Weekly Recap:
Sorry about not blogging. I realize now that not having a National Election took the wind out of my Blogging sails...but I'll try to come up with something today.
Put up the Christmas lights inside and outside the house.
Had the GoG over for dinner and gaming on Saturday. We had a great turnout: The Warden drove down from Sacto, the Acupuncturist returned from his Internship in China, The GM, NTT's Brain, the Prof., Rave-boy, Mighty-Mook, and theDiscourser all attended. I took them out to dinner at Burgermeister, an award winning burger joint in Alameda.
Then a short stint at the Hobnob, a cool gaming pub a couple of blocks down the street in downtown.
Then we returned to my pad for some gaming...or we tried to game.
With this very distractable group, it is hard pressed for any GM to get a solid 10 minutes of concentrated gaming in at one time. Here is how it usually goes:
GM: "Your party enters a narrow corridor, its walls hewn from stone, a near mirror surface. You exit into a large cavernous room and far into its dark interior, you see shimmering movement...your floodlights reflecting off a shiny carapace, your eyes steal a glimpse of some demonic terror."
Warden: "GET TO THE CHOPPER!!" (Arnold Voice)
Discourser: "If it bleeds, we can kill it." (Arnold Voice)
The Prof: "I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman." (Homer Voice)
Rave-Boy: "My character looks at his reflection in the mirror like surface....and can I reverse the polarity on my pulse weapon so that I can blow it up like in Star Trek???...and is that a Diamond Gem on the wall?!...I pluck it out with my Officer's knife...and...and...."
NTT's Brain: ....(continues to play guitar, giggling).....
Supergoober: "GM! GM! Is Amanda Veshell preoccupied? Is her back turned toward me? In that case, I aim the Minaren Assault rifle at her head...very quietly"
The Warden: "KKKAAAHHHNNN!!!!!!" (Kirk Voice)
Mighty-Mook: (rolling dice)...."I now have 57 OCV bitch!"....stands up and flexes. (Jason Poines Voice)
The Warden: "My balls itch..."
The GM: "Oh yeah! Check out my new Benchmade! The blade Steel is CMP-M4" .....(oh Lord, even the GM has now succumbed)....
The Discourser: "What is the riddle of Steel!?" (Thulsa Doom Voice)
The Prof: "maximum solubility of carbon in iron (as austenite) is 2.14% by weight, occurring at 1149 °C; higher concentrations of carbon or lower temperatures will produce cementite...."..................
The Warden: "Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe!" (Thulsa Doom Voice)
The Discourser: ....(points his buttocks toward the Mighty Mook and grimaces)....
Supergoober: "Dude, what is wrong with your ass!"
The Warden: "That is but child's play."(Major Toht Voice)....and proceeds to rip one of his own, nearly collapsing from the effort....
The Prof: "I take his XP! I take his XP!"
The Accupunturist: ....looks away in disbelief and abject frustration....
And this is how it usually goes. Splinter conversations, endless distractions, Iphones, Laptops, WiFi, Cheese Puffs, and Beer all add up.
Anywayz, that's it for now.
Put up the Christmas lights inside and outside the house.
Had the GoG over for dinner and gaming on Saturday. We had a great turnout: The Warden drove down from Sacto, the Acupuncturist returned from his Internship in China, The GM, NTT's Brain, the Prof., Rave-boy, Mighty-Mook, and theDiscourser all attended. I took them out to dinner at Burgermeister, an award winning burger joint in Alameda.
Then a short stint at the Hobnob, a cool gaming pub a couple of blocks down the street in downtown.
Then we returned to my pad for some gaming...or we tried to game.
With this very distractable group, it is hard pressed for any GM to get a solid 10 minutes of concentrated gaming in at one time. Here is how it usually goes:
GM: "Your party enters a narrow corridor, its walls hewn from stone, a near mirror surface. You exit into a large cavernous room and far into its dark interior, you see shimmering movement...your floodlights reflecting off a shiny carapace, your eyes steal a glimpse of some demonic terror."
Warden: "GET TO THE CHOPPER!!" (Arnold Voice)
Discourser: "If it bleeds, we can kill it." (Arnold Voice)
The Prof: "I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman." (Homer Voice)
Rave-Boy: "My character looks at his reflection in the mirror like surface....and can I reverse the polarity on my pulse weapon so that I can blow it up like in Star Trek???...and is that a Diamond Gem on the wall?!...I pluck it out with my Officer's knife...and...and...."
NTT's Brain: ....(continues to play guitar, giggling).....
Supergoober: "GM! GM! Is Amanda Veshell preoccupied? Is her back turned toward me? In that case, I aim the Minaren Assault rifle at her head...very quietly"
The Warden: "KKKAAAHHHNNN!!!!!!" (Kirk Voice)
Mighty-Mook: (rolling dice)...."I now have 57 OCV bitch!"....stands up and flexes. (Jason Poines Voice)
The Warden: "My balls itch..."
The GM: "Oh yeah! Check out my new Benchmade! The blade Steel is CMP-M4" .....(oh Lord, even the GM has now succumbed)....
The Discourser: "What is the riddle of Steel!?" (Thulsa Doom Voice)
The Prof: "maximum solubility of carbon in iron (as austenite) is 2.14% by weight, occurring at 1149 °C; higher concentrations of carbon or lower temperatures will produce cementite...."..................
The Warden: "Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe!" (Thulsa Doom Voice)
The Discourser: ....(points his buttocks toward the Mighty Mook and grimaces)....
Supergoober: "Dude, what is wrong with your ass!"
The Warden: "That is but child's play."(Major Toht Voice)....and proceeds to rip one of his own, nearly collapsing from the effort....
The Prof: "I take his XP! I take his XP!"
The Accupunturist: ....looks away in disbelief and abject frustration....
And this is how it usually goes. Splinter conversations, endless distractions, Iphones, Laptops, WiFi, Cheese Puffs, and Beer all add up.
Anywayz, that's it for now.
posted by supergoober at
9:01 AM
2 Comments:
damn I miss gaming nights
-Craftsman
You miss them...at least you can make it a time or two.....Thanks Perb, that was a brillant description of a typical night. I laughed quite loudly.....it also helps that I can hear everyone's voice and bad impressions in my mind.
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