Weekend of the April 4-5 (Celt Wars + War practice)

[MorGrendel]

I'll be there.

[Titus]

I will not be able to make either event seeing as I work, but we discussed taht already Finn. But to be honest with you, Galatians will be fickle and alot of them will call it good enough fighting for the weekend if that get in one day, *cough* Serban *cough*.

[boagrius]

im in 11:45 then i gotta go.

[boagrius]

i dont know about anyone else but that was some of the best fighting i think ive ever had.

[ahrimen]

uuuuuhhh! screw you guys!

[Berserker]

Celt Wars was actually a lot of fun, even if they kept trying to take our guys out by kicking them in the shins. ;)

[MorGrendel]

So there I was Sat night, a few beers to the wind, a slight shiver despite the fire, and the pain starting to kick in. My collarbones ached, my left leg was stiff, and yet I looked worlds better than Rachel. She in turn looked perky and radiant in comparision to Thomas who looked like he might cry, when he left. By the time I laid down that night, I did not think there was much chance I'd fight at Blackspear the next day. But what wonders 8 hours of sleep and acedaminaphin can do. As the Sun crested the horizon, Rachel and I looked ready for another 10 rounds. I made some tea, knowing my prediliction for caffiene. When Sammich, I mean Thomas just appeared from the aether. Emboldened by another sword arm we struck out. We met up with Boagrius on the fly, and due to his enormus height despite being seated behind us, he spotted the enemy.

Though were fought like savage wolves, and killed 10 times our number, we were taken hostage. Though thanks to some quick negotiations, I managed to trade Herakius's gear for our freedom. Sorry, Herakius.

Later, after a shower, I spoke with Nugget, the only Galatian that was not laid low at Celt Wars. To my suprise he reported that he felt as though Thor himself had beaten upon him, where as I, nice and streched out after another day of carnage, felt great.

I finished my day with a little exercise on a device known as a WIIFit. It told me that I was a heavy Missy and that I was normal. Both statement were odd, but a least not as confusing as pumping gas (ahh, but that is another story). All that aside, I hurt from being beat on for two straight days, but I honestly think I hurt more from that damn WIIFit. My non-existant butt aches.

[boagrius]

i hate snowboarding. almost 8 years of fighting and not one injury that i can remember. i've fought drunk hung over and with a near torn tendin. i go snowboarding a month ago, go down the damn hill twice and i get a reacuring sprained wrist. damn snow.

[Skutai]

Movies up.

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