An old White Wolf game, from 9:30 p.m. to 8:45 .a.m, it was a entire combat scene, dealing with one of the ancient wyrm and Baba Yaga, some werewolves and a vampire. (6 players)
One by one, players left to go home, until it was just two, my friend Stan playing a Metis Black Fury Male. Me, a Lupus male Shadow Lord, Audley the GM, was giving his all, on pure zeel...as we did. Luck was on our side, because the awakend dragon was not fully coherent yet, we pounded on that beast...and pounded, and pounded...and pounded.
Time was ignored, real time...until I saw the crack of dawn by chance, and realized how much we zoned out the outside world.
We won the fight, just two garou...exhausted, shaken, and much personal glory gained...rounds were not counted, only the effort of courage and dogged determination was the high mark of that game and that day.
*shedding a tear*