UG was getting scared. The mean people were gone, but Sticks said that they were going to come back. So, they were going to run away, through the tunnels in the basement. But the tunnels were too small and now Nash and Sticks were fighting, and it was UG's fault. Ares was shouting, and Deke had just...

If you change the BIOS settings to boot from CD first, you should be able to get the install disk to format the drive.

Why do I suddenly have this vision of everyone trying to hide behind my 4'7" tall paladin when we're in combat?

Oh, I'll be well behind you. Just don't mind the arrows wizzing by your ears, eh?

UG’s blood was still boiling as he exploded through the outer doors in his pursuit of the invaders. Most of those who were still healthy had already made it across the street and to the relative safety of the warehouse and its surroundings. The three that he wounded inside are still making their way...

One by one, the gangers facing UG took stock of the situation. In front of them, a howling mass of muscle and blood who had, in a matter of seconds, killed their leader and two others, as well as seriously injuring three more of their brothers. Behind them, an open door and freedom. They chose the l...

UG waits for them to come through. He’s in a ready position, left foot forward and left arm raised, as if his shield was there. Thumper is in his right hand, raised up behind his head and ready for action. The tears have already started. He’s not sure why his eyes fill at the first sign of a confron...

Not at all. The early levels actually go relatively quickly, and even faster once you know what you're doing. At this point, I could probably get a new character to 6th level in like two hours or so, depending on character type.

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This is Scamp, by the way.
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UG ran back up the stairs, Thumper in hand. The gigantic "mace" was the first thing he reached for when he got down to his room. There wasn't time to kit himself out fully, but he also snagged his makeshift sandwichboard style breastplate, slinging it over his head while he ran back up the...

Radio? Like I gots figers small 'nuff to play with dem little fiddly things they's gots all over.

UG is dozing with his back up against the low wall that runs around the perimeter of the roof. The whirring solar-powered fan in his oversized pith helmet keeps his head cool, and his shirtless torso and ragged cutoff shorts expose the most skin possible to the infrequent breezes felt up on the roof...