IntelligentGamer says, "Come out teefs."

>IntelligentGamer says, "And try to steal from me."

>[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shady park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bustling sounds of the square filtering through the passage to the north to animate the area despite its appearance of peace and serenity. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object. You also see the IntelligentGamer disk, the person disk, a plain steel box and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: 8 people
Obvious paths: north, south, west


>You see High Lord IntelligentGamer BadLastName the Champion.

>You don't find anything of interest here.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

>IntelligentGamer leisurely polishes his blue vultite falchion.

>You don't find anything of interest here.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

>You confusedly say, "I dont see anyone."

>You scratch your head.

>IntelligentGamer points at you!

>[Roll result: 207 (open d100: 43)]
IntelligentGamer feints low, you spot the ruse too late as you twist awkwardly to block the blow that never came!
Roundtime: 8 sec.

IntelligentGamer snickers.

>You frown.

>You ask, "What was that for!?"

>IntelligentGamer says, "I seen ya go into ppeople pockets."

You place your arms akimbo and look about as if waiting for something.

>You loudly exclaim, "You sir did nothing of the sort!"

>You scoff at IntelligentGamer.

>IntelligentGamer asks, "How you know what i see?"

>IntelligentGamer peers quizzically at you.

>IntelligentGamer says, "They my eyes."

>You say, "Go accuse me then."

>You arrogantly say, "Trust me pal, if I WERE working, you couldnt catch me."

>You chortle softly at some secret joke.

There was no stealing contained in this log because I wasn't stealing. Just another log from the big bad wolf/griefer/bully/cancer on an otherwise brilliant game.

Mark/Leash