I'm not worried. I have a hardsuit and a fast (War)horse. ^_^

Okay, Bert.  Looks like I have to finish the first part of my new (the 50th 
new fic I've started so far) and actually post it, so I can claim my hardsuit 
and participate in glorious battle against you.


"Wait a sec, isn't my fic in 2032-2033?  Umm, well.. I can explain Bert.  I 
mean I didn't intend to offend you or anything"

Doug's parlaying action is interrupted as he sees two glimmering red eyeslots 
flash to life on the towering hardsuit.  Electronic laughing filled the air...

This is what happens after I review a fic at 1 A.M.  ;)