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I have no idea why I feel the deep-seated need to weigh in on this when I honestly don't care that much, but then again, what else is this Journal for? Silly online quiz results? pshaw...

White Wolf came in and told the BoD to stuff it. I heard about it at dinner last night cause I had no time to read my mail yesterday. Apparently they've caused quite a ruccous (sp?).

All I have to say is this *WOULD* happen after I figure out how much I really do like running games in the Cam. *shrug* we'll see what this end up affecting but the only reason I'm not a big fan of gigantic moves like this is I hate having to get used to new regimes. Not that I'm really used to the BoD...they have a habit of fucking up my game more than anything, but when D_ or R_ STs step down then I have to get used to a new guy and he has to get used to me, and that often takes up the entire tenure of one or both of us.

No... I don't understand the position of the White Wolf people. No... I don't get why this would be such a bad thing. But lately I had been getting along with a minimal amount of trouble. I was getting kinda set in my way and able to relax and tell anyone who had a problem with my style to suck it up. Now it sorta feels like I should go back to a crouch, weight on the balls of my feet, tummy sucked in, waiting quietly for what happens next.

}:P Stupid people.


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