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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pawsplay" data-source="post: 3646644" data-attributes="member: 15538">Many years ago, I started dating someone who was in an established Champions game. As a perk, they let her bring her kid, who would typically play in his playpen for a couple of hours before falling asleep. I got invited to attend and check it out, and somewhat to my surprise, once I got there, they encouraged me to make a character right away. Well, if you know anything about Champions, you know that can be somewhat time consuming, so I was pretty happy to be done in thirty minutes, impressing them not only with my decisiveness but my skill with fractions. I made a moody ex-special forces guy who wore bulletproof armor and fought escrima style. That's when things got funky. My character joined the super team. Since one player was out, they didn't want to advance the main plotline, so instead, they decided to roleplay the characters hanging out. My date had a couple of background characters, but primarily played the one. The other players, however, each had, apparently, a dozen or so characters. So they would talk. And talk. And talk. sometimes they would even talk with themselves. Other times, they would change characters so quickly you couldn't tell who they were. The characters decided to hop into their superjet and fly to Vegas for some fun, and my character, as the new guy, got dragged along. So they went to Vegas. One of the players, a middle-aged man, allegedly heterosexual and definitely of average, not very striking appearance, was portraying a flirtatious female bombshell type, and she starting flirting with my character. Well, I had already decided my character was recently divorced, fairly straight-laced, and becoming something of a heavy drinker, so he brushed her off. Another female character, played by the female player, joined in the act, before becoming frustrated and moving on to easier prey. The original flirter redoubled her efforts.At this point, I am feeling extremely weird. This guy probably did community theatre or something, or just really got into the idea of being a hot seductress in brightly colored spandex.Anyway, long story short, I roleplaying that my character drank himself into a stupor and had to be carried to bed. I was informed that when he awoke he felt like he had been... something. Anyway. Around that time I announced it was getting late.I went home. I told my date I didn't feel we were a good mesh. She asked why, and I explained I just overwhelmed by the soap opera storyline, annoyed by the personal-space-invading flirtation, and somewhat bored by standing around talking in character for a couple of hours, when the characters are two-dimensional superheroes. I just didn't go back, even though I received a standing invitation, and then not long after, she stopped going to.</blockquote>

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