Had to share this post from a members-only WW2Online forum. Dayum.
Subject: stop pleading to the jury, rightwingers the trial is over
You've been found culpable
Competent to stand trial, but competent for almost nothing else
We all know your crimes, and there's no need to list them here
You are all convicted now, and as convicts, you have no credibility
No one cares when you say you were framed, that it was "the other guy who done it"
Each one of you shares the stain of avaricious drool, and bilous ruin, but the rest of us have to make things right now
Nobody can tell you to STFU, so justice is never quite served, I suppose.
However, each of you has to live with the knowledge that your stunted, naive, and rapacious economic ideology has led us to that which you feared most: The Socialist State
You brought us to this position, now kindly get out of the way and shut up while responsible people try to undo your damage.
So, my group of mid-30's gamers have largely managed to get past the mid-summer doldrums and we've actually gamed the last two scheduled sessions (we aim for every other week).
The previous session, three weeks ago, one person couldn't make it, and the other was a maybe. I'm personally tired of the "I'll put maybe because I don't have the guts to say no" approach, so I told everyone it was on, and we played down two (normally five players and myself as the DM).
It was good. I was able to run each of the three folks a fair ways along their personal plot threads, and everyone left jazzed about the game. One of my players also has turned out to have a real flair for writing session recaps, which saves me a ton of work post-game and a lot of delays in-game as I scribble down what's happening.
Last Friday we gamed again, and were only down one person, and it was even better. A major, major event from the paladin's past was dragged kicking and screaming out in to the light of day. He had been slain, raised, destroyed, and brought back again - with no resultant memory, and nobody else still in the party had been there; he had become very uncertain of his path as a result. A priest of death, however, heard about a paladin who was slain yet still walked, and came to see if this was a perversion (IE: was he actually undead), and utilized a MacGuffin that very, very painfully forced the soul to relive the experience, somewhat restoring the paladin's memories.
The swashbuckling Count Diego faced down his duel with panache and kicked his challenger's ass with ease (Note: D&D rules suck for raising tension in a duel), then bought out a failing inn with the intention of creating a swordsman's school. Perhaps he should be paying more attention to the notes left on his door, though....
Ever-so-creepy and "not evil, honestly" sorceror Vox had to bail on his abode, after being almost ambushed there by a mysterious group called "the Silencers". He's now on the run in the city.
And finally, stalwart Haufn, priest of the war-god Marrek, is finding that he's getting dragged in to a street-war between gangs of pre-adolescent toughs, and wondering what the hell is going on.
The players left really energized again, with discrete plans for the future. I'm lovin' it.
I may just get a new helm after fighting in my current one for 17 years. It's starting to show some serious dents, and is really big. I've got a freaking huge head, yet I have over an inch of padding in this helm...
Chang brought over one that he made a while back, and I'm pondering it. It's not quite as slimline as I was hoping, but I also agree with him that the current "single layer of foam" is insanity that will ensure concussions. I work in IT; I'm not about to futz around with my brain's safety.
Jul. 8th, 2008 @ 04:31 pm
The latest episode of my fighting blog - chipping away at a backlog of about 8 recorded practices, many of which aren't really going to justify a videoblog entry.
Jun. 9th, 2008 @ 10:58 pm
Goodness me - it's been over a year since I last updated this. My Blogger account is even worse off, so don't feel too bad, LJ....
Let's see, what's happened in the last year.
I gave up on Tribal Wars. Extremely annoying forum idiots, liars and cheats, and too big of a time suck. If it wasn't fun, why was I spending 2-3 hours a day on it?
Team Fortress 2 came out, and I played it until my eyes bled. So much blood! I loves me a pyro....
My Haukmoor campaign finally completed a "farewell" story arc for one of the PC's. That was supposed to be 4-6 sessions taking a little over a month - it became 14 sessions and took two years. We're now rolling on a variety of new plotlines and it seems to have re-invigorated my players.
I got serious about my SCA fighting, finally. My body's not liking a lot of it (sucks to be 35 and competing with 25 year olds) but you play the hand you got dealt. Unfortunately I just got dealt a joker and threw my back out a week ago.
I've become a podcast addict, when it comes to podcasts about RPGs. I'm regularly listening to eight of them now, with Fear The Boot, Sons of Kryos, and Dragon's Landing leading the pack.
Assorted family hijinks on my parent's side, and it looks like it's not going to end well.
We ripped out all the carpet in the living room and replaced it with laminate flooring. No, I don't own the house, I'm just an idiot tenant that loves to be a DIY handyman. I didn't pay for it myself, though; I'm not that idiotic. ;) We also repainted, the place actually looks decent now.
My wife and I celebrated our tenth and eleventh wedding anniversaries (June 1st).
Finally, said wife is expecting, and due August 18th, with our first kid. It's purportedly a girl, but the techs are all being cagey about it.
That's not everything, but it's an eclectic smattering of the major and the minor. It'll do for now.
Jun. 9th, 2008 @ 03:09 pm
I shouldn't be online right now. I should be at my friend Jacob's place, rolling dice and scribbling on my character sheet.
A week ago, he put forward a 1200-1800 gaming session on Google Calendar, and asked everyone to please respond as soon as possible to allow smooth rescheduling.
Only three players out of five responded. Me, and another fellow were yes, and one maybe.
Then, last night at 0225 I get an email that it's being rescheduled to an 1800 start, because somebody's not available.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over.
I'm really unimpressed by this. Not responding for so long is incredibly disrespectful to the other players. I could have been participating in a match with my Counterstrike clan tonight, but now I'll be gaming instead. I have to put in a last minute cancellation with them, and that makes me look like a jerk.
Words shall be exchanged. We're all in our thirties, this kind of shit should be far behind us.
Mar. 4th, 2007 @ 04:48 pm
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