I have to just jump in and second the "gaming experience of a lifetime" weirdness. Every Monday at 6:00 is my gaming experience of a lifetime. This sounds like a bad roleplaying version of "Cover Girl' (an old musical).
(Shot of GAMER GIRL at BUDDY'S HOUSE -- there's pizza on the floor next to the table, and papers everywhere. It's a bit messy. The dice don't match.)
BUDDY: Hey, honey, it's your turn. Fire up those dice, huh?
GAMER GIRL: Oh, Buddy, sometimes I don't know...
BUDDY: Oh, come on. Sure, things are a bit tight right now, but sooner or later those dice are gonna roll your way, and when that day comes, you'll be riding high.
GAMER GIRL: No, I meant that I don't know my attack bonus. I'm charging, but I also want to use my Expert thing, because I'm feeling tormented and angstful.
BUDDY: Um... okay.
(enter EVIL RICH DUDE (ERD))
ERD: Gosh, baby, you're a Natural 20. What are you doing in this dump?
BUDDY: Hey, we don't need any high-falootin' gamers here. We might have the same greasy pizza each night, but we have a good time, right, honey?
GAMER GIRL: Well...
ERD: Listen, sweetheart, why don't you come along with me? A swell gal like you could make it big, real big! Listen, I've got an epic-level Psionic Warrior in an evil campaign that the governor runs every Saturday on his private yacht. What say you ditch these zeroes and come along with me?
GAMER GIRL: Leave my friends? But... but...
ERD: You can play a vampiric bard who gave up her humanity in order to save her lover from being killed by bandits, only to discover that he had been unfaithful to her.
BUDDY: Hey, now, she doesn't need that! She'll be just fine here with her less-than-20th-level character.
GAMER GIRL: Oh, Buddy, don't you see? This is the gaming opportunity of a lifetime! I'd be a fool not to go!
BUDDY: Sure, baby, sure. You go on, then. (as she leaves) But don't be surprised if your character doesn't gain XP while you're gone!
(fade to black slowly while camera stays on BUDDY, who is sitting, neck bent, rolling a d20 over and over in an absent gesture while she walks away)
(Shot of GAMER GIRL at BUDDY'S HOUSE -- there's pizza on the floor next to the table, and papers everywhere. It's a bit messy. The dice don't match.)
BUDDY: Hey, honey, it's your turn. Fire up those dice, huh?
GAMER GIRL: Oh, Buddy, sometimes I don't know...
BUDDY: Oh, come on. Sure, things are a bit tight right now, but sooner or later those dice are gonna roll your way, and when that day comes, you'll be riding high.
GAMER GIRL: No, I meant that I don't know my attack bonus. I'm charging, but I also want to use my Expert thing, because I'm feeling tormented and angstful.
BUDDY: Um... okay.
(enter EVIL RICH DUDE (ERD))
ERD: Gosh, baby, you're a Natural 20. What are you doing in this dump?
BUDDY: Hey, we don't need any high-falootin' gamers here. We might have the same greasy pizza each night, but we have a good time, right, honey?
GAMER GIRL: Well...
ERD: Listen, sweetheart, why don't you come along with me? A swell gal like you could make it big, real big! Listen, I've got an epic-level Psionic Warrior in an evil campaign that the governor runs every Saturday on his private yacht. What say you ditch these zeroes and come along with me?
GAMER GIRL: Leave my friends? But... but...
ERD: You can play a vampiric bard who gave up her humanity in order to save her lover from being killed by bandits, only to discover that he had been unfaithful to her.
BUDDY: Hey, now, she doesn't need that! She'll be just fine here with her less-than-20th-level character.
GAMER GIRL: Oh, Buddy, don't you see? This is the gaming opportunity of a lifetime! I'd be a fool not to go!
BUDDY: Sure, baby, sure. You go on, then. (as she leaves) But don't be surprised if your character doesn't gain XP while you're gone!
(fade to black slowly while camera stays on BUDDY, who is sitting, neck bent, rolling a d20 over and over in an absent gesture while she walks away)
