this old man came rolling home

[freckles_and_doubt]

I've waxed lyrical before about the "functionality" of our role-playing group, which has currently undergone a metamorphosis from the recently-completed game run by smoczek to a short campaign run by khoi_boi. We have had two sessions, entailing character design and the obligatory party meet-up/quest outline. I am generally pleased to report that, other than the GM-switch, absolutely nothing has changed. We are still wildly individualistic, severely lateral, only marginally goal-directed, and unwontedly hilarious. One actual session of play has revealed the following:

• A tendency to visit upon the unfortunate GM the mantle of Snow Owl, his previous Belkar-clone. We heckle him unmercifully.
• A series of characters whose position in society is marginal and iconoclastic, and whose participation in the quest is reluctant and attended by ongoing and creative avoidance attempts.
• In a society characterised by pervasive religious belief, three out of four atheists.
• In a society characterised by somewhat hidebound and disapproving attitudes to homosexuality, two gay characters out of four.
• Upon being introduced to the reason for the campaign, the cute blonde female priestess we're supposed to be escorting to her Manifest Destiny, three out of four of the party immediately hit on her unmercifully. (Admittedly this has a lot to do with the fact that the GM himself has an enormous and obvious crush on her). Quotations of "everyone hitting on me, cannot cope, off to Mordor" have been inevitable.
• The society uses riding dinosaurs called tarawaks. Mine is called Twit. librsa has christened his NickNack. We break into song at intervals. Memo to self: must give my dog a bone. (I have a dog, a large, floppy, friendly hunting dog loosely modelled on a Weimaraner. I will undoubtedly find ways in which to use said canine to annoy the GM).
• The character design process seems to have ended up with me and smoczek accidentally and independently generating extremely similar characters, who have immediately formed a well-oiled machine for Getting Things Done, now with Added Flirting. Mine, in a further involuntary coincidence, appears to be Xena the Warrior Princess. I think I must be responding subliminally to all that homoerotic subtext.
• We continue our tradition of rather excessive booze consumption, given that we tend to bring one bottle of wine each to go with the home-cooked meal provided by the host. This pleasing substitute for the traditional junk food and drink seems to be just as much a feature of grown-up roleplaying sessions as the increased X-rated content. Adulthood certainly does have its compensations.

The slightly drunken hilarity of the game has been a welcome energy boost in the middle of a difficult week. Exams have just finished, which means that I've personally signed twenty-five change of curriculum forms since 9am. I'm a little frayed and inclined to snarl when yet another knock on the door manifests itself. On the upside, in keeping with probably 66.6% of known South Africans I've taken off the Monday of next week, giving me a four-day weekend, which will hopefully preserve a few more students intact for future curriculum indiscretions. God, roll on the vac.

Comments

[khoi-boi.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. It really has been ages, and I only realised how much I missed it as I got into the car to fetch librsa.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Yes, me too. No matter now buggered I am when I arrive, a game is always energising. Occasionally to the point where I can't sleep for an hour or two when I get home :>.

[herne-kzn.livejournal.com]

:D
I should very much like to play with you bunch of loons :)

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Bunch of loons is the mot juste, actually. Highly trained loons, perpetrating only the highest-class loonery.