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!