Watched the last 40 minutes of Barry Lyndon then went down Santa Monica.
Got Connie, there's the kid crashing on the couch. Headed south past all the furniture stores.
One of the houses on the block has this miniature library in a box. Glass fronted, a little bigger than a mailbox: leave a book, take a book.
Connie makes her character "You can roll 3d6 in order or make 6 characters and choose the one you like best".
"I'll just roll one and go" she says. Just like Mandy did. Because they're awesome. I would like to pretend I could take responsibility for how awesome they are, but I can't. They were like this from day one.
Here's Kirin, he gives us waffles and fried chicken and tries to kill us.
He can't because he's only the GM and all he has is a big slab of vanilla called Rappan Athuk and there are 5 of us and we have 3d6 in order and rope and string and lard and caltrops and armor made from the iron cobra we killed last week.
Also: two varieties of Pepperidge Farm distinctive cookies and a fruit plate. We cannot be destroyed.
The new puppy is here, his name is Chewbacca. He is playing a wardog named Carnage we bought for 25gp.
We come around the corner into the bandits' lair--we're outnumbered 2 to 1. 4 rounds later half of them are shot to pieces and the other half are in a pit trap between 2 zombies and a burning mule.
The man who works at the general store is suspicious. We keep leaving with fresh mules and lubricant and keep coming back with money.
To see your foes driven before you, to see them crushed in a pit trap between the living dead who were once their companions and who are now trying to eat their brains and a mule you realize belatedly you might not even have had to set on fire--to do this at first level while eating chicken and waffles and Distinctive Cookies... and to do this on a Thursday evening with your friends and a puppy and with only one of you having to appear in court in the morning. This is an excellent Thursday in Los Angeles.
I love this.
d100 Everyday Deaths
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