I was in a used book store last week and saw a full set of D&D books for sale. It reminded me of all the times we sat there eating bad food, talking in bad British accents (mostly quoting the Python) and racking up XP to beat the band. Ok, mostly quoting Python and getting through only two rooms of the dungeon because we are discussing who is standing where when the trap goes off and who gets what when its time to divide the loot ( I still contend that the +2 cloak of strength was mine Jar)....good times.
Don't play dumb with me. You took the ring with +1 defense and intelligence at the last monster and I was supposed to get the next magical item, but your asthmatic weakling wizard with scoliosis gets encumbered after 3 gold pieces so everyone says (Using whiny girl voice)"give him the cloak so he can go up a slight incline with out slowing us down" I still say we should have left you for monster chow, BUT NOOOOO, We might need a magic arrow in the first round of meele and then someone to police up our dead bodies after the rest of us do the heavy lifting on monster fights, so I get out voted. Wizards were always such pansies. Give me a yard of good steel any day.(Grumble)
Pansies! HAH! Obviously you forgot about my wizard Tim, with the most excellent arrangement of spells arranged by offensive and defensive capabilities.
Heh. Personally, have always been more to the SciFi than the Fantasy. One of the memories that sticks with me is a Space Opera game session. Davis's character, not realizing we had just turned the tied on a group of raiders and who's Captain I was just about to interrogate, bursts in the room...shouts something like "Die rebel scum!"...and disintigrates the Captain's head with a shotgun blast.
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I was in a used book store last week and saw a full set of D&D books for sale. It reminded me of all the times we sat there eating bad food, talking in bad British accents (mostly quoting the Python) and racking up XP to beat the band. Ok, mostly quoting Python and getting through only two rooms of the dungeon because we are discussing who is standing where when the trap goes off and who gets what when its time to divide the loot ( I still contend that the +2 cloak of strength was mine Jar)....good times.
Cloak? What cloak. I'm sure I have no idea what cloak you're referring to...
Don't play dumb with me. You took the ring with +1 defense and intelligence at the last monster and I was supposed to get the next magical item, but your asthmatic weakling wizard with scoliosis gets encumbered after 3 gold pieces so everyone says (Using whiny girl voice)"give him the cloak so he can go up a slight incline with out slowing us down" I still say we should have left you for monster chow, BUT NOOOOO, We might need a magic arrow in the first round of meele and then someone to police up our dead bodies after the rest of us do the heavy lifting on monster fights, so I get out voted. Wizards were always such pansies. Give me a yard of good steel any day.(Grumble)
/casts Feeblemind on Davis
Hrm. No apparent effect. Interesting, but not really unexpected.
Perhaps a Geas to go moon a band of bugbears would improve his manners a bit...
Pansies! HAH! Obviously you forgot about my wizard Tim, with the most excellent arrangement of spells arranged by offensive and defensive capabilities.
Heh. Personally, have always been more to the SciFi than the Fantasy. One of the memories that sticks with me is a Space Opera game session. Davis's character, not realizing we had just turned the tied on a group of raiders and who's Captain I was just about to interrogate, bursts in the room...shouts something like "Die rebel scum!"...and disintigrates the Captain's head with a shotgun blast.
There is no problem that can't be solved with the proper application of a shotgun.
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