Dr Midnight
Explorer
I'm going to cut you like I spit on your dog. Well-
At three different points in the evening I was talking excitedly, and just happened to send out a tiny little spit molecule. Not a Gimli-sized one, but just a little glistener. The first time I was in the middle of a cool bad guy line, and I watched the tiny salivorb float down onto PC's helpless dog right there. Thinking it was a highly visible and awkward moment, I tackled it straightaway by saying "I spit on your dog," and laughing. Hey, I was tired. Apparently it was NOT visible, and all the players saw was me saying "I'm going to cut you like I spit on your dog."
Odd looks followed, and I had to explain myself, which was somehow more embarassing.
The third time I actually managed to create a BUBBLE, which floated down slowly. I thought there's no WAY this one's invisible to the people, so I stop talking and try to grab it out of the air before it lands on Ron's girlfriend. Everyone stares at me, bewildered, as I really have just become completely distracted by my invisible spit and just grabbed at empty air.
Ptooey.
Larry Fitz, Jill and Mike Mearls were incredible additions to the group, and I had a room full of players where I couldn't decide which one was playing the best. Everyone had their own thing. Holy crap, I think I had the perfect Feng Shui group.
Obviously, I need to put on a pot of coffee and start writing the story hour.
At three different points in the evening I was talking excitedly, and just happened to send out a tiny little spit molecule. Not a Gimli-sized one, but just a little glistener. The first time I was in the middle of a cool bad guy line, and I watched the tiny salivorb float down onto PC's helpless dog right there. Thinking it was a highly visible and awkward moment, I tackled it straightaway by saying "I spit on your dog," and laughing. Hey, I was tired. Apparently it was NOT visible, and all the players saw was me saying "I'm going to cut you like I spit on your dog."
Odd looks followed, and I had to explain myself, which was somehow more embarassing.
The third time I actually managed to create a BUBBLE, which floated down slowly. I thought there's no WAY this one's invisible to the people, so I stop talking and try to grab it out of the air before it lands on Ron's girlfriend. Everyone stares at me, bewildered, as I really have just become completely distracted by my invisible spit and just grabbed at empty air.
Ptooey.
Larry Fitz, Jill and Mike Mearls were incredible additions to the group, and I had a room full of players where I couldn't decide which one was playing the best. Everyone had their own thing. Holy crap, I think I had the perfect Feng Shui group.
Obviously, I need to put on a pot of coffee and start writing the story hour.