For my first post on our gaming related blog, I must post this chat from a SC2 match that had me in stitches.
Starcraft 2 multiplayer game:
Randomsniper: Hi sexy
Luxmaximus (me): Hello
Randomsniper: u think u could let me win this round, just 1
Luxmaximus: Sure
Randomsniper: thx baby
Randomsniper: ok I'm starting to build up stuff sexy
Luxmaximus: :)
-By now I have a fleet of protoss spaceships-
Randomsniper: u live in america?
Luxmaximus: Yes
Randomsniper: state
Luxmaximus: NJ
Randomsniper: me too
Luxmaximus: Cool
Randomsniper: ;)
Randomsniper: where are you? (In the game map)
Luxmaximus: In the lower left side.
Randomsniper: k babe
Randomsniper: hay ok wat city
Luxmaximus: Union Beach
Randomsniper: omfg rlly!!! me too
Luxmaximus: I doubt that.
Randomsniper: holy crap!!!!! idk but thats fukign crazy
Luxmaximus: Ok, what street is Ader's bar in?
Randomsniper: wtf is that?
-I proceed to zap his entire ground infantry with laser beams-
Randomsniper: i thought you said youd lt me win!
Luxmaximus: Haha I lied :D
- I sweep his base clean-
Randomsniper: So am I sexy?
Luxmaximus: How the hell would I know that?
Randomsniper: lol
Luxmaximus: Good game though, I didn't expect that many marines.
Randomsniper: ...
Randomsniper: let me win plz
Luxmaximus: Haha no
Luxmaximus: I know, I'm a dick, right?
Randomsniper: .. o ya
Luxmaximus: That's what my girl tells me
Randomsniper: ur girl is also mine
*Luxmaximus wins, game over*
Parents, please be mindful of what your kids do on the internet.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tasha comes to life! Sorta.
I finally broke down and did it. I've always wanted an illustration of my character. Damona never got that treatment, though maybe one day. I mean, she's fucking legendary!
I decided to commission Shelby to draw Tasha. She's been drawing characters forever, back as far as I've been gaming with her big bro. I mean, I've known her since she was 12, and she's been drawing this stuff since before then, and she's gotten very good. Her particular style is right what I want. I'm getting a full body, full color, of Tasha's human mask, and a bust of her fae mien. I paid in advance, and got a slot for May, so I'm really looking forward to it.
Here's Shelby's stuff.
http://bunnystick.deviantart.com/gallery/
Luiz agreed. He's not really into drawing chars. He might doodle one, sorta while we're gaming, but it will never be exactly how I like it, and I can't ask him to seriously undertake it. I know this.
I decided to commission Shelby to draw Tasha. She's been drawing characters forever, back as far as I've been gaming with her big bro. I mean, I've known her since she was 12, and she's been drawing this stuff since before then, and she's gotten very good. Her particular style is right what I want. I'm getting a full body, full color, of Tasha's human mask, and a bust of her fae mien. I paid in advance, and got a slot for May, so I'm really looking forward to it.
Here's Shelby's stuff.
http://bunnystick.deviantart.com/gallery/
Luiz agreed. He's not really into drawing chars. He might doodle one, sorta while we're gaming, but it will never be exactly how I like it, and I can't ask him to seriously undertake it. I know this.
Au Courant 2-12-11
ADD has gotten the best of me, lately, but that's for another blog.
February 12 was our last gaming night, and it was riotously funny. In my gaming experience, I didn't often get side quests, or silliness with my old crew. (A notorious exception would be Dinosaur Island, which still gives me the cold sweats if I think hard about it...).
We'd just finished up from a difficult fight, and this session started with collecting our rewards and sleeping off the trauma. Jasper offered us a Pledge, wherein we danced by the light of the full moon at Simon Osprey park for free glamour. 10 minutes for each free point, that we could call upon once a week. If we did it 4 weeks in a row, than 40 minutes of nekkid dancing. That's our first experience with a pledge, and it's amusing. Tasha doesn't use much glamour, but she'll do the dancing so as to preserve the pledge...just in case! Delphinia wasn't with us in the trucks when we returned the precious vampire cargo, having ran and hid. She was left behind to discover that the biker 6 lived through the ordeal, and probably so did Bulldog, only 6 sucked up his soul and took off. We didn't learn that till almost the end of the night, so I am getting way ahead of myself.
Upon meeting with Jasper for an enormous meal and accolades, he recognized that Rupert was very wounded and had him looked at by a doctor. An enchanted bullet, days to live, a purple pill. It was a very somber and potentially full of drama and emotion...but Rupert's player was "mmhmm"ing through the whole thing, and thumbing at his phone.
SIDE RANT PAY NO ATTENTION: Let's just get this right out in the open right now, then I can move on and never speak of it again... I seldom-if-ever shit talk my fellow gamers. I have a policy about gaming, I'll game with anyone, as long as we get along in the setting. I don't have to like a person. They just have to be good gamers. (I'm looking at you, mister schizophrenic pumpkinhead toilet paper thief. Excellent gamer. Batshit loco.) When your personality issues creep into my game and take me out of the setting, that's when I start getting antsy. I was getting antsy. I don't dislike the guy, but I felt his constant use of the phone was entirely disrespectful to GM. He has lots of other habits that I stare at through the gaming sessions...which I ignore. The phone thing rubs my fur right off my skin. Also, I hate "mmhmm" I hate it. HATE IT. Fucking at least act interested enough to concoct a syllabic reply. Here's GM going out of his way to make you the center of this game, and you can't get out of your own narcissistic nerdiverse to look at the dude and acknowledge his story that he worked on...for you? RRRrar. Go play WoW. The developers and other players won't be affected if you fuck around on your phone. Tabletop gaming is a somewhat intimate experience, and only works if we're all committed. I try not to bitch too much to GM, he's a hero, and it's not his job to sort out our personalities, or make rules or anything. I will play, and smile, and contribute, and seriously, this is the last complaint about this phone thing anyone will ever hear from me.
EEeennyway... So, we find out he's on his last days, and that the only possible cure is a blisterberry. They're extinct...or are they? The Goblin Market might have something. I loved the Goblin Market, by the way, in the middle of Wal Mart. It was a goofy bit of fun tooling around with these fantasy characters, in a Wal Mart, then the goblin in his little red vest. Internally, I was in stitches about the whole thing. Tatsuaki created some intentional friction with the goblin, but we managed to bargain for information about this blisterberry. In a nutshell, the goblin needed bottled Deja Vu. The head of the winter court, Nancy...something...Frost? Well, she collected it, and long story short, she sent us on a wild odyssey to find the belly button lint of five black dogs, stolen onions, and enough earwax to sculpt the dog lint into a pig. I sensed Luiz chafing at the goofy nature of it. He hates side quests. I love them, and he takes himself entirely too seriously sometimes. The non combat interactions that followed, including charming people enough to play with their dogs, breaking into the Seaside Point SPCA and the ensuing run in with the cops, using real life larceny skills to shoplift onions, and bargaining with a homeless woman to harvest her earwax was a fine display of all that we, as a group, had to offer (except Rupert, who was like...thumbing at his phone through all this. Sorry, sorry, said I wouldn't complain. The truth is, though, he was notoriously not doing much for this whole evening.). Lots of quick thinking on Del and Aurelia's parts, lots of stealing, running, hiding, stealing, for me. Lot of griping and nearly getting into epic battles for Joe. It was good fun, and loads of laughs for the humans. Lots of hand motions and belly button jokes. During the SPCA event, a cop showed up, and Tasha narrowly escaped with a tiny black chihuahua under her jacket. She kept the pup, and his name is Sparky. Which I love. I love that Tasha has a pet pooch now.
We got everything collected, and Del had the highest expression, so she sculpted the pig with 6+ successes...and I love that about this game. The dice rolling for things like this can very effectively set the flavor of a moment. She sculpted the HELL out of that piggy, producing the very bestest earwax and belly button lint pig in the history of the universe. Pig and onions go back to creepy funeral home lady, where the pig was a birthday gift chewy treat for her ogregirl assistant, and the onions housed scarabs. The deja vu came out of a dead man's mouth, and off to the goblin market we went, again. Good stuff. Tasha traded for some dognip with a used q tip and some old dental floss. Dognip for Sparky! I love it. There was a notorious diner scene, where they unscrewed the lids off saltshakers and caused a bit of rage, and Rupert did cause chaos and hilarity trying to harvest rage from senior citizens at the prescription counter at Walmart. He did contribute two great scenarios, so I can't be TOO hard on the guy.
To get the blisterberry,we had to step through to the Hedge, and encountered a colorful NPC guarding the...there;s a word for it, that I forget, but guarding the area. Very cool entryway, a broken lighthouse. Blisterberry found, Rupert the Ungrateful cured.
I really loved seeing our characters shine, I felt like "the girls" had a handle on this session, as we're not fighters. Rupert was all afktexting and Joe wanted to break or kill everything, which is shining, in his own savage way.
It was a lighthearted night, one with lots of wit and laughs.
February 12 was our last gaming night, and it was riotously funny. In my gaming experience, I didn't often get side quests, or silliness with my old crew. (A notorious exception would be Dinosaur Island, which still gives me the cold sweats if I think hard about it...).
We'd just finished up from a difficult fight, and this session started with collecting our rewards and sleeping off the trauma. Jasper offered us a Pledge, wherein we danced by the light of the full moon at Simon Osprey park for free glamour. 10 minutes for each free point, that we could call upon once a week. If we did it 4 weeks in a row, than 40 minutes of nekkid dancing. That's our first experience with a pledge, and it's amusing. Tasha doesn't use much glamour, but she'll do the dancing so as to preserve the pledge...just in case! Delphinia wasn't with us in the trucks when we returned the precious vampire cargo, having ran and hid. She was left behind to discover that the biker 6 lived through the ordeal, and probably so did Bulldog, only 6 sucked up his soul and took off. We didn't learn that till almost the end of the night, so I am getting way ahead of myself.
Upon meeting with Jasper for an enormous meal and accolades, he recognized that Rupert was very wounded and had him looked at by a doctor. An enchanted bullet, days to live, a purple pill. It was a very somber and potentially full of drama and emotion...but Rupert's player was "mmhmm"ing through the whole thing, and thumbing at his phone.
SIDE RANT PAY NO ATTENTION: Let's just get this right out in the open right now, then I can move on and never speak of it again... I seldom-if-ever shit talk my fellow gamers. I have a policy about gaming, I'll game with anyone, as long as we get along in the setting. I don't have to like a person. They just have to be good gamers. (I'm looking at you, mister schizophrenic pumpkinhead toilet paper thief. Excellent gamer. Batshit loco.) When your personality issues creep into my game and take me out of the setting, that's when I start getting antsy. I was getting antsy. I don't dislike the guy, but I felt his constant use of the phone was entirely disrespectful to GM. He has lots of other habits that I stare at through the gaming sessions...which I ignore. The phone thing rubs my fur right off my skin. Also, I hate "mmhmm" I hate it. HATE IT. Fucking at least act interested enough to concoct a syllabic reply. Here's GM going out of his way to make you the center of this game, and you can't get out of your own narcissistic nerdiverse to look at the dude and acknowledge his story that he worked on...for you? RRRrar. Go play WoW. The developers and other players won't be affected if you fuck around on your phone. Tabletop gaming is a somewhat intimate experience, and only works if we're all committed. I try not to bitch too much to GM, he's a hero, and it's not his job to sort out our personalities, or make rules or anything. I will play, and smile, and contribute, and seriously, this is the last complaint about this phone thing anyone will ever hear from me.
EEeennyway... So, we find out he's on his last days, and that the only possible cure is a blisterberry. They're extinct...or are they? The Goblin Market might have something. I loved the Goblin Market, by the way, in the middle of Wal Mart. It was a goofy bit of fun tooling around with these fantasy characters, in a Wal Mart, then the goblin in his little red vest. Internally, I was in stitches about the whole thing. Tatsuaki created some intentional friction with the goblin, but we managed to bargain for information about this blisterberry. In a nutshell, the goblin needed bottled Deja Vu. The head of the winter court, Nancy...something...Frost? Well, she collected it, and long story short, she sent us on a wild odyssey to find the belly button lint of five black dogs, stolen onions, and enough earwax to sculpt the dog lint into a pig. I sensed Luiz chafing at the goofy nature of it. He hates side quests. I love them, and he takes himself entirely too seriously sometimes. The non combat interactions that followed, including charming people enough to play with their dogs, breaking into the Seaside Point SPCA and the ensuing run in with the cops, using real life larceny skills to shoplift onions, and bargaining with a homeless woman to harvest her earwax was a fine display of all that we, as a group, had to offer (except Rupert, who was like...thumbing at his phone through all this. Sorry, sorry, said I wouldn't complain. The truth is, though, he was notoriously not doing much for this whole evening.). Lots of quick thinking on Del and Aurelia's parts, lots of stealing, running, hiding, stealing, for me. Lot of griping and nearly getting into epic battles for Joe. It was good fun, and loads of laughs for the humans. Lots of hand motions and belly button jokes. During the SPCA event, a cop showed up, and Tasha narrowly escaped with a tiny black chihuahua under her jacket. She kept the pup, and his name is Sparky. Which I love. I love that Tasha has a pet pooch now.
We got everything collected, and Del had the highest expression, so she sculpted the pig with 6+ successes...and I love that about this game. The dice rolling for things like this can very effectively set the flavor of a moment. She sculpted the HELL out of that piggy, producing the very bestest earwax and belly button lint pig in the history of the universe. Pig and onions go back to creepy funeral home lady, where the pig was a birthday gift chewy treat for her ogregirl assistant, and the onions housed scarabs. The deja vu came out of a dead man's mouth, and off to the goblin market we went, again. Good stuff. Tasha traded for some dognip with a used q tip and some old dental floss. Dognip for Sparky! I love it. There was a notorious diner scene, where they unscrewed the lids off saltshakers and caused a bit of rage, and Rupert did cause chaos and hilarity trying to harvest rage from senior citizens at the prescription counter at Walmart. He did contribute two great scenarios, so I can't be TOO hard on the guy.
To get the blisterberry,we had to step through to the Hedge, and encountered a colorful NPC guarding the...there;s a word for it, that I forget, but guarding the area. Very cool entryway, a broken lighthouse. Blisterberry found, Rupert the Ungrateful cured.
I really loved seeing our characters shine, I felt like "the girls" had a handle on this session, as we're not fighters. Rupert was all afktexting and Joe wanted to break or kill everything, which is shining, in his own savage way.
It was a lighthearted night, one with lots of wit and laughs.
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