OOC: I'm having some problems. I'm not getting a e-mail back when some one post's can some one help me out with this?

IC: Falcon looks at Nasas and starts to laugh at the drunkin fool.


OOC: Lemac you want to move this to the garden? I think were all ready now. :)


"Fight, little fools! Mount your wars and raise your towers and make your chases. I like to taste well-marbled meat when I'm crunching your bones[/center]