It was a solemn night. People seemed to realize that, with so few left, the end was near. For better or for worse.

It was another day of unparalleled carnage, four bodies had been discovered.

It was a temultuous night, but no more so then the last four.

You didn't bother sleeping the previous night, all the death has made it impossible to get any rest.

It was a rather uneventful night. You were woken a couple times by someone passing by your tent, but you assume it was just the sentries heading to bed after their shift.

You awaken suddenly from the cot you managed to drag yourself to after last night. You notice some of the villagers rushing past the tent flaps. You grab one by the arm and ask, "What's going on? Where are you rushing to?"

"Someone has died!"

You jump through the gate, narrowly avoiding the staff blasts of the loyal Jaffa, echoes of the bombardment of the bombers getting closer and closer.

The goa'uld have attacked a planet a small human colony where they think Tok'ra freedom fighters are hiding.

This game is essentially a virtual world. It's rather slow, at first, and a lot of it depends on how much effort you put into communicating and working.

This post is a failed venture to try and move posts along so that the mushroom picture that's been posted in the comments for the next fifteen entries is no longer there. Since I just found out that you can't delete post, and someone decided to persuade me to post porn in my highly suggestible fatigued state, I'm doing just that.

Muchos karma to redox for the help in pulling my ass from the fire.