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Donut Dwellers,
For the last 10 years, my bony buttocks have worn such a funky groove in the
desk chair that sits in the AoP office, that it was only by strange coincidence
that the dire rammifications of this scenareo have recently become obvious.
It all happened recently when I was sitting in the office, drumming my fingers
forlornly on the nice oak desk - who should stop by, but Lilith. "So, I heard
you're looking for some help with player issues?" she said, pointing to a
"HELP WANTED" sign on the wall that had about 4 inches of dust on it. "Urp!?"
I sqeaked, and said, "I, um ... yes I do! Here, please make yourself
comfortable while I pour us a drink!"
I scurried out of the chair to my liquor cabinet and Lilith proceeded to try
to sit in the chair I had just vacated. "Um. This chair has two pelvis-bone
shaped holes in it, Gorboth" I heard behind me. "It does?" I asked, picking
up a bottle of brandy off some loose papers that were on top of the cabinet.
It was then that I noticed what the papers said.
"Yes, I'll help you when you get me a decent CHAIR" (Lavellan, 2010)
"Gorboth, I really need to sit down to write letters" (Eowul, 2011)
"Pffff. This job should have perks, not pain!" (Fatty, 2012)
Oh dear. To think that all these years, an AoP team concept has been thwarted
by my tailbones! Well, no longer. With much assurances of plush cushions and
leather upholstery, I have gratefully accepted Lilith's generous offer to help
out.
So, let it be known that Lilith is now on the AoP team. She'll be available to
help out with issues you may have, especially related to bugs or rule-breaking
that you feel have gotten your adventures in a bind. If you <mail aop> from
now on, she'll be on the list of recipients, and we'll both do our best to
get you fixed up, listened to, or whatever we can do to set things right.
G.
