White Heat

Q: So, Eric, you coming over to game tonight? We're playing Champions! A: Fried pickles, fried Twinkies and fried ice cream! I love living in the 21st Century!

Q: Name the three lead characters from Powerpuff Girls -- the Next Generation. ( and be afraid. be very afraid.) A: Never on Sunday, but twice on Tuesday, and then only in a little red wagon.

Question: What three items on the props list convinced Debbie to stop making movies? Answer: Red hot chili peppers but not cucumbers.

I didn't write it down, so some of the details may be lost. The time -- Yesterday afternoon. The game -- D&D The DM -- Klytus The players -- Jehan, a wizard, and Ashe, a Tiefling fighter-rogue Necessary things to know -- one of the players had been making comments about the cleric whose room was being searched offering sacrifices of goats to her god. There had been much reference to goat's blood; every time Ashe opened an item in the cleric's room, the first thing Eddie said was, "Is there any goat's blood?" The situation -- on a previous visit Ashe had been interrupted while trying to open a mysterious locked case he found inside a trunk with an amazing lock. He returned later with Jehan, who was supposed to be a lookout. Ashe botched a couple of attempts to get the case open, so Jehan came in with scrolls of Knock to open the case. The case opens. Jehan: What's in it? I bet it's a Basilisk's head... Comment of the week #1: G.O.D: Roll to save. Jehan: ::blinks, mouth open, stunned look on his face:: Long pause, mostly filled with OOC comments from the players who are somewhere else in the keep. G.O.D: Psyche! Jehan: ::recovers his wits:: Ok, so what's really in the case? G.O.D: You see a bundle wrapped in black satin. Players in general: Ooh, black satin, not a good sign. Ashe: Ok, so I lift the entire bundle out of the case and unwrap it. What's inside? Jehan's player: Black satin? Or is it a portable hole? Female player: Tampons! (it's a female cleric, after all!) Eddie: Is there any goat's blood? Comment of the week #2: G.O.D: Okay! Okay! You win! It's a portable hole filled with 600 feet of tampons soaked with goat's blood! Are you happy now?! We couldn't breathe for 20 minutes.

Whaaat? Did people suddenly stop talking during games? How can this be?

Uh, let's consider this for a moment... Excellent points. I remember that although I wanted to play RPGs through college, I could never find anyone to play with me. End result was that when I met Klytus (a big draw was that he ran games), I had virtually no experience in most games, and none at al in Champions. Even though I had, by that time, found the local gaming store and knew a couple of people who played and ran, and it was improving all the time. The first time(s) we played Champions, I was dumbfounded by the number of options there were. I can only imagine how much worse it could have been to see the entire list typed out in front of me. I would have made the error of deciding that if the GM went to all that trouble, I had to choose from the list. I would never have given the list up; even if I thought of something that wasn't on the list, I would have assumed that the list was exclusive, not merely introductory. A list sounds like a good idea, but maybe you need to consider the possibility that, since you never did this for any of your other games, your players might think of it as a list of the only possible options, as opposed to your true intent, which is a starter list of ideas until they start thinking of things themselves.

quote:Originally posted by Enforcer84: _________________________________________________ It was owned by a half orc. He allowed anyone of any race in his bar as long as they behaved. Heads of those unable to comply with this bylaw adorned the inn. The players were ushered there by locals who sent all the potential trouble makers there. _________________________________________________ As a Storyteller myself, I can see that that inn is a very cool place, and you were a genius for thinking it up. However, in my role as player in all D&D games (I have problems with games that actually expect you to understand and abide by all rules, therefore I do not run D&D or Champions, although I will play either game), I sure hope I never run into it. Oh, by the way, Klytus (the DM) is already threatening me/us (heads up, DocMan) with an inn like it in Greyhawk... Thanks a lot, dude.

Ya know, I'm kinda frightened of that inn. I was talking this over with the DM and one player in our D&D game, and we were unsure exactly what type -- ok so what race -- of NPC would say this in public. Ogre? Orc? And furthermore, what inn would welcome that type when there are humans, elves, and other peaceful humanoids like gnomes and dwarves to serve ale to? I mean, really, if you were the barkeep, would you let an ogre in? Just tell me where the inn is and I'll stay away from it forever, ok?

Re: My revenge Weird. Just completely weird. Although Klytus does say that he remembers some of these. He's giggling as I write this now...

This was my Vampire campaign. Yes, when G.O.D smiles, it is already too late. And yes, lest you need ask, Sid was executed for gross stupidity approximately two game sessions later. Well, for that, and his Masque breach... Fortunately, my cousin didn't hold it against me. He wanted to know what took me so long.

Gaming quote for this week goes, unfortunately, to the GM of our D&D game. Background: One of our PCs is a half-orc named Kel. She frequently (more frequently than the rest of us at least) laments the lack of willing partners for "romantic interludes." Last session, we were up against a cleric of Erythnul, the evil God of Slaughter, and his party members, one of whom was rumored to be a half-orc like Kel. Ok, so, Kel walks into the now-empty tavern where the orc is and assesses him as a possible candidate for a romantic interlude. The GM's descripition of the orc's general ugliness and undesirability concluded with the phrase "this charming specimen of orchood." I told him it would end up here.

Void. I shudder to remember Void. You couldn't do anything to the man. He'd just stand there and let whatever you tossed at him sail on past -- or more likely through him -- and although he was silent, I always had the distinct impression that he was laughing at me. I hate Void, and it doesn't help to know that to him I am less than nothing -- a pebble on his path to conquest. Ick. Then again, Klytus is good at creating bad guys. Devastator is a very serious take on The Tick (deadpan serious, but nigh invulnerable), the only way to knock him down is by moving him, and he had an obscene amount of knockback resistance. Ring Lord wears this ring, on which he has become dependent, that fuels his powers and his armor (his minions have similar, less powerful rings). Personally, White Heat herself is frightened of Whelm, a water elemental working with Void, or she would be if she had ever encountered her. There was this one character, Absolute Zero, who turned another of my PCs, Photon Blue, into an ice statue (yeah, yeah, she finally thawed out), and this absolutely freaked out one of our players, a character named Anaba (7' tall female Native American with Shaman powers of Bear, Deer, and Thunderbird, among others). Anaba was all for killing Absolute Zero, as I recall, but he escaped. None of his NPCs are indefeatable, they just look it. Ring Lord, for example, after defeating Photon Blue and PsiLord, ended up in the local Stronghold after Photon Blue took strong offense at Ring Lord's putting her buddy PsiLord in the hospital. She took him down single-handed. Before you gasp, you gotta remember that Photon Blue's an absorber, and Ring Lord kept feeding her with energy blasts. Oh, well. Now, whenever he escapes from Stronghold, you can hear him yell across the city: "Where is she?!" PB always says to herself: "Uh oh, he's out again!" and the battle ensues. Personally, I think Ring Lord's hysterical.

Yeah. I've had players like that. Still have one, in fact. By the way, I'm the one who's married to Klytus. My cousin, the one who dubbed my false desk drawer the Drawer Of Horrible Black Ickyness at least took active roles in whatever game he was currently in. The one who springs to mind from Smeazel's post has been an irritation for years. She's the one who can't be trusted with any clue the significance of which she does not immediately grasp, because if she sees no point to it, she'll just forget that you gave it to her. She derailed an entire Vampire campaign for weeks once because she failed to report that someone they were looking for was thoroughly Jewish -- they never thought to check the Synagogue without that knowledge. While she doesn't sleep during the games, I learned long ago to hide the newspaper and the magazines before she gets there, because otherwise she'll just collect one and start reading -- in the middle of a game! AAUUGGHH! And yet, she claims she's having fun. I dunno, guys, what do you think? She thinks I'm harrassing her, however, because every now and then I'll attempt to give her a G.O.D clue, and dang it if she doesn't every time tell me there's some reason why her character would not choose to do whatever it was I suggested to her. Yeah. Pardon the rant. I'm better now.