Top Ten Signs You're Addicted to the Barrow-Downs - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 03-30-2006, 05:24 PM

You know you're addicted to the Downs, when your variable piles of A4-papers (I'm not sure, whether this is an international standard, but I think so) that should be your working papers, come up, time after time, infected with sheets of a RPG or WW copies - with all those addenda, made by a ballpoint pen, sometimes being so small (because of the lack of free space), that you can't read them anymore...

and also:

You know you're addicted to the Downs, when you find out, that after being killed in a WW, the RPG having a stalemate and in the GD you are waiting for an answer, you just wonder, that you have so much work to do in so little time (RL) - and kind of wonder, how did you manage, when you were playing the WW, when you were due a post to the RPG and the GD just called for your post...

So much fun, I say, being addicted.

03-30-2006, 05:24 PM	#10
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	You know you're addicted to the Downs, when your variable piles of A4-papers (I'm not sure, whether this is an international standard, but I think so) that should be your working papers, come up, time after time, infected with sheets of a RPG or WW copies - with all those addenda, made by a ballpoint pen, sometimes being so small (because of the lack of free space), that you can't read them anymore... and also: You know you're addicted to the Downs, when you find out, that after being killed in a WW, the RPG having a stalemate and in the GD you are waiting for an answer, you just wonder, that you have so much work to do in so little time (RL) - and kind of wonder, how did you manage, when you were playing the WW, when you were due a post to the RPG and the GD just called for your post... So much fun, I say, being addicted. __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...