Asmor
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Argh, this sucks.
3 weeks ago, 2/3 of my players (B & J. Yes, those are their real initials and not some juvenile joke. Mind out of the gutters) made characters for a new gestalt campaign. J didn't finish and assured me she would. 5 days later the 3rd player, T made his character, but didn't finish and assured me he would. He also asked what the other two players were, and I didn't know but I noticed that B's character was there and looked at it. None of the top of the character sheet is filled out, including class. Looking at the class abilities, though, I figure out he's a Barbarian/Monk. Cool.
Wait a tick. I swear Bbns have some kind of chaotic, or at least non-lawful requirement. Look it up. Yep.
Phone call. "Hey, J, can I talk to B? Thanks. Hey, B, you're playing a Barbarian/Monk?" "Yeah." "What alignment are you?" "Umm, I'm not sure." "Because Monks have to be lawful and Barbarians have to be non-lawful." "Oh, yeah. I forgot. I'll fix that."
2 weeks ago, everyone's at my house, ready to play. Except, J didn't finish her character. And B didn't finish revising his character. And T didn't didn't finish his character either. This actually worked out for me because I wasn't in the mood to DM, although I didn't say as much. I made it a point not to help them, though, and by the time they finished their characters there wasn't enough time left to play.
1 week ago, J's car is in the shop. So is mine. J and B always come together (they're boyfriend and girlfriend). J's car should be out in a few days.
This week, both of our cars are still in the shop.
Argh!
So now we're not gonna be able to play til next week. But I should have my car back in a couple days and, god dammit, if I gotta pick all of 'em up, I will.
On the bright side, I came up with some good ideas in the interrim. Gonna have a prophetic dream with a message delivered by a zombie child underwater, as read by me with the pitch raised.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came the spiders
That slaughtered and fried her
And had a Miss Muffet buffet
The way I have it planned, it should be pretty creepy.
I hope.
Now I just gotta figure out what the prophesy means. ^_^
3 weeks ago, 2/3 of my players (B & J. Yes, those are their real initials and not some juvenile joke. Mind out of the gutters) made characters for a new gestalt campaign. J didn't finish and assured me she would. 5 days later the 3rd player, T made his character, but didn't finish and assured me he would. He also asked what the other two players were, and I didn't know but I noticed that B's character was there and looked at it. None of the top of the character sheet is filled out, including class. Looking at the class abilities, though, I figure out he's a Barbarian/Monk. Cool.
Wait a tick. I swear Bbns have some kind of chaotic, or at least non-lawful requirement. Look it up. Yep.
Phone call. "Hey, J, can I talk to B? Thanks. Hey, B, you're playing a Barbarian/Monk?" "Yeah." "What alignment are you?" "Umm, I'm not sure." "Because Monks have to be lawful and Barbarians have to be non-lawful." "Oh, yeah. I forgot. I'll fix that."
2 weeks ago, everyone's at my house, ready to play. Except, J didn't finish her character. And B didn't finish revising his character. And T didn't didn't finish his character either. This actually worked out for me because I wasn't in the mood to DM, although I didn't say as much. I made it a point not to help them, though, and by the time they finished their characters there wasn't enough time left to play.
1 week ago, J's car is in the shop. So is mine. J and B always come together (they're boyfriend and girlfriend). J's car should be out in a few days.
This week, both of our cars are still in the shop.
Argh!
So now we're not gonna be able to play til next week. But I should have my car back in a couple days and, god dammit, if I gotta pick all of 'em up, I will.
On the bright side, I came up with some good ideas in the interrim. Gonna have a prophetic dream with a message delivered by a zombie child underwater, as read by me with the pitch raised.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came the spiders
That slaughtered and fried her
And had a Miss Muffet buffet
The way I have it planned, it should be pretty creepy.
I hope.
Now I just gotta figure out what the prophesy means. ^_^
