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Eek!

I just decided to check pre-reg for Conquest.

The convention isn't on until Easter, another 11 or so weeks, but I already have a hell of a lot of people signed up.

Ball of Dreams is 12 (Session G) and 4 (Session K) players.
Friday Night Poker Club: Arkham Asylum Edition is 6 each session (Session C and Session M)
Powerplay is 12 players (Session B)

Oh dear. I actually am believing my reputation with that sort of reaction.

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merinnan
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:37 am (UTC)
We told you so ^_^
halloranelder
Feb. 6th, 2006 12:30 pm (UTC)
Yes, you did.

;p
pheline
Feb. 6th, 2006 10:17 pm (UTC)
Heh. This means you have to put up with milady warragul and myself for Ball of Dreams and Poker.

*sigh*
I pity you. ;)
halloranelder
Feb. 6th, 2006 11:50 pm (UTC)
I've dealt with worse. :)
mareth_redorb
Feb. 7th, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)
Dare we ask who?

:)
halloranelder
Feb. 7th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)
non_lj_mark as The Cat is the first one that springs to mind.
mareth_redorb
Feb. 7th, 2006 03:49 am (UTC)
And look how long it took me to get him doing exactly what I wanted :)
halloranelder
Feb. 7th, 2006 05:13 am (UTC)
True, but you're evil, so that's no surprise.
mareth_redorb
Feb. 7th, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)
:)
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