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VorpalCon, here I come...

I'm going to VorpalCon, and there's a number of people in Adelaide who are breathing easy now that I've said that. :)

Flights booked, except that it's myself and Travis going, not just me. He decided he wanted to go yesterday, so he is.

Leaving Melbourne midday on Friday the 14th of September, landing in Adelaide at 12:50. VorpalCon is Saturday the 15th and Sunday the 16th, and we leave Adelaide at 8:00pm on Monday the 17th of September.

I'm down to run three games, 12/1, Homeward Bound and Pathway to Eternity. Should be fun to inflict my brain on a new bunch of peoples.

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verdigriis
Aug. 22nd, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
I guess I should sign up then :-)
travisjhall
Aug. 22nd, 2007 12:00 pm (UTC)

I decided some time ago that I'd like to go. I just didn't get around to organising it.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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