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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Drifter Bob" data-source="post: 1774276" data-attributes="member: 17723">Just do go further with the idea of how different a gaming demographic can get...When I was just out of the army, I had these friends who lived in this big house in what was then a really bad neighborhood in new orleans on Jackson Avenue.  Their address was actually 911.  It was a big bachelor pad where you could do whatever you liked and a constant 'party' was going on.  We all used to go over there and play rpg's and wargames all the time with this very eclectic mix of people, punk rockers, skinheads, wierd gamer types, musicians, bartenders, drug dealers, waitresses, buggy drivers (the worst of the lot!)At one point we got really into this homebrew game which was set in a post apocalypse, kind of road-warrior setting.  Sometimes we used to do scenarios where it was like, the Public Warning is on the TV, the world is going to end in five minutes, what do you do?  We used to argue about what survivalist gear we could actually get our hands on.  One night we decided to call everybodies bluff, and have everybody show up with the weapons and other major survival gear they could actually get a hold of.Everybody showed up with guns and swords and knives bows, crossbows, pipes, bats, helmets and flak jackets and gas masks and other less mentionable items.  I think we had gotten a little warped at this point as a group from too much constant drinking and drugs.  The scariest guy was the really hyper Nicaraguan kid whose dad was some kind of Contra or something and was a gun dealer.  He showed up with this van full of machine guns and sniper rifles and stuff, all kinds of communication equipment and everything.  A lot more impresssive than my bayonett and my .25 automatic.  We ended up getting really drunk and shooting some guns off on the front porch which was always a generally good policy since the place was only half a block from the St. Thomas housing project, and it helped to project an alarming image in the nieghborhood.It all seemed like a whole lot of fun, but by the middle of the week we had through several phone discussions that we wouldn't ever do that again.  Those wild days of my youth are largely behind me now, these days guns stay locked up safely far away, but I still like to have a few swords and daggers lying around the table as props....DB</blockquote>

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