Ralts Bloodthorne
First Post
OK, so it got around that I'm Tim Willard. Yeah yeah yeah, big deal. Unfortunately, the local gaming store really pushed Year of the Zombie, and a lot of gamers go to the college. Which meant I had a fan club. Aw crap. Look, all I wanted was to drink whiskey, pass my classes, work on my d20 stuff, and maybe grope the wife and girlfriend.
Anyway, I get bugged to start a new gaming group. I have a Saturday night one which is full of good people. I like it, it's comfortable, and I like the people.
So Friday it is. Oops, now the wife's mad, that's her solo game. Oh well, placating, weaselling (why do you think I never get sucked into jet engines!), and in general husbandly grovelling, and I'm clear.
So, we have arrive, between 6 and 9 PM (Game starts at 7, DON'T be late)
The militant lesbian in the "Doing my part to freak out the radical right!" T-shirt and her girlfriend. Girlfriend doesn't play. No, she may not watch. Kiss kiss, she heads out, "Kris" assures me that they both understand, she starts rolling up a PC.
Mr. Straight. Dude wears a dress shirt and slacks to my house. And pulls out a 5th of whiskey. Sorry, no drinking during the game. A smile, and the bottle is put on top of the fridge.
(OK, this has got to be statistically improbably at least!)
The shy girl from Speech class! Huh? She overheard the directions, and always wanted to play, it looked fun. So, she sits down and gets the crash course and the cheat sheet.
Seven PM rolls around, game starts. BAM! Instant PC's with Campaign Suite, and I stack them up.
We go through introductions, they sit and listen to the descriptions. After they have had the city described, they huddle around thier map, provided by the city guard to all newcomers, and begin discussing.
Joe Cool College arrives. He's late. He's sorry. He offers to buy pizza, apologizes for the lack of ettiquette, then gloats that he has first shot at the pregens.
Wow, no fit throwing.
They get into a fight with a bunch of press gangers.
When the watch arrives, they surrender.
It's 8 PM, and here comes our next to last guy. (Woulda been all of them, but Ms. Shy arrived)
Oh my god, he smells aweful.
He apologizes, grabs a PC, then asks if he can have 20 minutes.
He just got off work at his new job, working for ODOT. Hot sweaty manual labor on the freeway in the summer sun.
Go, take a shower.
Wow, that was interesting.
Finally, in comes the last player, who has brought her child. A small infant. She asks if it is OK, and understands if it is not.
It's OK.
She selects her PC.
The game continues.
Ms. Single Mother uses her diplomacy and a stunning RP speech to persuade the court to let off the PC's with fines, as they were acting in self defense.
The game continues.
It ends at 1 AM, with everyone having enjoyed it immensely.
Everyone helped pick up my trashed front room. Mr. Straight even took out the garbage.
What's the moral?
Not all new gaming groups are bad.
Anyway, I get bugged to start a new gaming group. I have a Saturday night one which is full of good people. I like it, it's comfortable, and I like the people.
So Friday it is. Oops, now the wife's mad, that's her solo game. Oh well, placating, weaselling (why do you think I never get sucked into jet engines!), and in general husbandly grovelling, and I'm clear.
So, we have arrive, between 6 and 9 PM (Game starts at 7, DON'T be late)
The militant lesbian in the "Doing my part to freak out the radical right!" T-shirt and her girlfriend. Girlfriend doesn't play. No, she may not watch. Kiss kiss, she heads out, "Kris" assures me that they both understand, she starts rolling up a PC.
Mr. Straight. Dude wears a dress shirt and slacks to my house. And pulls out a 5th of whiskey. Sorry, no drinking during the game. A smile, and the bottle is put on top of the fridge.
(OK, this has got to be statistically improbably at least!)
The shy girl from Speech class! Huh? She overheard the directions, and always wanted to play, it looked fun. So, she sits down and gets the crash course and the cheat sheet.
Seven PM rolls around, game starts. BAM! Instant PC's with Campaign Suite, and I stack them up.
We go through introductions, they sit and listen to the descriptions. After they have had the city described, they huddle around thier map, provided by the city guard to all newcomers, and begin discussing.
Joe Cool College arrives. He's late. He's sorry. He offers to buy pizza, apologizes for the lack of ettiquette, then gloats that he has first shot at the pregens.
Wow, no fit throwing.
They get into a fight with a bunch of press gangers.
When the watch arrives, they surrender.
It's 8 PM, and here comes our next to last guy. (Woulda been all of them, but Ms. Shy arrived)
Oh my god, he smells aweful.
He apologizes, grabs a PC, then asks if he can have 20 minutes.
He just got off work at his new job, working for ODOT. Hot sweaty manual labor on the freeway in the summer sun.
Go, take a shower.
Wow, that was interesting.
Finally, in comes the last player, who has brought her child. A small infant. She asks if it is OK, and understands if it is not.
It's OK.
She selects her PC.
The game continues.
Ms. Single Mother uses her diplomacy and a stunning RP speech to persuade the court to let off the PC's with fines, as they were acting in self defense.
The game continues.
It ends at 1 AM, with everyone having enjoyed it immensely.
Everyone helped pick up my trashed front room. Mr. Straight even took out the garbage.
What's the moral?
Not all new gaming groups are bad.
