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Once In A While...
Aug. 10th, 2006 01:27 pm...you learn something that genuinely surprises you.
The coffee from Fresh is instant. This is one of those things.
To those who don't already know, I roast, grind and brew my coffee at home. As a result of this, I have tried various different types, of various different origin in various different manners, and consider myself fairly well up on the nuances of taste. I have also trawled far and wide for a decent instant, and since starting to home brew, haven't found one. Imagine, then, my surprise when I found Fresh's staff refilling their machine today. I knew the coffee from Fresh tasted a little thinner than that from the Union shop, but it was still perfectly reasonable.
I think my search is over - if I can't immediately tell I'm drinking instant, that makes it the best instant I've ever tasted. Definitely worth keeping hold of for when the LT shop is shut at main events. Brand to be taken note of - perhaps Fresh themselves can supply me with some.
Right - Wednesday's weekly destruction of Bath's infrastructure.
After waking up and and feeling slightly groggy (multiple gunshot wounds to the face will do that to you), the first port of call was to go and see our go to guy for work, currently operating out of his secondary church due to his first one (Bath Abbey) being slowly destroyed. We had (very thinly veiled) designs on killing him, but Tim/Knife toting maniac decided that wasn't enough bloodshed, took a detour and killed all the clergy at the Abbey on the way. We finally converged on Deacon's church (Jon being stunningly imaginative with his NPC names), where he halfway removed my hand before being slaughtered by the other three. There was a brief bit of commotion where KTM appeared to work a miracle by bringing me back to life, before we emptied the church and killed everyone we found (I don't care how different to me Oliver Marsh actually is, I'm not going to have him kill people inside a church).
Unsure where to go next, I raised a couple of zombies, had them bring out a pew from the church and carry us off down the street in comfort. I also, in a moment of sheer unadulterated childishness, had one of the zombies stop saying 'brains', and instead say 'penises'. We found this amusing.
The tableau of Neo, a rotting corpse, a goth whore and a KTM being carried down a street on a church pew by a pair of zombies led people to believe they were seeing elaborate chuggers and starting offering us money. We played up to this, grabbing an opportune bucket and telling the zombies to change their line to 'give generously'. Well, one said 'give generously' fairly slowly - the other said 'head' whenever it heard the word 'give'. I was in a childish mood - get over it.
After decimating the Green Park Tavern and swiping the whisky rack for Molotov cocktails, we saw an ambulance and had an idea.
Commandeering the next one we saw by way of lobbing a ten year old child through its windscreen and running it off the road, we raised the ambulance driver and paramedic and headed off towards the RUH at ten miles per hour, allowing KTM to harvest some fast food (more children). Once we reached the RUH and got out, the zombies ramraided the A&E department at over sixty with three pure oxygen cylinders discharging themselves in the back. The boom was immaculate.
We then proceeded to call the army (as the Judean People's Front), the Sun, the News of the World, the National Enquirer (as Michael Paine), Buckingham Palace, the fire brigade, New Scotland Yard and Fucking Weird Monthly to offer them exclusives on our status as death knights and the ongoing destruction of Bath. No-one took the bait, so we blamed the Americans instead, wrote 'BUSH IS GOD' on the wall of one of the operating theatres using intestines, called the US Embassy and told them we'd implicated the CIA in the crisis.
Then we ignited the diesel tank round the back of the hospital and caused a river of fire throughout the hospital campus, before stealing one of the Fire engines sent up to fight it, heading back into town and massacring the staff at the Guildhall - something which Jon seemed to take altogether too much pleasure in our describing.
For the last three sessions work, we gained five xp. I feel slightly hard-done by.
The coffee from Fresh is instant. This is one of those things.
To those who don't already know, I roast, grind and brew my coffee at home. As a result of this, I have tried various different types, of various different origin in various different manners, and consider myself fairly well up on the nuances of taste. I have also trawled far and wide for a decent instant, and since starting to home brew, haven't found one. Imagine, then, my surprise when I found Fresh's staff refilling their machine today. I knew the coffee from Fresh tasted a little thinner than that from the Union shop, but it was still perfectly reasonable.
I think my search is over - if I can't immediately tell I'm drinking instant, that makes it the best instant I've ever tasted. Definitely worth keeping hold of for when the LT shop is shut at main events. Brand to be taken note of - perhaps Fresh themselves can supply me with some.
Right - Wednesday's weekly destruction of Bath's infrastructure.
After waking up and and feeling slightly groggy (multiple gunshot wounds to the face will do that to you), the first port of call was to go and see our go to guy for work, currently operating out of his secondary church due to his first one (Bath Abbey) being slowly destroyed. We had (very thinly veiled) designs on killing him, but Tim/Knife toting maniac decided that wasn't enough bloodshed, took a detour and killed all the clergy at the Abbey on the way. We finally converged on Deacon's church (Jon being stunningly imaginative with his NPC names), where he halfway removed my hand before being slaughtered by the other three. There was a brief bit of commotion where KTM appeared to work a miracle by bringing me back to life, before we emptied the church and killed everyone we found (I don't care how different to me Oliver Marsh actually is, I'm not going to have him kill people inside a church).
Unsure where to go next, I raised a couple of zombies, had them bring out a pew from the church and carry us off down the street in comfort. I also, in a moment of sheer unadulterated childishness, had one of the zombies stop saying 'brains', and instead say 'penises'. We found this amusing.
The tableau of Neo, a rotting corpse, a goth whore and a KTM being carried down a street on a church pew by a pair of zombies led people to believe they were seeing elaborate chuggers and starting offering us money. We played up to this, grabbing an opportune bucket and telling the zombies to change their line to 'give generously'. Well, one said 'give generously' fairly slowly - the other said 'head' whenever it heard the word 'give'. I was in a childish mood - get over it.
After decimating the Green Park Tavern and swiping the whisky rack for Molotov cocktails, we saw an ambulance and had an idea.
Commandeering the next one we saw by way of lobbing a ten year old child through its windscreen and running it off the road, we raised the ambulance driver and paramedic and headed off towards the RUH at ten miles per hour, allowing KTM to harvest some fast food (more children). Once we reached the RUH and got out, the zombies ramraided the A&E department at over sixty with three pure oxygen cylinders discharging themselves in the back. The boom was immaculate.
We then proceeded to call the army (as the Judean People's Front), the Sun, the News of the World, the National Enquirer (as Michael Paine), Buckingham Palace, the fire brigade, New Scotland Yard and Fucking Weird Monthly to offer them exclusives on our status as death knights and the ongoing destruction of Bath. No-one took the bait, so we blamed the Americans instead, wrote 'BUSH IS GOD' on the wall of one of the operating theatres using intestines, called the US Embassy and told them we'd implicated the CIA in the crisis.
Then we ignited the diesel tank round the back of the hospital and caused a river of fire throughout the hospital campus, before stealing one of the Fire engines sent up to fight it, heading back into town and massacring the staff at the Guildhall - something which Jon seemed to take altogether too much pleasure in our describing.
For the last three sessions work, we gained five xp. I feel slightly hard-done by.
