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<blockquote data-quote="Water Bob" data-source="post: 6064491" data-attributes="member: 92305">Depends on my mood. Sometimes I'm cracking jokes. Sometimes I try to fit my commentary to the drama of the moment.For example, if someone gets hit with a crit threat that results in extra damage, I might look at the player, with mock worry on my face, and say, veeeerrrrry slloooowly, &quot;Ooooooohhhh Nooooooo!&quot;Then again, when I get swept up in the moment, a player could tell me, &quot;I'm going to sneak down the corridor.&quot; My voice will drop. Very serious. Almost a whisper.&nbsp; Like a conspirator: &quot;You're taking steps, very slowly, near the wall. Your ears are peaked to catch any sound. Your eyes are wide, constantly scanning all directions. One hand is spread in front of you, your fingers barely touching the rough brick wall. Your other hand holds your poinard, arm bent, ready to strike. It's getting brighter up ahead. Your body is tensing. You are straining to see. And, as you cross around the curve in the corridor, it is revealed to you that....&quot;Depends on my mood. Depends on the atmosphere of the game that day. Depeneds on the situation we're playing at the moment.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Water Bob, post: 6064491, member: 92305"] Depends on my mood. Sometimes I'm cracking jokes. Sometimes I try to fit my commentary to the drama of the moment. For example, if someone gets hit with a crit threat that results in extra damage, I might look at the player, with mock worry on my face, and say, veeeerrrrry slloooowly, "Ooooooohhhh Nooooooo!" Then again, when I get swept up in the moment, a player could tell me, "I'm going to sneak down the corridor." My voice will drop. Very serious. Almost a whisper. Like a conspirator: "You're taking steps, very slowly, near the wall. Your ears are peaked to catch any sound. Your eyes are wide, constantly scanning all directions. One hand is spread in front of you, your fingers barely touching the rough brick wall. Your other hand holds your poinard, arm bent, ready to strike. It's getting brighter up ahead. Your body is tensing. You are straining to see. And, as you cross around the curve in the corridor, it is revealed to you that...." Depends on my mood. Depends on the atmosphere of the game that day. Depeneds on the situation we're playing at the moment. [/QUOTE]

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