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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Luthien Greyspear" data-source="post: 2497969" data-attributes="member: 34334">Not that I'd do this now, of course...Years ago, before I got a job and a house and all the other things that make me a mature, responsible adult (jah, right, as if), I was a bit of a Deadhead.  I went to every show that hit my area, and of course I considered it my duty to enjoy the Dead's light show to the fullest, if you get my drift.  Nothing really dangerous, just acid, which, in the late 80's/early 90's was very diluted from the original version of LSD.Anyway, the very first show my gaming group and I went to was a bust.  We got scammed for tickets, and couldn't get in to the arena.  Well, as enterprising young men with no sense of reality at the time, we decided that the best thing for us to do was to head home and find some other (safe) way to entertain ourselves.  So we lifted three cars out of the way that were blocking our car, and drove home.  Tripping.We made it home safely, and by now the peak of our trip has passed.  One of us suggests that we put on some music (probably Floyd or Zeppelin) and play some D&D.  Okay, I say, grabbing the latest issue of Dungeon.  Write up a couple of characters for a heist.  So my friends write up a human thief, an elven magic-user thief, and a dwarven fighter-thief, and away we go.I don't really remember much of the session, for obvious reasons, but one encounter really stood out.  The party was outside a main guard room, and decided to rush them.  The dwarf opened the door, and then the elven MU/thief cast blur on himself and tumbled into the room, tossing two poisoned daggers at the first two guards.  The party had also been hasted before opening the door, so everyone was moving quickly and (we imagined) very fluidly.  One of the guys said, "Man, can you imagine how cool that must look, him all hasted and blurry and bouncing around like Spider-man?"Well, in our states, we couldn't help but TRY to imagine it.  We sat there just grooving on the mental image of what the character must have looked like for about 20 minutes.  No talking, no dice-rolling, just 4 tripping twenty-somethings with Pink Floyd in the background going, "Whoa, that's pretty cool.  Wasn't that cool?  Cool."Needless to say, I don't do that kind of thing now.  I like my fights to actually get finished.</blockquote>

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