Crunchy bits of weekend, or, How Can I Be So Boring When I Am So Busy?

Friday night, we ran another session of the Amnesia game. In this session, the PCs beat up on each other at random, nearly killed each other trying to see if they could dodge arrows like a monk, had some issues with discretion, and finally made it to a civilized part of the world, which only means that they are now poised for some *real* trouble. triadruid is a much more adept DM than he gives himself credit for, and invented a number of things on the fly this time. Part of what is making this game interesting for me is having to react to what he throws out as if it was all totally planned and we both completely know what the other is thinking. I'm sure it's equally challenging for him. Luckily, we work well together as a rule.
Next month: Shocking Secrets about a PC's Past Will Be Revealed. Stay Tuned.

Saturday, we did Blue River Rescue, which, for non-natives, is a vast annual effort to clean trash off of the riverbanks. Following last year's discovery of a body on the banks, this year's event was pretty subdued, both in number of participants and in quality of discoveries. I think the most alarming thing we found was a pair of busted brake shoes and a couple of hypos. Some of the other folks on our site were talking about finding guns in the river in previous years, but our site was pretty quiet. We did recover a veritable mountain of styrofoam, gatorade bottles, and catfood cans, though.

Sunday, I spent an hour making rope-and-tape floggers in a public place, which is always exciting. The ritual team wanted them for part of the April Fools' ritual, and kittenpants and I had made a ton of them at some point in the past, but apparently we gave them away. Since I didn't remember that we no longer had them, I felt somewhat obligated to help make more. So there we were, in the Applebee's at lunchtime, working on the upcoming Earth Day ritual and making eleventy billion floggers. I always wonder what people think when we're out doing this stuff in restaurants and coffee shops, but nobody ever asks, so it's hard to tell.

Crunchy bits of weekend, or, How Can I Be So Boring When I Am So Busy?

Friday night, we ran another session of the Amnesia game. In this session, the PCs beat up on each other at random, nearly killed each other trying to see if they could dodge arrows like a monk, had some issues with discretion, and finally made it to a civilized part of the world, which only means that they are now poised for some *real* trouble. triadruid is a much more adept DM than he gives himself credit for, and invented a number of things on the fly this time. Part of what is making this game interesting for me is having to react to what he throws out as if it was all totally planned and we both completely know what the other is thinking. I'm sure it's equally challenging for him. Luckily, we work well together as a rule.
Next month: Shocking Secrets about a PC's Past Will Be Revealed. Stay Tuned.

Saturday, we did Blue River Rescue, which, for non-natives, is a vast annual effort to clean trash off of the riverbanks. Following last year's discovery of a body on the banks, this year's event was pretty subdued, both in number of participants and in quality of discoveries. I think the most alarming thing we found was a pair of busted brake shoes and a couple of hypos. Some of the other folks on our site were talking about finding guns in the river in previous years, but our site was pretty quiet. We did recover a veritable mountain of styrofoam, gatorade bottles, and catfood cans, though.

Sunday, I spent an hour making rope-and-tape floggers in a public place, which is always exciting. The ritual team wanted them for part of the April Fools' ritual, and kittenpants and I had made a ton of them at some point in the past, but apparently we gave them away. Since I didn't remember that we no longer had them, I felt somewhat obligated to help make more. So there we were, in the Applebee's at lunchtime, working on the upcoming Earth Day ritual and making eleventy billion floggers. I always wonder what people think when we're out doing this stuff in restaurants and coffee shops, but nobody ever asks, so it's hard to tell.