Templetroll
Explorer
We didn't have music but much of our early gaming was fueled by Molson Golden Ale! I like to think that was why we did so many stupid things but I fear it may have been that we were just very unwise people.
I did not find drugs to be something that enhanced the game. {I've posted this before but it amuses me and fits the timeframe.
) I'm against recreational drug use for my self and don't want it in my home.
One time, one of our gaming group came to my apartment at our regular time to game and announced he had just smoked in his car before he came in and since he was feeling so good he should DM.
Our gaming group was less than thrilled at the prospect. The guy was a great DM but his being stoned didn't strike us as the best way to go about it.
Our DM's chair was a big, comfy padded chair with wide flat arms and a wide back. After the guy sat down and had a small table in front of him with his dice and all on it I went over and whispered in his ear that I was his quasit familiar! I climbed up on the arm of the chair and started playing with his hair leaning over whispering, "Kill them... kill them all!!"
Now, I'm 5'9, let's be nice and just say 200+ pounds with long hair and a scruffy goatee and moustache. My looming over someone like that would be daunting to anyone normally. This guy freaked.
He was screaming, "Lemme up! stop, just stop talking to me!"
He said it was the freakiest thing he had ever endured because the voice I was using was just what he would have expected a small, nasty monster to use! He also never came over to my place stoned again!
I did not find drugs to be something that enhanced the game. {I've posted this before but it amuses me and fits the timeframe.
) I'm against recreational drug use for my self and don't want it in my home. One time, one of our gaming group came to my apartment at our regular time to game and announced he had just smoked in his car before he came in and since he was feeling so good he should DM.
Our gaming group was less than thrilled at the prospect. The guy was a great DM but his being stoned didn't strike us as the best way to go about it.
Our DM's chair was a big, comfy padded chair with wide flat arms and a wide back. After the guy sat down and had a small table in front of him with his dice and all on it I went over and whispered in his ear that I was his quasit familiar! I climbed up on the arm of the chair and started playing with his hair leaning over whispering, "Kill them... kill them all!!"
Now, I'm 5'9, let's be nice and just say 200+ pounds with long hair and a scruffy goatee and moustache. My looming over someone like that would be daunting to anyone normally. This guy freaked.
He was screaming, "Lemme up! stop, just stop talking to me!" He said it was the freakiest thing he had ever endured because the voice I was using was just what he would have expected a small, nasty monster to use! He also never came over to my place stoned again!
