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Acknowledgments
First of all, this
story is the product of four people's mutual fun with a concept. I cannot
take credit for the tale, as it in many ways told itself throughout the
play of a few months. Our ability to put four people in disparate time
zones and weird internet connections, and hardcore for all that, has stretched
the timeline beyond our initial projections.
The actual history of our raids, being imperfectly recorded in my memory,
have at times been altered by my artistic license. Any errors are utterly
my responsibility, and mine alone.
Hawkmoon/Slicer/Dicer
contributed a considerable amount of prose that helped flesh out a couple
of the characters.
Darkangel/Sissy/Kissy_FOS
contributed a lot of great outlandish ideas, synergy, and humor.
Celtic Hound/Eddy
has been our leader in many ways. He plays a great Paladin, is very supportive
of some really stupid tactical decisions, (like Saucy sometimes forgetting
that AC means less than jacksh** in D2, and acting too much like a D1
Rogue) and started the Goon Squad, which was the escort service a few
of us needed to catch up after our blunders put us into black cloaks in
the chat room.
Gooning allows us
to get together in twos or threes and still HC it together as we experiment
a bit with tactics that we then put into practice, or don't, in the FOS
pursuit.
I also wish to thank
Bolty for the Lurker Lounge. Without it, we would never have "met"
and all agreed to go on this wild goosechase, which we may or may not
complete before the XPACK comes out.

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