Quote Originally Posted by Andres View Post
Gah. Those spoiled brats of Gameroom regulars nowadays.

In my days, you had to walk 20 miles uphill in the snow to be allowed to post a polite request to host a mafia games.

700 miles in arctic cold, 4 weeks without food and 50 lashes later, your request was being handled with only a 10 % chance of approval.
Gah. The sheer arrogance of so-called Gameroom vets nowadays.

In my days, there wasn't even a chance of requests being handled. That's because there weren't requests. Nope, see, back then, we hadn't started breeding like rabbits and so we pretty much had free reign of the place. You wanted to host a game? No problem, just make one and people will join! No wait!

Of course, this was naturally after the Gameroom and all of its Arctic icy glory was created. Way back in the when, we were all at the mercy of our lumberjack neighbors in the Frontroom. Now those, my friend, were some difficult times.