Holy crap missiles...lots of replies. I will have a roster sorted out along an additional idea that will coincide nicely with what I've planned. The good news is that I've plotted out how to run a very long term game even if a few of you bail on MW, which simply just happens. So tomorrow it is
And behold, a pale horse, and he who sat on it, his name was Death and Hell followed with him. Authority over one fourth of the earth, to kill with the sword, famine, death, and by the wild animals of the earth was given to him.
In Camp
