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That's About It, I Think...
Aug. 18th, 2006 01:55 pm...I think, as far as experiments go, I'm just about finished.
Maybe there'll be a couple more involving mixing some stuff I already have, or redoing something I already made to improve the quality of results, but I'm not going to be doing anything new.
Wednesday's swathe through Bath's population became slightly more surgical as our group of death knights lay low for a couple of weeks to let the heat die down. Having been actually given a mission, rather than being told to go play, we concentrated on trying to track down evidence of vampires from the few people in the city that were both still alive and aware of such things. Managing to get the name of a strip club from a colleague of one of our victims, we managed to track down an exceptionally dexy vampire dressed as Kermit the Frog. KTM took exception to what she was wearing and cut her clothes off, before she unsuccessfully attempted to decapitate me (to her eternal surprise) and got crypt bolted for her trouble, giving KTM enough time to almost cut her in half longways with his sword. We drank a few random clubbers dry and headed home consdering it quite a good night's work, before pimping out GW to various degenerates found in Kermit's little black book and killing them by means of projectile seagulls. We were in a slightly silly mood.
KTM now has the highest body count, GW's clothes are getting briefer by the hour, WC is now unable to hang out with anyone but us because of the overpowering stench, and I, well, I have the largest collection of porn in existence. Attempting to get police files, KTM managed to roll over the vice squad's computers and didn't want what he found, so it was added to the forty-odd tea chests of discs there were already in my personal collection.
On the surface, honey caramel crunch ice cream seems to work. The proof is in this evening's pudding, but it didn't break the churn when I made it so it can't be that bad.
I've burnt my finger and it is now sporting a hole - does this mean I will fail the fingerprint parade upon my attempting to gain entry to the US and be sent home?
On close inspection of Calton Walk, I found three things that were mine, so the ex-landlord's wife may have been slightly justified in complaining. It doesn't alter the fact that she spoke to me like I was some kind of earthcrawling insect and didn't give me the chance to respond, even with an apology. I am still pissed off about this.
Getting ready for a main event where most of my time will be spent as a monster is less like innocently anticipating a game then it is excitedly anticipating a show. I've got a PC to play, but between Lorne, Mindstalker, and the fact that I won't be taking the field for the final battle, the Gathering has more of a "gig to get right" feel to it than any gamers joy at participating. I'm not sure whether I think this is a good thing (I'm getting to play roles that are more fun and get more noticed than my PCs ever will be, and disseminate plot to to the players) or a bad thing (I'm thinking about what I'm doing too much and worrying that I'm giving people archvillain fatigue). Maybe it's the removal of the rose tinted spectacles at last, but anyone who has talked LT with me will know that I've thought they've been off for quite some time.
I dunno - does anyone else who plays long term monsters/NPCs have this as well? Or is it just the fact I came to Locko via a stage rather than the top of a table?
Emma arrives in just under five hours. Must go prepare.
Maybe there'll be a couple more involving mixing some stuff I already have, or redoing something I already made to improve the quality of results, but I'm not going to be doing anything new.
Wednesday's swathe through Bath's population became slightly more surgical as our group of death knights lay low for a couple of weeks to let the heat die down. Having been actually given a mission, rather than being told to go play, we concentrated on trying to track down evidence of vampires from the few people in the city that were both still alive and aware of such things. Managing to get the name of a strip club from a colleague of one of our victims, we managed to track down an exceptionally dexy vampire dressed as Kermit the Frog. KTM took exception to what she was wearing and cut her clothes off, before she unsuccessfully attempted to decapitate me (to her eternal surprise) and got crypt bolted for her trouble, giving KTM enough time to almost cut her in half longways with his sword. We drank a few random clubbers dry and headed home consdering it quite a good night's work, before pimping out GW to various degenerates found in Kermit's little black book and killing them by means of projectile seagulls. We were in a slightly silly mood.
KTM now has the highest body count, GW's clothes are getting briefer by the hour, WC is now unable to hang out with anyone but us because of the overpowering stench, and I, well, I have the largest collection of porn in existence. Attempting to get police files, KTM managed to roll over the vice squad's computers and didn't want what he found, so it was added to the forty-odd tea chests of discs there were already in my personal collection.
On the surface, honey caramel crunch ice cream seems to work. The proof is in this evening's pudding, but it didn't break the churn when I made it so it can't be that bad.
I've burnt my finger and it is now sporting a hole - does this mean I will fail the fingerprint parade upon my attempting to gain entry to the US and be sent home?
On close inspection of Calton Walk, I found three things that were mine, so the ex-landlord's wife may have been slightly justified in complaining. It doesn't alter the fact that she spoke to me like I was some kind of earthcrawling insect and didn't give me the chance to respond, even with an apology. I am still pissed off about this.
Getting ready for a main event where most of my time will be spent as a monster is less like innocently anticipating a game then it is excitedly anticipating a show. I've got a PC to play, but between Lorne, Mindstalker, and the fact that I won't be taking the field for the final battle, the Gathering has more of a "gig to get right" feel to it than any gamers joy at participating. I'm not sure whether I think this is a good thing (I'm getting to play roles that are more fun and get more noticed than my PCs ever will be, and disseminate plot to to the players) or a bad thing (I'm thinking about what I'm doing too much and worrying that I'm giving people archvillain fatigue). Maybe it's the removal of the rose tinted spectacles at last, but anyone who has talked LT with me will know that I've thought they've been off for quite some time.
I dunno - does anyone else who plays long term monsters/NPCs have this as well? Or is it just the fact I came to Locko via a stage rather than the top of a table?
Emma arrives in just under five hours. Must go prepare.
