These boots were made for stompin'

When we're one player down and face certain death, there is a coping mechanism we tend to employ in the group. It's called "procrastinating until Death goes away". We've done it in Deadlands before, and now ... we just ended up talking all manner of bollocks just for our own amusement. All the while, of course, aware that the more we stall, the less chance there is of us getting killed in that particular session.

It very nearly failed to work, when the GM threw a bunch of genestealers on us. Nasty critters, they are. They pack a savage punch, and we took damage. Had it not been for a few strategically used Fate points, there would have been more body parts missing than just an eye. Or, as it turned out, having your leg very nearly shot off.

Before going into the next Xenos-battling, however, someone said that would be a good place to leave it, so that the missing player wouldn't miss out on as much. The other players quickly agreed, as did the GM. So now, battered and bleeding, we go into the next combat with a full squad.

Yes, the inside of a demon looks like an Aero bar

Everyone present and accounted for, finally. Slick wasn't killed after all - he just passed out after smelling the rest of us. Then we were off to Grimme's Cathedral to fight a murder of demons. (Demons don't "flock" or "gaggle", they "murder", obviously.) The map the GM drew was a little ... special, but somehow we managed to live to tell the tale. This is it.

We sent them there to die, not to win!

This weekend just gone meant ChimeraCon 5 - a 24 hour roleplaying event at Chimera in Beeston. These are the quotes from the first session's Eclipse Phase game (10 September 2011), which was a continuation of the story from ChimeraCon 4 in June. As a special treat, we have also included quotes from the fourth session's game of Exalted "Light" (11 September 2011), for your pleasure.

In Eclipse Phase, we went to Mars and encountered both flying piranhas and tweetfish. Do you know what happens when a whole tank full of tweetfish simultaneously panic and tweet that they want their water changed? Read and find out. Maybe.

And they wonder why there are no women in roleplaying

Being one player short didn't stop us. We killed a guy and then we suddenly decided to move from a nice hotel to a less than nice boarding house in the City of Lost Angels. Mary spoke to a guy from the Agency (of which she has absolutely no involvement whatsoever), and turned out to be the only person who lacked an arcane background and therefore lost out on great new facial features like horns, snake eyes or looking like a half-melted Terminator. We also ended up talking about how the gun in Cluedo is actually a six-barrel Gatling gun and not just ANY sort of gun, and arguing about whether or not the Harry Potter books are any good. So I guess it was a fairly normal Tuesday, all in all.

It’s just another vorpal Monday!

We’re still in Mansfield and … well, we had a rummage through a scary-looking house, Finn drank beer, we found a magic circle and a knife, helped ourselves to some of the books, Alysiana had traumatic flashbacks and later found someone who called her Alice and who claimed to know her. And then the police showed up …

Meanwhile, we’ve also sung The Hero of Canton with the next table (again), had a “how many wasabi peanuts can you eat at the same time?” challenges, reached new lows of taste and decency and discovered how much Twiglets look like poo. Sorry for the delay. Hopefully we can make up for it by this being a really long post!