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I popped my case open and found that the heat damage on my heatsink around the CPU was so bad... So I rebuilt the computer a little bit. My monitor doesn't support the Hi-Res size, so I ran it on low rez and I got 2971. Which is so stupid. God, they really need to cut the windowed mode out. SPECS: NVidia GeForce 8800 GTX 768mb Intel Core i7 (Six Core, Phantoms 8 cores) [email protected] 6GB Triple Channel DDR3 Ram

Gary Oldman. I jest. Lets see... Whiskeyjack should be played by the Roegadyn version of Mickey Rourke. See below.. Whiskeyjack... ...will whip your ass. And my other major character, Amistad von Praeda. He should be played by a taller version of James Caan with pointy ears. Amistad... ...is devouring your soul and color.

Thank's for the compliments on Whiskeyjack. I can't wait to get a chance to flesh out Amistad - he's a real fun character I've put together. I tend to put serious characters together with wacky NPC's, so I'll be using his two "assistants," Ignis and Lindovo, as comic relief. Basically, those two are akin to a few mafioso - a big one who says little and hits big, often slamming a pun in, and the short, wily guy who talks way too much. Anyway, I pulled out of First Day, and will be creating a story thread this week.

Having had his fill of the bar, he nodded to everyone and walked out, surprisingly, quietly.

MEMORIES! All alone in the Crystal Light! that is all.

Whiskeyjack takes out his pocketwatch. "About five minutes ago. Here's yer signin' bonus." He reaches down at his belt and counts gil into a small bag, handing it over. "1,000 gil ta start should help with any business closin' you need t'do. Meet me in front'a this Inn t'morrow at dawn, eh?" He winks and moves back towards the table. "Ole Whiskeyjack needs ta take his leave." Before leaving he points at Oryn. "Listen kid, I'm gonna need you on my staff t'morrow. If ya want the job offer as we discussed before, show up in front'a this tavern at dawn. I'm movin' a big shipment outwards to Ul'dah an' I need a legal representative for me exports. If yer in, let me know." He smiles and nods, waiting and looking around the table in case anyone had questions before he left.

He gave Orra a wry grin. "How few a thousand? Let's say... 25,000 a year with commission an' special pay fer dangerous missions. I'll toss in free acquisitions from tha export company once monthly. How it sound?"

A new video card and processor could buy 2 PS3's, no doubt. I'll likely wait a little while and get the game for PS3 and fold in, buy the system. It's only like 300 dollars now, right?

Whiskeyjack looks at the Elezen girl with his mouth wide open. He affixes his jaw back into the appropriate spot and finally speaks. "Well. Ye' certainly do know yer way. Hell, I was plannin' on jus' giving you some security job an payin' ya meager wages. Tell ya what... I need a spotter with yer eyes. I don't need ya fer hawkin' goods though, I need ya fer me exports business. I'll toss a few thousand gil a year in for ya, working as my personal bodygirl. You in, kiddo?" He asked, offering her a smile.

So, with that... I've decided to apply to start a guild Aetheryte Holdings LTD - it's actually an idea I was tossing around and when I saw that Company idea in the interview, I've decided to go with it. Hopefully I get approved!

I have a desktop that should easily run around 2000-3500. It's about 4 years old, but 4 years ago it was 2 years ahead of its time. I think I'll probably get a new processor - got an AMD 64 Athalon. Need to get a 64 bit proc though. I'm running an NVIDIA 8800 512mb GPU. Might get another one since Ive got an SLI motherboard. Need to open this thing up and clean it real good and probably invest in another fan.

He nodded and followed Orra along as she pulled him away from the table. "Listen kid, I thinks ya got what it takes. Ya work a crowd well, an' ye got a talented eye. What says you? Want a job?" He smiled as he followed the Elezen girl, nodding back to the table.

He peered over the woman casually, seemingly uninterested in whatever she was selling. "Two-Patch Whiskeyjack. If'n ye want'a know more, I suggest ye ask anyone else 'round here what I do." He gave her a terse smile. "However... I'll tell ya this! One time, I got meself inna' fight with this giant bird. Bugger pecked me eye out, then I punched it, aye? Took me eye back, shoved it back in, an' tha damn bird came back fer more. Took me eye a second time, ate it... so, I tossed a rock at the bastard, grabbed it as it fell, an ate it. Then, I found an eye patch, realized it didn't cover me whole eye, so I got another. Hence, Two-Patch. G'day." He winked and walked back towards the table Orry sat at. He put a hand on her shoulder. "So tell me, Orry... ye' think about me job offer?" He smiled, settling a hand on her shoulder.

He nodded and looked back towards the table, affording "doc" a quick glance, then he looked back to Yecely. "Well everyone, if'n ye'll excuse me..." He followed the woman over to the table and glanced at all of the journalistic detritus littering the space. "What'll it be, missy?"

He looked up at Ora, then fished around his pockets. He handed the girl enough gil to buy a round for the table. "Whiskey, please." He turned around to face her, his back to the others, then spoke quietly. "You say you got skills, eh? Give me a perimeter sweep of the bar, let me know who looks fishy, who looks like potential business, etcetera. Get yerself somethin' ta drink an' eat on me." He turned back to Myra and the others. "Now... where were we!" And smiled.