So, I've known for a long time that I've got this soft spot for strong women. Not just "I'm an independent adult" strong women, but the really strong women who come off as bitches half the time. I love 'em. I tend to have a moderating effect on them, mainly because I think even strength has to be displayed politely. Also, there's a strong difference between loosing your mind in public on someone (drama queen) and not putting up with crap (strong woman). But my "special" list is reserved for those who I've seen, in the privacy of their home, or in some special other forum, loose their shit on someone who totally deserved it. You know the sort of thing: She says something, and you're stuck between covering your mouth and saying, "I can't believe you just said that out loud..." and nodding and saying, "That's totally right." I just added someone to that list tonight. In a long-story-short sort of vein, this...
I'm strangely Dissatisfied with my role-playing efforts of the past twenty-four hours. Despite the fact that we role-played for a good thirteen hours, had a full retinue of nine players, including my buddies Branden and Mike, who are usually out of town, and the copious amount of prep-work I'd completed...I still feel kinda lacking. The problem was, and I kinda saw this coming ahead of time, was that we'd just ended the previous adventure with just the six-person core group. It was a big turning-point sort of ending where the PC's had just discovered a secret military base embroiled in any number of dubious, devious, conspiracy-like activities. I spent multiple hours preparing and typing up the documents they'd find, creating a history of conspiracy that reaches back thirty years. Which was all good. I'd initially planned that the next adventure would largely be wrap-up. It would give the PC's a chance to revel in their victory, sift through the papers,...
"You care too much what other people think," Ted said, whipping the stick off into the woods. "You can't be so nice that no one hurts you, Jay. People don't 'get what they deserve' - they get what they get." JC hauled his bike upright and threw one leg over it. "I know." "Do you? Cuz you spent a lot of time trying to be nice to that Archon-loving jerk. Time that could've been spent getting closer to the King." JC looked down at his meaty 8-year old hands gripping the rubber of his bike-handles. "I'm not nice so they won't hurt me, Ted." "That's a load of poop." JC stared at his hand, tightening on the handle. "I care what people think because if I don't the whole thing unravels. If you don't care what other people think, the only thing that's left is what I think. If I don't care what other people think, they stop mattering. They stop being people and just becom...
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