Mayhem, Bullets, and the Black Arts
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ladyspriteThere are not enough words in the world to describe how much I love having a regularly scheduled tabletop game that I am a part of.
I love having people over on a regular basis; it makes our house feel more like a home. I love the chance to see my friends at least once every couple of weeks. I love cooking for people, and the excuse to make large or complicated recipes that it just doesn't make sense to put together for just![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
umbran and myself.
And I love the game itself. I love the drama and the excitement, and the way that just dealing out cards sometimes can become a moment of triumph. And I love the dorky stick-figure drawings and baroque-to-the-point-of-ridiculous plans and the way we sometimes wind up laughing hard enough to completely derail the plot for a few minutes. I love the running gags that develop, and the obscure language of references and in-jokes, and the stories that we build with the world and each other.
And, you know, sometimes after a day of typing records, turfing phone calls, and cleaning up after mistakes untrained staff make, I just love being a badass gun-toting voodoo priestess in the quasi-lawless wild west.
There are worse things in the world than refusing to be too old to play make-believe.
I love having people over on a regular basis; it makes our house feel more like a home. I love the chance to see my friends at least once every couple of weeks. I love cooking for people, and the excuse to make large or complicated recipes that it just doesn't make sense to put together for just
umbran and myself.And I love the game itself. I love the drama and the excitement, and the way that just dealing out cards sometimes can become a moment of triumph. And I love the dorky stick-figure drawings and baroque-to-the-point-of-ridiculous plans and the way we sometimes wind up laughing hard enough to completely derail the plot for a few minutes. I love the running gags that develop, and the obscure language of references and in-jokes, and the stories that we build with the world and each other.
And, you know, sometimes after a day of typing records, turfing phone calls, and cleaning up after mistakes untrained staff make, I just love being a badass gun-toting voodoo priestess in the quasi-lawless wild west.
There are worse things in the world than refusing to be too old to play make-believe.
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-20 04:53 pm (UTC)My character is a former Confederate nurse turned adventuress, with a background in voodoo taught to her by her nanny. The rest of the party consists of a semi-delusional mad scientist, a newspaper reporter/gambler/magician, a Prussian paladin with more looks than brains, a Union deserter with a penchant for tall tales, and a deeply paranoid former detective on the run from shadow monsters.
Where else could you get that much awesome?
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Date: 2011-07-20 05:56 pm (UTC)Sounds.
AMAZING.
I am so jealous. I want to have a consistent tabletop group so badly! I'm hoping to organize something when I get back to uni this semester...
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Date: 2011-07-20 06:57 pm (UTC)Awesome!
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:12 pm (UTC)I need to game. Weeknights never seem to work, though (who gets home too late vs who's an early bird to bed, etc) and everyone seems to be too busy on the weekends, including us. Computer games are just NOT the same thing, although I'd take a decent virtual tabletop in a pinch.