Mathew_Freeman
First Post
(Before I begin, please be aware that we all promised to write our own versions of what happened. So also be aware that being as my version is first...my version is also correct. No matter what anyone else says later...
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This is the story of One Admin, three posters, a flatmate, some beer, some pizza, some more beer, a short drive, singing, dancing on tables, beer, rejection, (reasonably) attractive women, beer, singing, bad dancing on tables, drunken conversation, beer, Red Bull, vomit, driving again, cooked breakfasts, signs with our names on, issues of Dragon magazine, beer, a jedi on a toilet, free D20 products, admin powers, money given for unknown purposes, gaming talk, a short trip to the toilet, a snooker hall, a pair of broken glasses, and a girl in a short skirt. Not all of those things will be appearing in that order.
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The backstory.
As noted on this thread I had become aware that Liquide was visiting the UK for a few days, and I resolved to meet him. He seemed a nice fellow, and I like meeting new gamers. It's fun. Even after I heard he had broken Morrus' lamp as his first action in his house, he still sounded like a nice fellow. So. I would go to Southampton and meet Morrus and Liquide, and also Rav, since he seemed to have the same idea as me.
I booked tickets. London Victoria to Southampton Central. I collected tickets. I checked my tickets. There was a problem - I changed my tickets for tickets that would do what I wanted. Ha. I even managed to eat a baguette during all this. I am nothing if not multitasked. I got on my train.
The journey down to Southampton was fine. I passed through my hometown, slightly unexpectedly. I passed through Hove.
Hmmm. Rav lives in Brighton. Brighton is next to Hove. I wonder if he's on the same train?
I use the wonders of mobile phone technology to send a text message to Morrus, asking him for Rav's phone number so that I can try and find him on the train. No reply. Oh well...
We arrive at Southampton Central Station only twenty minutes late. Not bad for British trains. I get off the train, looking out for a) someone Swedish looking b) Someone Dutch looking c) Someone who looks like the run a very good D20 website...
My prayers are answered swiftly. Coming along the platform towards me are a) Someone Swedish looking (alright, I'd seen his picture on the picture thread, so there was actual recognition there...) and, rather more helpfully b) someone holding a piece of paper with Tallarn and Rav written on it. I look at them. They look at me. Someone asks if I'm Tallarn. I say yes, we shake hands, he turns out to be Morrus. The man with the sign is Jason, Morrus' flatmate. Smart fella.
Morrus is thinner than I expected.
Part 2 coming soon!
)This is the story of One Admin, three posters, a flatmate, some beer, some pizza, some more beer, a short drive, singing, dancing on tables, beer, rejection, (reasonably) attractive women, beer, singing, bad dancing on tables, drunken conversation, beer, Red Bull, vomit, driving again, cooked breakfasts, signs with our names on, issues of Dragon magazine, beer, a jedi on a toilet, free D20 products, admin powers, money given for unknown purposes, gaming talk, a short trip to the toilet, a snooker hall, a pair of broken glasses, and a girl in a short skirt. Not all of those things will be appearing in that order.
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The backstory.
As noted on this thread I had become aware that Liquide was visiting the UK for a few days, and I resolved to meet him. He seemed a nice fellow, and I like meeting new gamers. It's fun. Even after I heard he had broken Morrus' lamp as his first action in his house, he still sounded like a nice fellow. So. I would go to Southampton and meet Morrus and Liquide, and also Rav, since he seemed to have the same idea as me.
I booked tickets. London Victoria to Southampton Central. I collected tickets. I checked my tickets. There was a problem - I changed my tickets for tickets that would do what I wanted. Ha. I even managed to eat a baguette during all this. I am nothing if not multitasked. I got on my train.
The journey down to Southampton was fine. I passed through my hometown, slightly unexpectedly. I passed through Hove.
Hmmm. Rav lives in Brighton. Brighton is next to Hove. I wonder if he's on the same train?
I use the wonders of mobile phone technology to send a text message to Morrus, asking him for Rav's phone number so that I can try and find him on the train. No reply. Oh well...
We arrive at Southampton Central Station only twenty minutes late. Not bad for British trains. I get off the train, looking out for a) someone Swedish looking b) Someone Dutch looking c) Someone who looks like the run a very good D20 website...
My prayers are answered swiftly. Coming along the platform towards me are a) Someone Swedish looking (alright, I'd seen his picture on the picture thread, so there was actual recognition there...) and, rather more helpfully b) someone holding a piece of paper with Tallarn and Rav written on it. I look at them. They look at me. Someone asks if I'm Tallarn. I say yes, we shake hands, he turns out to be Morrus. The man with the sign is Jason, Morrus' flatmate. Smart fella.
Morrus is thinner than I expected.
Part 2 coming soon!
