributions - sorry! As soon as order is restored, so shall I be.

Regarding the Crusade - I would like to post still, but realizing the nature of things, understand that waiting is not an option for all involved. To that end I leave it to Dolash, should he wish, to NPC the actions of Silk and Co. That, or go ahead and write around me.

Again, sorry to all!

Blame the machine, and the ghosts there-in.

Two days and counting.