How do the D&D design team play D&D?


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Scott_Rouse said:
I use dice, roller skates, nitrous oxide, some of that mud they use on baseballs, an opossum (stuffed-not live), a pen (pencils are weak), Crown Royal, one of those big foam cowboy hats, vintage barbies, and pointy elf ears.

My game style is way more gamist than simulationist.

Sounds just like us only we use a dragon bone for dice, ice skates, helium, pine tar, a live opossum, hammer and chisel (if its not carved in stone its weak), Mad Dog 20/20, cheese heads, GI Joes, and pointy Vulcan ears.
 


Scott_Rouse said:
I use dice, roller skates, nitrous oxide, some of that mud they use on baseballs, an opossum (stuffed-not live), a pen (pencils are weak), Crown Royal, one of those big foam cowboy hats, vintage barbies, and pointy elf ears.
"Game time! And I brought a big bowl of poppers!"
"Dear God, Rouse, we thought you meant the jalapeno kind!"
 

Scott_Rouse said:
Chris Perkins is a super-computer of gaming awesome with his own font and built-in cartography software. The whole system runs on steak.
Hah, that proves it! D&D 4E is a video game (apparently designed for the new Chris Perkins console?)!
 

Scott_Rouse said:
Chris Perkins is a super-computer of gaming awesome with his own font and built-in cartography software. The whole system runs on steak.

My god, can that man eat steak. This one time, at Gen Con, a group of us were heading to dinner at Ruth's Chris. We ran into Chris Perkins and invited him along. Like the rest of us, he had an astoundingly big (and astoundingly good) steak, along with all the other stuff you have with a Ruth's Chris dinner.

Then it turns out that this wasn't his first dinner of the evening--he had actually already eaten before running into us. At Ruth's Chris.

The man is a machine.
 

CharlesRyan said:
My god, can that man eat steak. This one time, at Gen Con, a group of us were heading to dinner at Ruth's Chris. We ran into Chris Perkins and invited him along. Like the rest of us, he had an astoundingly big (and astoundingly good) steak, along with all the other stuff you have with a Ruth's Chris dinner.

Then it turns out that this wasn't his first dinner of the evening--he had actually already eaten before running into us. At Ruth's Chris.

The man is a machine.
That may be the best story ever. If not, it comes pretty close.
 



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