So, how great is Kromm anyway?

[Christopher R. Rice]

Originally Posted by Icelander

Welcome, Ghostdancer, Brother in KROMM.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may KROMM hold you in the palm of His hand.

I hope that everything turned out for the best and I'm sorry for any sorrow incurred by the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

Thanks Ice, you ever heard that saying "May you live in interesting times!" yeah that seems like my life lately, I come back and my Father is ill so I spent most of today over there and we played with my new e23 product, SEALs in Vietnam, which I will interject here cause its a damn good book and for 10 bucks its worth the cost!

O Kromm, Lord of the Line, Emperor of the Edit may you look upon this thread with much merriment!


Ghostdancer

[Icelander]

Originally Posted by Ghostdancer

SEALs in Vietnam, which I will interject here cause its a damn good book and for 10 bucks its worth the cost!

And it's brought to us by KROMM, naturally.

Through the Blessed agency of Hans-Christian Vortisch, who might rate a status as either a Deva or an Archfiend, depending on personal preferences.

[Christopher R. Rice]

Originally Posted by Icelander

And it's brought to us by KROMM, naturally.

Through the Blessed agency of Hans-Christian Vortisch, who might rate a status as either a Deva or an Archfiend, depending on personal preferences.

I would think he would be something of both ^_^ Though with the GURPS:SIV he rates a angel right now. That book is really great and if you have $10 you should pick it up.

Hail Kromm!

ghostdancer

[Icelander]

All praise belongs to KROMM,
Line Editor of GURPS,

the Compassionate, the Merciful,

Ruler of Judgement Day.

It is You that we worship,
and to You we appeal for help.

Show us the straight way,

the way of those You have graced,
not of those on whom is Your wrath,
nor of those who wander astray.

[Icelander]

Thy name is my healing, O my KROMM,
and remembrance of Thee is my remedy.
Nearness to Thee is my hope, and love for Thee is my companion.
Thy mercy to me is my healing and my succor
in both this world and the world to come.
Thou, verily, art the All-Bountiful,
the All-Knowing,
the All-Wise.

I wonder if the number 666 is significant to KROMM? There's an Icelandic musician who turned fifty on the 6th of June, 2006. Local legend has that Satan was disappointed that no one came to his birthday party because they were all at Bubbi's birthday concert.

[elShoggotho]

Originally Posted by Icelander

And it's brought to us by KROMM, naturally.

Through the Blessed agency of Hans-Christian Vortisch, who might rate a status as either a Deva or an Archfiend, depending on personal preferences.

That is heartily seconded. I hereby nominate Hans for the post of KROMM's Divine Gunsmith And Chief Machinegunner.

[Icelander]

Originally Posted by elShoggotho

That is heartily seconded. I hereby nominate Hans for the post of KROMM's Divine Gunsmith And Chief Machinegunner.

KROMM's Chief Armourer, obviously. Maybe with "Gunbunny of Hosts" and "Tinkerer of Centuries" thrown in for good measure.

Although David Pulver would have to have the honour of being "First Enginner", "Geek Extraordinaire" and "Everlating Pi".

[elShoggotho]

Gunbunny... Please, make those pictures go away! NO, NO, the thought is eating my brain!

[Icelander]

Originally Posted by elShoggotho

Gunbunny... Please, make those pictures go away! NO, NO, the thought is eating my brain!

Place your trust in KROMM, he will make all the pictures go away.

In fact, through the Agency of His Blessed Zombies, He is even capable of making your brain go away. Or being eagerly suckled like a rum coctail from a coconut shell, whatever strikes His fancy.

[elShoggotho]

Originally Posted by Icelander

Place your trust in KROMM, he will make all the pictures go away.

In fact, through the Agency of His Blessed Zombies, He is even capable of making your brain go away. Or being eagerly suckled like a rum coctail from a coconut shell, whatever strikes His fancy.

Who am I to judge the Wisdom of the Line Editor?