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12/22/09 01:20 pm - No snarky title today

I don’t post on here often… Really I pretty much never post on here. Last night something happened that I think needs recorded somewhere. Around six PM I was lounging around Crystal’s Mom’s apartment while she (Crystal) got ready to go outside and make a snowman. I heard a young woman screaming through the windows of the apartment. This wasn’t just a play fight scream or anything, this was a distress call. She screamed continually for thirty or forty seconds and after a pause of maybe twenty seconds did it again.
Before the second scream was even around I was on my feet. I checked the window to see if I could see anything. I couldn’t. I started for the door when the other screams started. By the time they ended, Crystal was out of the bathroom. “Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied.
I said, “I’ll be right back,” and ran out of the apartment. I think I almost trampled her mom. I was taking the stairs three or four at a time sprinting down towards the first floor. At the same time I was calling 9-1-1. I don’t know the address of the Apartment so I gave them the nearest intersection. The police were dispatched and arrived eventually. (Truth be told they weren’t all that long in getting there, time just takes longer when you’re waiting.)
While waiting for them to arrive I paced up Montgomery on one side of the street and then down the other. I kept my eyes and ears open. I didn’t hear or see anything. By the time I finished this first sweep Crystal had come downstairs. I asked her to get my coat (this was the first I’d noticed the cold) as much to get her back inside as to get me warm. I paced a second time. It’s hard to remain calm in that kind of situation, but running and stomping wouldn’t have helped me find someone in the dark.
When she returned with my coat I asked Crystal to wait inside. She didn’t. I knew she wanted to help, but I really couldn’t let something happen to her. (I know how reasonable it is to run around unarmed looking for a situation that caused that kind of scream and worry about her safety and not my own.  I’m in love and don’t need to be reasonable.)
When the officer arrived I was oddly relieved to see it was a woman. Can’t explain it, I just expected her to take it a bit more seriously. I expected her to be a bit less likely to shrug and say it was my imagination. It turns out I was right. She and two other officers apparently searched for a long while. They found nothing in the area around the apartment building. 
As I was leaving later in the evening, I saw an officer still investigating a block away, searching in some bushes. At least I know they were thorough. 
I called this morning to confirm that no one was found.
I’m a mix between relieved and anxious. I hope that Crystal and I were hearing things…  I hope that if we weren’t that it was just a girl who had snow shoved down her shirt and was overreacting. I’m not sure how to feel right now. I heard what I heard and I have trouble not thinking the worst.

7/1/09 01:11 pm - I've met the Lance

I feel like this would be more suited to Memorial Day than a few days before the Fourth...

I found this while browsing the intertubes.  I liked it so here it is.

Soldier by Robert Frost

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

6/5/09 08:12 am - It's the End of the World as We Know It...

So... Last night I had a dream that my father was a True Fae (C:tL style). It amounted to a several hour long chase with him using everything from Dogs to Hounds to try to kill me for some undisclosed reason. I was returning the favor and often giving as good as I got.  At the end it was me staring him down and walking into a hail of gunfire (not pleasant when you can feel your dreams). His aim sucked which is justifiable as his job was to lay or disarm landmines not so much shoot people. He reloaded his M4 just as I got to him and I took a bullet in the chest as I removed his mag. For some reason this completely defeated him and my friends were safe.


What’s that you say, I didn’t mention my friends before this... Yeah, neither did the dream. Apparently they were next.


I collapsed to the ground and bled to death slowly. As the light faded I woke up with a start...


My only thought? “Man, I’ve gotta pee.” So I went downstairs and did.

3/13/09 04:26 pm - Hunting

I've had odd dreams of late.  At least one of them was spurred on by Crystal talking about her dreams.  Since that's the one I can remember, I'll briefly describe it now.

I was one of the Nine, along with Andrew, Ben, Crystal and some other friends.  We were hunting for Frodo.  Sam-O was Frodo.  Damn that boy was hard to find.  If it weren't for the Ring I don't think we'd have found him.  He screamed something like, "I meant to call!"  Before we finally got to him.  Sauron was very happy to have the Ring back.

I keep wondering if "I meant to call" was him apologising to us, or him trying to have an excuse as to why there was not Fellowship with him.

1/22/09 09:43 am - "I'm going to Win D&D"

I’ve found myself spoiled over the last decade or so. I haven’t had to deal with cheese monkeys. I haven’t had to deal with Munchkins. I haven’t had to deal with rules lawyers. I certainly haven’t had to deal with kids trying to “Win D&D.”


I had to deal with that this weekend. For the first time in 4 years I DMed a game with a bunch of high school friends. We’re all older now and we all brought significant others. I brought Crystal, Jake brought Sarah, Mike brought his wife Casey, Daria (Mike’s older sister and the player of the immortal Wizbang) brought Robert. Kevin, as is often the case, was single. Also along for the ride was Daria’s friend Mykal (renamed after Joe McCarthy’s PC from High School*, just incase slander/libel becomes an issue), who no one there other than she and Robert had met before.


I don’t restrict my players much. I really don’t. I asked that anyone playing a non-standard race run it by me. I asked that anyone playing a non-standard class run it by me. I said no Evil PCs. Mykal showed up with a Minotaur Fighter/Mage. It’s something I would have allowed (with party consent) had he asked. After some talk about this being his pet PC, I let it in. I didn’t even think to check his Alignment. I said in every message sent out no evil PCs. Turns out he was an Evil PC.


By Saturday evening (about halfway through the first day of gaming) two players had pulled me aside and asked where the hell this guy had come from. I explained he was a friend of Daria’s and he’d not be showing up again if I had anything to say about it. He’d claimed to have killed the Dragon. He tried to steal the party’s loot. He was an ass to the nth degree.


One piece of treasure that I tossed in there was the Deck of Many Things. For those that don’t play AD&D, the deck of many things is a magic item with a lot of random effects. Half of those effects are good, half bad. Everyone took their turns drawing cards. Everyone laughed when the half-orc lost 3 points of Int. Everyone watched as the Paladin fought Death and won. Eventually it came to Minotaur Boy’s turn.


In an effort to screw other PCs out of loot, he put on a ring earlier. The ring was cursed. Next he found a book and immediately read the book, to stake his claim. As he was doing this he said “there’d never be 2 cursed Items in one treasure...” Right, cause I’m a nice DM. The book was a cursed book of bad advice... Or at least time consuming advice. No matter what he had to read the book and search it’s pages to advise him on the best course of action. This took 1d8 turns for quick actions and 1d4 days for longer actions.


He announced he was pulling 5 cards. 2 of those cards were the Donjon and the Void. I’d said those would be redrawn until new bad cards were drawn (those two involve entire quests to undo). Afterwards he ended up with 7 cards, 2 of which were good. He tried to argue that he’d said 7 originally. Everyone at the table immediately refuted this. I chose which of his 5 good ones he kept (trust me, I didn’t pick the best cards). Then he realized that he had to fight Death.


He cracked his fingers and prepared to show everyone how a real player kills death. He looked up at hearing a die roll. “You have to consult the book for 6 turns to see the best way to face death.” His face melted. It was beautiful. He died a very clean death to Death.


He did his damnedest to ruin the rest of the night for everyone, including making an int 4 PC named “Brian Westbrook.” I don’t follow sports. If I did, and I realized he was poking fun at one of the Eagles star players, when the entire rest of the table is Eagles fans, I’d have sent him home. As it stood when we wrapped for the night, he and his SO went home. Everyone prayed that he not come back the next day.


Secret gatherings were had all over. We tried to figure out how to tell Daria that her friend was a tool. 


As we gathered around the table the next morning, Daria looked at us all and said, “Hey guys, I just wanted to apologize for Mykal last night...” Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and “Thank God”s passed around the table. We resumed game and he never showed up again.


All in all it was a good weekend. Everyone had a lot of fun, even with that puts.


*Mykal Starcatcher was the name of Joey McCarthy’s Minotaur Fighter/Mage back in high school. The play style of this schmuck and Joe was extremely similar.

P.S. - Heat's out at my work.

1/21/09 03:43 pm - Quotes from Wesley Crusher

"I've been playing Dungeons & Dragons for 2d12 years. I remember when magic-users couldn't wear armor, when edged weapons didn't hurt skeletons, and even when an elf was a class. I have more polyhedral dice than [SOMETHING NORMAL PEOPLE HAVE A LOT OF]. I routinely tell my wife and friends that I have to "save vs. shiny" when I go to my friendly local game shop, and I didn't realize that graph paper existed for a purpose other than making dungeons until I'd been in high school geometry for a semester...and even then, I remained skeptical."

This is a surprisingly accurate description of my experience as well.

No actual news.  That'd be silly.

1/7/09 05:18 pm - How do I love thee? Let me make a short list so as not to annoy others.

So, I’m venting in a good way. I’m putting an abridged list of reasons I love Crystal. I’m probably missing obvious ones because that’s what happens when you make lists like this. If important ones come to me, I’ll add them. I’m putting it behind a cut because some people hate this stuff, or at least don’t want to read it.



Reasons I love my girlfriend:Collapse )

12/29/08 09:09 am - Stolen from my sweetie

Your results:
You are Wash (Ship Pilot)
Wash (Ship Pilot)
Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)
River (Stowaway)
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
Derrial Book (Shepherd)
A Reaver (Cannibal)
Inara Serra (Companion)
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)
You are a pilot with a good
if not silly sense of humor.
You take pride in your collection of toys.
You love your significant other.

Click here to take the Serenity Personality Quiz

12/5/08 03:00 pm - Hunh. I was expecting Ranger.

I Am A: Neutral Good Human Druid (4th Level)

Ability Scores:







Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Druids gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

Detailed Results:

Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)
True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18)
Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXX (9)
Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)
Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXX (6)

Law & Chaos:
Law ----- XXXXXXXXX (9)
Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Chaos --- XXX (3)

Good & Evil:
Neutral - XXXXXX (6)
Evil ---- XXX (3)

Human ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14)
Dwarf ---- (0)
Elf ------ XXXXXXXX (8)
Gnome ---- XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Halfling - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Half-Elf - XXXXXXXXXXX (11)
Half-Orc - XX (2)

Barbarian - (0)
Bard ------ XX (2)
Cleric ---- (-2)
Druid ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
Fighter --- (-4)
Monk ------ (-21)
Paladin --- (-19)
Ranger ---- XXXXXX (6)
Rogue ----- (-6)
Sorcerer -- (-2)
Wizard ---- (-4)

I'm mostly amused by the class spread.  -21 Monk, -19 Paladin... wow.  I'm surprised Rogue is as high as it is.

12/4/08 04:36 pm - Stolen from my sweetie

Crystal did it! Not me. It was her...

On the twelfth day of Christmas, twilsemail sent to me...
Twelve abgitatzs drumming
Eleven raions piping
Ten movies a-leaping
Nine rpgs dancing
Eight werewolves a-milking
Seven larps a-larping
Six superheroes a-driving
Five ba-a-a-agpipes
Four ronin warriors
Three brass goggles
Two renn faires
...and a goth in a fantasy.
Get your own Twelve Days:

Also, new icon thingy. I likes it.
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