Three games in three days
Last night, played some bad-ass Shadowrun with Mr L. Got to explore the wilds of post-apoc Brisbane with a bunch of drug-addled nerve-wracked supersoldiers with itchy trigger fingers and no teambuilding skills. Pretty awesome.
Tomorrow - wargaming, mini-painting and maybe some WFRP to finish. Dear God life is sweet.
Today...oh God. Sometimes I think Mr C is an angel from heaven, and Amber is his bounty. The funny...dear God the funny that this game provides...that it lets ME provide. Within two minutes, Glorious Badger was naked and covered in garlic. Ten minutes later he was humping a corpse, trying to wipe the garlic off, in case the corpse was a vampire. Interestingly, he was wearing the garlic because he thought it might stop him turning into a werewolf. Later, when the vampire came back to life, Badger was chasing him around the room screaming "LICK ME! LICK MEEEE!!!!"
There are no words for how awesome that was. Amber - the game where I can truly be myself.
Also, I must recommend being a Paladin of your father. Because when you turn undead, you can take out a picture of him and yell "You see this guy? HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU VERY MUCH!" (This also works (in Badger's mind) on vampires and automotons.)
Other highlights: Badger: Right. Can I have a piggy back on the iron golem now? Weasel Joe: Alright. But just once around the room!
Badger: Hey, while we were there were there any other graves to rob? Colin: No! Badger: Damn, I wanted a skull.
Black Scarlett: (to rich noble Michel whose sweet on her) When I have enough money for a boat, I'm going to sail back to the islands. In fact, if you bought me a boat, you could come too. In fact, we could go right now. Badger: Yep! Just buy us a boat and I promise we'll all go away as fast as possible! Michel: Tempting...
Badger: Why are you talking about frogs? Black Scarlett: Remember, we have to pretend that Camille is insane! Badger: Oh yeah. (pause) That explains EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER SAID since we got here.
Colin: Are you going to bed? Badger: No, I'm going to worship my God the only way I know how: naked squat thrusts to the tune of Macho Man.
Ptaleth: (to Spite, Badger's roommate) Can you tell your friend to keep the noise down tonight? Spite: If you think the noise is bad, you should see the visuals.
Badger: It's a man's life covered in garlic butter.
Weasel Joe: What we need now is a flying invisible true-seeing weasel.
Black Scarlett: Let's make a list of everyone who's a vampire and everyone who's a werewolf.
(after leading the king and queen on a long wild goose chase to give the others time to investigate crimes properly) Steve: Col, is there a dungeon in this place? Col: Yes. You're in it. Steve: RESULT!
Later though, Col said he was only joking.
Steve: I'm in jail Col: No you're not Steve: Yes I am. I told the queen she had to get naked and wrestle me in garlic butter. Col: They called you names and threw you out. You're not in prison. Steve: Damn. Can I at least have been beaten up? Col: No!
Everyone, at some point in the session: I'm holding the halfling.
It occurs to me that Badger's kinda like Bender in many ways. If Bender was constantly huffing butane and on a sugar rush, while riding a dog. Mainly it's just that Badger and Bender both take their stealing religiously (literally, in Badger's case). Yes, it is a simple and beautiful religion, the Order of Leaping Rabbit. There are only three commandments: 1. Protect the weak. 2. Smite the evil. 3. STEAL EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T NAILED DOWN. 4. Nudity is endlessly amusing. Nude halflings doubly so.
The invisible flying true-seeing weasel is a good example of something though. It's not just that we're silly people. It's that a high magic world like D&D is INHERENTLY silly. I mean, we live in a world where spiderclimb potions are a dime a dozen. I can't be the only one who doesn't imagine calvary riding their horses up castle walls.
Anyway. Dear God, so much gaming. And WFRP books to write, and games to design...it's great to be alive. Sometimes I worry that this particularly hobby is taking over too much of my life. But it gives me so much freaking joy, there's no reason why it shouldn't. Although it does help that all my gamer friends are wonderful people who make me laugh till I pee my pants. Or their pants. Or GOD'S PANTS.
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