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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hob Marshmallowfoot" data-source="post: 559482" data-attributes="member: 9347">Ahh the conventionAs I step into the lobby and take it all inI can’t seem to suppress my growing grinI thought about forgetting the convention this yearBut looking around I know now why I’m here.Surveying the crowd it’s easy to tellWhy the hotel staff thinks this is hellA larper with a balloon hat first catches my eyeAs a pack of c-c-g players walks by, wondering why…Of course the wargamers are around here somewhere,Sixteen bags for the bell-hop, they don’t seem to care.Those guys in the armor are near, with their spears,Didn’t I see that dude at the ren-fair last year?In the crowd Vampire players are easy to spotWhether it’s a game to them, I’m afraid I no not.To the left starwars fans duke it out with light-sabers.As hotel security reaches for their tazers…Ahh the convention, I hope it goes wellSay, what exactly do you think,Is that unusual smell?Now to check-inHey the clerk’s kinda cute“Gamer?” she asks“Business Trip… It’s the truth!”Now I’m checked into the roomTime to go test my luckAs I try for a gameThat actually does not suck.Three hours pass and I’m greeted with spiteAs I crowd around trying to get a sightOf the game that I’m in, now let me seeChoice one, guess not, neither choice two nor threeLooks like I got into a game, oh good, what luck!“Rory’s Mystical-Engine”?  Hey, what the F**K!Twelve hours later, drunk on soda pop,I lost three PCs, and my headache won’t stopMaybe it was the crowd that was making me cranky,Perhaps it was that kid and his gnome “Mr. Hanky”Whatever the case, now its time for sleepIn a room with five guys who haven’t showered for weeks!The fire alarm goes off as I hit the hayApparently some larpers got carried away…One comforting thought comes to me aloneAt least in the morning, I’m going home.In the morning I head down to the lobbyTo continue to pursue this bizarre hobbyI’ll have to be careful when I open the doorNot to step on the gamers asleep on the floorNow to the dealer roomTo view all the waresNew Dice, Books, and MinisSwords from Ren-fairsI think I’ll peruse the latest sourcebook“That 30 bucks” says the dealer, “You gunna buy, or just look!”A little discouraged, I survey the sceneThe clientele I suppose, is not all that cleanWith a shrug, I head out the doorRealizing it’s all less, at my local game storeI feel a bit puckish, so I head for the snacksAfter glimpsing the line, I almost turn backBut after twelve hours with nothing to eatExcept a Costco muffin I bought as a treatMaybe a small wait won’t be badThen the limp pizza won’t look so sad.One dry sandwich later, I’m ready to goFor at least another 12 hours or soNow to sample the open game tablesAnd perhaps go home with a few fablesTwo hours in the pace has definitely slowedThe bastard Dm turned me to a toad…Reminiscing of games past, I head to my carTime to drive away, really, really far…A word of advice to all those who gameConventions are fun as long as you’re tameTreat the staff nice, they’re people tooEspecially since they put up with you.Personal hygiene needs a little workCome on now, don’t be a jerk…But above all I give this advice,It truly pays if you choose to be nice:Before you point, mock and laugh at your fellow gamer,Exclaiming with glee, “ No one could be lamer!”Consider how it would feelIf they did that to youAnd moreover the factThat you’re gaming there too!</blockquote>

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