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Fun with D&D.
Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:48 pmI think I'm starting to get the hang of this system. Just starting, and it involves a lot of frantic page-ups and -downs to get to the place I put the information I need at any given moment. I'm working on it.
Also, I had hysterics, or at least Chris had--I failed a horror check after CERTAIN EVIL JANITORS who shall remain nameless blew up a mutated baby-thing and it spattered on me. (Which was after the same evil janitor blew up my gun--fortunately not my good one--to stop me shooting another party member, which was when I was mind-controlled-ish, which was after we found the decomposing body hidden in a pipe, which was after the night of bad sleep with creepy magically-appearing poems, which was after...yeah. It was a good time to have hysterics.) Featured in my hyperventilating wails was 'Why is everything blowing up in my face today?!' It was fun. Liam enjoys shattering everything he can get his character's powers on.
I really have to work out how to turn Prestidigiation to my advantage as a spell. This shouldn't be too hard in a setting with guns, since, say, preventing a gun from firing shouldn't take much force. Yes, I am now a bard who knows she is a bard, but since I haven't had a chance to add any new spells since finding out, it doesn't help much. I wanna level up. *pouts* But! I now have a better gun and some armor. Next shopping trip: random useful objects and something to carry them in.
We then spent literally two hours over dinner, talking, freaking each other out on purpose (Isaac would make a lovely geisha, *serious nod*), and generally having fun. I have friends, or at least people who may well become friends. Yay. ;)
I never quite realized how weird it is to try joining a group that already has a load of in-jokes. It makes it harder to understand what the heck people are talking about, which may be a good thing.
Also, I had hysterics, or at least Chris had--I failed a horror check after CERTAIN EVIL JANITORS who shall remain nameless blew up a mutated baby-thing and it spattered on me. (Which was after the same evil janitor blew up my gun--fortunately not my good one--to stop me shooting another party member, which was when I was mind-controlled-ish, which was after we found the decomposing body hidden in a pipe, which was after the night of bad sleep with creepy magically-appearing poems, which was after...yeah. It was a good time to have hysterics.) Featured in my hyperventilating wails was 'Why is everything blowing up in my face today?!' It was fun. Liam enjoys shattering everything he can get his character's powers on.
I really have to work out how to turn Prestidigiation to my advantage as a spell. This shouldn't be too hard in a setting with guns, since, say, preventing a gun from firing shouldn't take much force. Yes, I am now a bard who knows she is a bard, but since I haven't had a chance to add any new spells since finding out, it doesn't help much. I wanna level up. *pouts* But! I now have a better gun and some armor. Next shopping trip: random useful objects and something to carry them in.
We then spent literally two hours over dinner, talking, freaking each other out on purpose (Isaac would make a lovely geisha, *serious nod*), and generally having fun. I have friends, or at least people who may well become friends. Yay. ;)
I never quite realized how weird it is to try joining a group that already has a load of in-jokes. It makes it harder to understand what the heck people are talking about, which may be a good thing.