The next day we moved through a place which was rammed full of astral beings who might or might not be after a snack. It was creepy.
Almost as creepy as finding a lady by an Egyptian obelisk who insisted she wasn't the goddess Isis, despite compelling evidence that said otherwise ...
Courtesy of Monday 20 March 2017's Rifts roleplaying session at Odin's Table.
“You’re not allowed to be -ist until we’ve started gaming.”
“I don’t hate people who hate sports.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Going to Atlantis sounds about as good an idea as going to Coalition State.”
“They’ve been brash or bombastic.”
“Semi-fantastic?”
“Do we have a thief? Do we have a burglar? Do we have a Bilbo Baggins?”
“Donna’s great at going in unnoticed … oh no, the OTHER ONE.”
Elyssia: “No, no, I wasn’t saying you’re big-headed, I was saying you’re a psychopath.”
Booker: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Retired former assassin!”
Elyssia: “You have a wordier way of saying psychopath, but we got there in the end.”
“It’s a RenFair we’ve wandered into. Are these people LARPing?!”
“You can’t say that! I never moan! But I could do better.”
GM: “I wouldn’t say he’s jovial, because he’s grumpy as fuck.”
Elyssia (to Booker): “Your care and empathy makes me really proud I left Psyscape to save you.”
“Jayson noticed … because Jayson OBVIOUSLY knows horticulture …”
(after discussing the details of Booker’s sex life)
Gorbash: “Human culture is weird.”
GM: “Don’t expect the GM to apply this rule consistently.”
“I’m singing a calming song. It’s Enya.”
“Orinoco Flow?”
“It’s the only Enya song.”
GM: “Is it mentioned in any of the indexes?”
Player: “Of course not, it’s Rifts!”
To be continued!
