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.
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You may be in LA and I may be in Cape Town but your joy is universal. Thanks for blogging it.
"The man who works at the general store is suspicious. We keep leaving with fresh mules and lubricant and keep coming back with money."
It's going to be a loooong day for me. Thanks for that particular little bit of joy.
A happy reminder that the game is always about how you play , not what you have to play with !
Good times. Good times.
Gaming is good.
This is what gaming was meant to be like - good times with good people.
So what kind of roleplayer is the puppy?
Sounds awesome. But beware the retribution of the Mule God.
That miniature library sounds like a Little Free Library. There's one in my neighborhood (in Brooklyn) too. There's a town in Wisconsin that's actually banned the things.
Amen.
My players recently realized just how much havoc there is to be wreaked when the undead come into play. I had underestimated the power of the pawn.
How did you get the pouchy to play?
Barry Lindon is a great film. Legendary for it's use of natural light cinematography. The candle scenes were shot with lenses made originally for NASA.
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