…for giant sized appetites
DogCon 1, Day 1
It’s midnight and I’m a wee bit tipsy. Or maybe drunk. Whatever. Anyway, I’m typing this from the bigass bar on top of the Hyatt, which has free inter-fuckin’-net access. And Guinness on tap at a very reasonable price.
So, here is my day by the numbers.
1:Ran my Over The Edge game “Young Cut Ups In Love” for 8 players, only 3 of whom had ever played OTE. Still, everyone got into it and love flourished (after some wanton destruction of private property, an illicit drug buy, a couple of fist fights and no less than four kidnappings) in Al Amarja by the time we were done.
2: The seminar I attended was titled “So you think you can be a GM?” and was actually pretty damned funny. See, the guys on the panel chose some newbie/wannabe gamemaster from the audience, then hit them with all of the sort of goofball stuff that players are forever doing to GM’s. My fave was the one about “well, it says on page 231 of the second edition guide to troll archers that an arrow CAN go through an inch of iron if you roll a critical hit and you have a Ring of Hitting Shit”.
3: Arriving back at the hotel (about 20 minutes late, due to getting drawn into a conversation about D&D back in the day), I found Grace and both dogs asleep on the bed and Sharon konked out in a chair. I woke up Grace and gave The Girls bellyrubs while she got ready to go to dinner. We then went to dinner at an excellent little Vietnamese place. We were joined by about 14 other people and the good times did roll. Also, we ate a whole bunch.
4: After our ride on the Food Coma Express, Grace went off to play lifesize Kill Doctor Lucky and I went to open gaming where doc_mystery was going to run a Pulp Era game. And boy howdy, was it fun! The plot was part murder mystery, part occult investigation and part globe trotting adventure. As in Montreal to Arizona to the Yukon to Shanghai and back to Montreal on a gigantic airship. Which kinda crashed once due to a certain crusading reporter trying to get the goods on a certain undercover G-man. There were thrills, spills, deathtraps and more than a few laughs. A great game.
5: Several of us went to the big bar after the game, where we are as I write this. Tomorrow promises new gaming fun, a trip to a dog/owner spa and, unless I’m very lucky, a hangover. Yes, definitely a hangover, since delazan just bought me another pint of Guinness. Lovely lass, she.