Fun with D&D.
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cygna_himeI 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.
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Date: 2007-09-24 08:07 am (UTC)As for useful items, a friend of mine once played a Barbarian who carried around a goblin corpse. Whenever the party encountered a suspicious corridor or room, he'd toss the corpse ahead of him, and trigger all the traps and ambushes. The party lost all semblance of the element of surprise, but what the party Barbarian wants to do, the Barbarian gets to do.
The closest I did for that was picking up small rocks, casting Light on them, and then tossing them into darkened rooms and shadows for illumination. More prosaic, but also more hygienic.
(You'll notice that tabletop roleplayers tend to have plenty of in-jokes we'd be happy to share, plenty of gaming stories we'd be happy to share, and plenty of superstitions about dice-rolling we'd be happy to share.)
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Date: 2007-09-24 11:06 am (UTC)You know what was seriously depressing? I rolled natural 20s on all my Search and Spot checks--when we had plenty of time to look around. Every time the DM decided to screw with us while walking through the woods and make us turn around and do a Spot check for harmless wildlife? Yeah, I rolled a 20. Can I roll above a 10 on Will saves to save my...well, will? No!