Flockwars

Organized by

Fiki, Donal, Gordan, Gar & Cat

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The role-playing game of wargaming sheep, he said. Run it at Gaelcon, he said. It'll be deadly he said. C'mon Eamon it'll be deadly, he said. Fiki laughed. Ceire laughed, and I died a little inside. I looked around me...at the people that I thought were my friends and realized that I knew none of them. None of them at all. I was alone. So utterly alone. "I'm going to my trailer." I said. "I may be some time." And only the gin could numb the pain...

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