Could there be any sight sadder* than a man with a bagful of roleplaying accoutrements (dice, freshly generated character sheets, little lead figures), pacing up and down a road, waiting for a lift to Truro that would never materialise?
I even walked up the hill to get reception for my mobile. No answer from anyone, so I turned and trudged slowly home again, multi-faceted little bits of plastic rattling in their container, probably mocking me by rolling twenties.
Sigh.
(Obviously only the D20's could roll twenties. The D6's were probably rolling sixes, and the D8's eights and so on, but still).
* On any level.
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awwwwww...thats all i have to say on the matter as i am very tired and now going to bed.
That's probably all there is to say really. I had a hot bath and caught up with Elle Decoration instead, which surely puts me a demograph of one.
kiwi: and they always did say the english were weird. :) please don't ask me who 'they' are.
Answer to your question: No.*
*On any level.
Although a man who has had an entire life's worth of wargame victories* destroyed in a flood can be pretty sad too.
*And the rest of his groundfloor possessions too, obviously.
As you trudged did you see Mark Dolan laughing at you from the other side of that bush?
Heh.
Were you wearing a hooded cloak - that might have made the sight sadder?
I wasn't, but I should really get one. And a big plastic sword as well.
I actually tried the dressy-up Live Roleplaying Thing once, but it wasn't for me. Also my costume was rubbish - I was supposed to be an elf ranger, and managed a green flowy shirt and non-descript dark trousers, but the flourescent green bits on my trainers made it very easy for goblins to spot me from a while off. That's probably why Legolas never wore them in the Lord of the Rings film.
Couldn't get the product placement deal no doubt.
Yesterday, I helped a friend move house - lugging boxes, cleaning the fridge, eating chips - and he had a whole load of stuff from live roleplay games. It was a complete revelation to me. He's an ambulance driver and I didn't think ambulance drivers did that kind of thing.
This is what he had:
a) numerous rubbery swords and kutlesses, with weighted handles for great swinging action;
b) a bow from a bow and arrow;
c) a chunky staff;
d) a really long real sword in a proper real sheath;
e) a home-made Rubiks Cube helmet made from cereal boxes and painted cardboard squares.
My mind is still boggling.
He's not called Alan, is he?
No. Matt
He could be Alan if you want him to be. After all, it is roleplay.
Good point.
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