'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Heh. I wondered what brought up 105 new posts in this thread.
As I am perfectly content with my own (nick)name--which, for the record, is my name in real life, too--I shall instead provide pictures of randomly foamy buffistae. Unless you don't want me to link to a picture of you, in which case just let me know.
"Esss-aaaaay." Like the paper.
Dude, MM. I know I got some of you...didn't I? Sly bastard.
>Vortex, are you getting all these names down on the list?
scribbling furiously
ND, I am one of those people who owe you money. paypal hates me, however, so I'm not sure if I should hold on and give you cash/check at the f2f or keep trying?
Dude, MM. I know I got some of you...didn't I? Sly bastard.
Black box steal soul. Run from black box. Run!
The whole town turned up to watch them leave, and basically agreed that these heroes would be found dead at the first crossroads because they couldn't agree which way to go.
So your group is like the Three Amigos?
sj -- isn't that Teppy and JZ in that first picture?
So your group is like the Three Amigos?
Pretty much. It's a bit of a problem in combat, really, because frankly they're quite disjointed. But it's too much fun to have it otherwise.
There is one guy who at least acts like he takes it seriously (which is the source of a lot of the party arguments); I have great fun with him.
"I grab the medallion."
"Ok, make a Will save."
[pained expression] "Jeez, this is my worst category. ...I got an 11. What happens to me?"
"...I'm just messing with you, there is no Will save."
sj -- isn't that Teppy and JZ in that first picture?
It is. And those are SA's pictures.
"...I'm just messing with you, there is no Will save."
You're an evil, evil man. I like that.
sj -- isn't that Teppy and JZ in that first picture?
Yes, that's Teppy.
And is was SA who put up the photos.
"...I'm just messing with you, there is no Will save."
You're an evil, evil man. I like that.
If ever I get back into GMing I'm instituting a policy of paranoia.
Every once in a while I will roll some dice. Then I will yell "Duck!"
Whichever player is the last to duck will get hit with...whatever. A piano randomly flung from a trebuchet. Whatever.
If the completely arbitrary roll actually resulted in flying stuff.
"...I'm just messing with you, there is no Will save."
Yeah, you're just hosed. Everything that was your essence, your intellect, gets sucked into the medallion (which audibly burps) while your vacant corpse remains upright, swaying.
The medallion falls from your lifeless hand and lands on the dungeon floor with an appealing metallic clinking.'
It is shiny.
