Breakstone
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These are great, Piratecat!
Piratecat's GenCon report
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Piratecat
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Thanks! And hey - there's a picture of me up on Jeff Quick's Gamespy coverage of the con!
http://www.gamespy.com/asp/image.asp?/articles/august02/gencon/screens4/18.jpg
http://www.gamespy.com/asp/image.asp?/articles/august02/gencon/screens4/18.jpg
Davelozzi
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Piratecat said:
I'm not a coffee drinker myself but reports from my wife when and others as we've traveled across country and when we lived in Seattle is that you can't trust Dunkin Donuts anywhere outside of New England, or maybe sometimes New York.
Piratecat said:
Hey, isn't that Ed Greenwood sitting next to you?
Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
Davelozzi said:
Hey, isn't that Ed Greenwood sitting next to you?
Heh - nope. He was a nice guy who was a dedicated Living City player, and who had just played the Living City high level game the night before. As a result, he was a little rules oriented at first. I only had to ask him not to rules lawyer once, though, and everything went smoothly after that.
This game had a remarkable moment in it. They were facing down a badly injured ghoul-like demon that had one paralyzed PC captive in a "move and he dies" showdown. The rest of the group was trying to negotiate for his life.
All except for the druid. He had previously wild shaped into a bat.
"I want to swoop into the demon's mouth!"
I look at the guy in surprise. "You sure?" He nods assent, and since I had already described the demon's gaping maw, I let him do so. The demon got an AoO, of course, and crunched down on the bat - paralyzing him - and swallowed him. The paralyzed druid tumbles into the demon's stomach, where hideous acid begins to dissolve him....
and the druid's player smiles and says, "Okay. I wild shape back to my normal dwarven form."
I goggle at him. The druid makes his fortitude save, the demon fails hers... and the result was beautiful as the demon burps, grabs her belly, and screams as she is ripped in two by a very angry dwarf.
Alaric_Prympax
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Piratecat said:All except for the druid. He had previously wild shaped into a bat.
"I want to swoop into the demon's mouth!"
I look at the guy in surprise. "You sure?" He nods assent, and since I had already described the demon's gaping maw, I let him do so. The demon got an AoO, of course, and crunched down on the bat - paralyzing him - and swallowed him. The paralyzed druid tumbles into the demon's stomach, where hideous acid begins to dissolve him....
and the druid's player smiles and says, "Okay. I wild shape back to my normal dwarven form."
I goggle at him. The druid makes his fortitude save, the demon fails hers... and the result was beautiful as the demon burps, grabs her belly, and screams as she is ripped in two by a very angry dwarf.
LOL That's GREAT!!!! I have a friend that plays the perfect dwarf and that is exactly how he would play it too if he had the chance. Well, that is if his drawf had recovered from his drinking the night before. Next time I shouldn't allow a Decanter of Endless Beer. All I can say is that he did pay for it, in more then one way too.
Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
Friday night: the ENnies!
I look out over the crowd and think, "Damn! There are a lot of people here." I have some sort of philosophical epiphany about the transient nature of the internet being fractured as we begin to forge personal, lasting friendships at occasions such as this... then I see Morrus and Eric being photographed while holding that damn "Hot Italian Beef" sign I mentioned before, and it all disappears.
Russ is quite good (despite being nervous), and Eric as usual is charming and funny. Peter Adkison and Ryan Dancy are both superb. Ryan in particular is a rare combination of charisma, stage presence, and intelligence. Everyone laughs when he mentions that it's harder to flame people when he isn't in front of his keyboard.
I lose on best adventure, but I'm really pleased about who I lose to, so it could be worse. The Fiery Dragon guys have the good graces not to mock me until I'm out of earshot. Seriously, we all mope for a bit, but there's not much future in feeling sorry for yourself, so it doesn't last long.
All the chairs are long gone, so I sit on the side of the stairs next to Peter Adkison. It's interesting how people remember other folks; this is the third time I've met him, and I don't register yet, I think. The next day I'll meet him again while walking with Russ, and I can virtually see him slot me into the "not Morrus" section of his brain that means he can forget about me later.
He has a look on his face that's really one of wonder, of knowing that he owns this thing and that it's a whole lot of fun. I think it's right about now that I stop worrying about next year's con, because I decide it's in good hands.
The ENnies finish before you know it. As soon as they're done, everyone congregates to chat. I see old friends - Urbanmech, Wulf Ratbane, Dinkeldog, Kugar, and many more - and meet new ones (most of whom seem really cool.) Doctor Doom asks me to sign his nipple. The Paizo Publishing guys introduce themselves (I already knew Erik Mona, who's an old friend) and we chat about the future of Dragon and Dungeon. David Noonan (WotC editor) is incredibly gracious, and we talk about the editing/playtesting process. I finally get to meet Teflon Billy, who seems like a heck of a nice guy although we don't have a huge chance to talk. It's good fun.
Gradually, the number of people starts to lessen, and we head off to a local bar called the Velvet Room. White Wolf and FFG are having a private party with free drinks there, and we squeeze in, totally not realizing that at least one of our members (Coik) is underage. Doh! Inside, we find room to talk. It's a fascinating contrast in cultures; normally the bar is a classy and exclusive place, and watching beautifully groomed women with horrified grimaces on their faces squeeze past hordes of gamers is surprisingly funny to see. We've invaded their turf, and they seem to be in shock.
KidCthulhu eventually arrives, and we huddle in the loud darkness and exchange both jokes and stories with people like Eric & Kara, Russ & Al, Dinkeldog & Halma, and many more. It's good to be amongst friends.
Next: The Nutkinland/ENBoard Cthulhu game!
I look out over the crowd and think, "Damn! There are a lot of people here." I have some sort of philosophical epiphany about the transient nature of the internet being fractured as we begin to forge personal, lasting friendships at occasions such as this... then I see Morrus and Eric being photographed while holding that damn "Hot Italian Beef" sign I mentioned before, and it all disappears.
Russ is quite good (despite being nervous), and Eric as usual is charming and funny. Peter Adkison and Ryan Dancy are both superb. Ryan in particular is a rare combination of charisma, stage presence, and intelligence. Everyone laughs when he mentions that it's harder to flame people when he isn't in front of his keyboard.
I lose on best adventure, but I'm really pleased about who I lose to, so it could be worse. The Fiery Dragon guys have the good graces not to mock me until I'm out of earshot. Seriously, we all mope for a bit, but there's not much future in feeling sorry for yourself, so it doesn't last long.
All the chairs are long gone, so I sit on the side of the stairs next to Peter Adkison. It's interesting how people remember other folks; this is the third time I've met him, and I don't register yet, I think. The next day I'll meet him again while walking with Russ, and I can virtually see him slot me into the "not Morrus" section of his brain that means he can forget about me later.
He has a look on his face that's really one of wonder, of knowing that he owns this thing and that it's a whole lot of fun. I think it's right about now that I stop worrying about next year's con, because I decide it's in good hands.The ENnies finish before you know it. As soon as they're done, everyone congregates to chat. I see old friends - Urbanmech, Wulf Ratbane, Dinkeldog, Kugar, and many more - and meet new ones (most of whom seem really cool.) Doctor Doom asks me to sign his nipple. The Paizo Publishing guys introduce themselves (I already knew Erik Mona, who's an old friend) and we chat about the future of Dragon and Dungeon. David Noonan (WotC editor) is incredibly gracious, and we talk about the editing/playtesting process. I finally get to meet Teflon Billy, who seems like a heck of a nice guy although we don't have a huge chance to talk. It's good fun.
Gradually, the number of people starts to lessen, and we head off to a local bar called the Velvet Room. White Wolf and FFG are having a private party with free drinks there, and we squeeze in, totally not realizing that at least one of our members (Coik) is underage. Doh! Inside, we find room to talk. It's a fascinating contrast in cultures; normally the bar is a classy and exclusive place, and watching beautifully groomed women with horrified grimaces on their faces squeeze past hordes of gamers is surprisingly funny to see. We've invaded their turf, and they seem to be in shock.
KidCthulhu eventually arrives, and we huddle in the loud darkness and exchange both jokes and stories with people like Eric & Kara, Russ & Al, Dinkeldog & Halma, and many more. It's good to be amongst friends.
Next: The Nutkinland/ENBoard Cthulhu game!
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I still can't believe that Doctor Doom asked you to sign his nipple. We had been talking earlier and joking about ways to introduce one's self to the "famous" Piratecat. I said we should ask him to sign our nipples, we laughed a lot at that, then I lost track of Doom.
I wandered off to talk to other people, then later I heard that Doom had actually done the nipple joke. I only wish I had been there to see it put into action. Just be glad some of the other ideas we talked about didn't get used.
I wandered off to talk to other people, then later I heard that Doom had actually done the nipple joke. I only wish I had been there to see it put into action. Just be glad some of the other ideas we talked about didn't get used.
Coik
First Post
Yeah, yeah, make excuses...
Actually, it's not really surprising...I don't hang out here much any more (Nutkinland's more my place), but those who know me tell me that you usually have to be about 10 years older than I am to as big a bastard as I am.
And Pkitty's just afraid, cos he knows that I would've drunk his ass under the table.
