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.