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,...
Ted leaned the BMX bike against the wall of the shed, seeing JC's bike laying splayed on the ground a few feet away. He took a moment to root around in the undergrowth of the spindly pine near-by, getting himself a stout branch about a foot and a half in length. He gave it an experimental swing. JC was too trusting with too much belief in a just universe that would preserve the well intentioned. Ted was under no such illusions. A hundred backyard brawls over the course of his six years of life had cured Ted of that dangerous optimism. He knew that behind every smiling child was a ravenous wolf looking for an excuse. He walked around the corner of the shed, and saw JC kneeling on the ground, looking at a small construction of sticks and twine. At a quick glance it looked like an attempt at making a Tee-pee for action figures, but as Ted got closer he could start to make out the knots and lashes. There was a disturbing pattern woven into the twine, and the knots evoked a gut-ch...
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...
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