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Aeson
I've gone barmy
Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Am starting a new campaign. Two of my players haven’t played since AD&D. I’m thinking of easing them in with a bang. The very first sentence in actual play will be: Roll for initiative! They wake up from magical control and are confronted by a sacrificial site turned battlefield…
There’s a video out there where a raccoon trundles out from under a car, beelines for a human, touches his foot, then scoots away.
Aeson
I've gone barmy
Are they supposed to know who they're fighting? Do they start swinging at the first person they see?
Aeson
I've gone barmy
There is a video of a man's reaction to seeing a goat in his yard. My reaction to this would be the exact opposite. I'm never washing my foot again. I have been anointed from on high. Okay, okay not really, but I would be thrilled and a little worried it was rabid.
Mad_Jack
Legend
My father and his girlfriend feed the racs that live nearby, and although they won't actually approach you, they'll definitely walk up close enough to see whether or not you're going to feed them. If you walk up on them, they don't bother to run away - get closer than five feet and they'll grudgingly back up a foot or two.
One time I walked out of their house to find myself staring at the back half of a raccoon stuck in the small space I'd left my car window down, back legs scrabbling against the glass, trying to push itself inside to get at the McD's bag on my front seat. It's a good thing I needed to open the door before rolling the window down: the rac sat there giving me a dirty look until I rolled the window down, but the instant it was down enough for it to get loose, the little bastard tried to make a last-ditch lunge at my burgers...
One time I walked out of their house to find myself staring at the back half of a raccoon stuck in the small space I'd left my car window down, back legs scrabbling against the glass, trying to push itself inside to get at the McD's bag on my front seat. It's a good thing I needed to open the door before rolling the window down: the rac sat there giving me a dirty look until I rolled the window down, but the instant it was down enough for it to get loose, the little bastard tried to make a last-ditch lunge at my burgers...
Aeson
I've gone barmy
Xcrawl Classic uses an NPC called a Dungeon Judge or DJ. These are the ones that create and present the dungeons the crawlers go through. I want to name one DJ 6-7 or DJ Six7 or DJ Seis-7. He'll wear items with 67 on them. The numbers will appear or factor in the dungeon design somehow. I might even make it his height. 6 foot 7 inches.
Aeson
I've gone barmy
That wasn't a raccoon. It was me. And I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for that meddling window.
