[:plant:] FIASCO: A game of powerful ambition & poor impulse control.

Count me in!

Hmmm...

Touring Rock Band, Dragon Slayers and News Channel Six all seem quite good for bad behavior.

How ya doing, buddy?

Let's see if I got this right.

There's a rumor that Lurks and Pang have been FOOLING AROUND.

That's a 3 out of the pool.

DICE POOL: 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6

Yes?

How ya doing, buddy?

It seems that Lurker and Pang were fooling around ON THE AIR!

And that's a 3 gone.

The pool: 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Hey hey, sorry to delay. Went on an impromptu road trip today.

Me and Stop Sign had the restraining order put in place TO COVER OUR ASSES.

Another 6 gone!

2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Well, apparently Pang and Lurks were just doing what they did on the air TO GET FAMOUS. Huh.

That's a 2. so:

Dice Pool: 2, 3

I'm a reporter for Action News Six. They hired me because I'm a man of action. Thinking it through isn't the action reporter's job, that's what the folks at home are supposed to do.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Randy McMann, action reporter, steps into the break room briskly. With a round of "Hey-o"s and "hey hey hey!"s to his fellow workers, and a special "Teeeee-Humpster" for Hillary's husband, he briskly heads towards the coffee machine and stops dead in his tracks when he notices the free drinks in the ice box. Without so much as glancing at the sign, he proceeds to down one in a gulp.

"Wow, not bad!" He exclaims as he reaches for another one, and then puts one in his coat pocket for later.

Then, as he's looking around to see if anyone cares about his beverage stocking, he notices Hillary, standing next to the ice chest with the juice. She's looking away from him as she does, and he looks her up and down once very carefully (with stops to admire the naughtier bits), before starting to reminisce about his meteoric rise to action reporterdom, which she had aided to bring about.

Oh, the things they had done in their days as young, idealistic journalists looking for their first big scoop. And to say that she has gone to such lengths to keep him away from her in public, even though she can't stay away when she knows no one else is around.

But who can blame her? She knows just as well as everyone that "Old Man" Thunderhumpen doesn't have what is needed to keep a woman like her happy.

No. She needs a special kind of man.

A man of grace, passion, and FIRE.

A MAN...

of ACTION.

Anyway, how was he supposed to know that those kids they had filmed while on their Columbian human watch trip for that report were actually hiding out from a gang of vicious drug cartel thugs, and that his choice to air the footage was going to lead to them getting caught? Did they really expect him to read that whole report they had handed him before going in to do what he was supposed to do, get a gripping story to awaken to folks back home to what was happening down there? The whole 15 pages? And could he really be held responsible for switching the out the tape that had been edited to remove the incriminating footage at the last minute with Hillary's and his own edit, mostly centered around it, while making sure no one saw him do it? No one was going to be moved with the boring footage of fields and farmers that the editors had chosen to run for their piece. And no one would notice his action reporting skills with it. The fight that he and Hillary had about his actions and how to stop themselves from being found out became ugly quick. But her haste in having that restraining order put on him was overdoing it. He knew it, she knew it, "Old Man" T-humpen was oblivious to it. Heck, he didn't even know they had a relation other than working in the same building, and the restraining order forced Randy to ignore Hillary in public anyway, so how could he know.

If only he had not left the paper trail that he did. Somewhere in the very voluminous archives of Action Six News, that file was waiting for someone to find it, and it was going to be him. If he could only bring himself to actually step into the archive room and spend those long hours sifting through the volumes of files to find that unmarked one with the notes on the scam. And then, she would be his again, he knew it.

But what could be less akin to action than sitting in a musty old archive room, diligently sorting through files and READING every unmarked one to find it? Just the thought of it made his bowels move. A lot.

Additional Spam:
Also, I hope I didn't screw up the established story with my nonsense here.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I'm curious to see what you guys can cook up for me as a situation, and as such I choose RESOLVE.

FELIPE NO