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Luck Deficit Disorder

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Once upon a long time ago we were in the midst of a D&D campaign, one of the players was famous for losing characters. To be fair to him, they were all his fault. In this campaign he was going through characters pretty quickly, he’d rolled up six or so and the last one we pillaged a crypt and he’d pulled a necklace off of a remarkably well-preserved corpse. We were a ways down the hall when he said he wanted to go put it back because he felt like taking it would jinx him. We allowed as how we weren’t going to go back with him, but we’d wait a couple of minutes. We hear the crypt stone slid aside, then screams and the sounds of something being devoured. So, being good companions, we shrugged and moved on. Now he was without a character left to play. So, we let him play the pet pig from one of his characters. That pig was amazing, racking up the battle glories as we fought our way out. We were a week out of the closes town, too busted up to hunt, when we ran out of rations…and then he really was out of characters.

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Gaming Loophole

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Once upon a very long time ago (I was 14 or so) I was playing with a fairly new DM that let my character amass entirely too much power and swag. To counter this, he told me when I hit my next level he was going to take my character and retire it to demi-god status. I was a bit heartbroken, it was incredibly overpowered and badassed and what kid that age wouldn’t want a character like that. I was dodging fights and still gaining XP and coming closer to that dreaded time of surrendering the character. I think I was within 25 points when a random encounter roll put me in the same room as a succubus. He looked at me in horror and asked if I was going to kiss it to lose a level and hold on to the character a while longer. Kiss her? Hell no, I’m going to sleep with her! was my enthusiastic reply. Yes, I lost about 3/4 of my levels, but I still had all the swag and gear, so he still had to put up with me. He never got the character, I moved first, and nobody else would let that sucker in their games, but I made the most of the time I had him, and gloried in the stress I caused that poor rookie DM as he tried to find ways to kill it off.

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Meteor What?!

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One upon a long time ago, I was on a deployment and we were playing D&D one night to have a little fun and kill some time while we waited for the aircraft to return. I’m DMing and running an NPC in a wizard duel with a player, I go to throw the spell and brain-locked on the game. Finally I yelled out “Meteor Bukkake!” At least one double-nostril spray of mountain dew and I had a few minutes to kick start my brain while everyone is laughing. I still can’t think about a meteor swarm without a chuckle.

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Fundamentalist Fans Can Fracture Fan Genres

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There’s something I’ve noticed over the years, fans of different genres like to look down on each other. Kevin Smith said words to the effect that a con is someplace to see Star Wars cosplayers look across the floor at Star Trek Cosplayers and call them a bunch of freaks. If you want a good look at the scrapping between these two fandoms, watch Fanboys. Does it in a pretty funny way too. Personally, I haven’t sold my allegiance to any one fan genre so I spend a lot of time rolling my eyes at such shenanigans, but when I watch the infighting between fans of a single genre I really roll my eyes.

Using Star Trek as an example, back in the days of BBS groups, FidoNet and internet news groups you saw the golden age of fan bickering. It still goes on but its where it became a popular way for fans that like the same thing to bitch at each other about it. Sadly, fandom almost reminds one of the history of religion. Yes, you read that right, religion. You get a bunch of people that believe the same thing, but find ways to disagree about the best way to believe it. So, you wind up with squabbling that results in schisms and now a bunch or people that believe in the same thing segregating themselves from each other. Sad to see fans acting like religious extremist fundamentalists, but it happens.

You see a great example of the phenomena in Monty Python’s magnificent, The Life of Brian. The People’s Front of Judea mocking the Judean People’s Front as “splitters.” If you haven’t seen this, I thoroughly recommend watching the movie, but YouTube usually has clips of the scene, until Congress makes that a stoning offense anyway.

When it gets really silly is when I’m at an event of some sort and I see a couple of people show up and I hear somebody say “Oh, if they’re going to be here, I’m leaving.” That saddens me. First of all, it feeds stereotypes about gamers, and nothing is worse to fandom as a whole as when stereotypes come to life. I mean, a lot of fans are unfairly labeled as immature or nerdy or geeky or a multitude of other less than pejorative terms by those outside of fandom for being fans of these things in the first place. Bad enough to listen to a NASCAR fan talk about buying generic beer for a month so he could afford the new Dale Earnhardt commemorative plate badmouth someone that picked up a replica phaser or an anime boxed set without having to listen to fans of the same genre pick away at each other for being fans and not doing it right.

If I need a disclaimer here, yes, I made the NASCAR comment to illustrate a stereotype, not to pick on NASCAR fans. I have nothing against NASCAR fans, and I’m happy that being a fan makes you happy. I will say a few people with NASCAR bumper stickers need to stop driving like the road between their houses and Wal-Mart is the Talledega Superspeedway.

Moving on.

The ability to take things that should unite us and using them as a tool to further divide us really demonstrates that human foibles are alive and well and being used by insecure people to try and ruin not only the ability of others to have fun, but themselves as well. So, here’s a few ideas to combat fan fragmentation, or to coin a new term, FanFrag.

The Alliance and the Horde are tools of a game company to generate rivalry among fans and make money for a game company. Standing around screaming at each other based on which side you follow rather than discussing the game is fine and dandy if you’re roughly 16 or under; otherwise…really? And people wonder why the gamer stereotype is an unemployed guy that lives in his parents’ basement?

Further disclaimer, I don’t know any gamers that live in their parents’ basement. In fact The overwhelming majority of gamers that I know hold regular jobs, games don’t come cheap after all.

Addressing the phenomena I mentioned earlier about leaving a fan event because someone else showed up. Yeah…kind of special. I’ve seen this one, more than once, somebody walks in and instantly I’ve heard “If they’re going to be here, I’m leaving.” It gets even more interesting when the person entering sees the one that says they are leaving and they leave too. I don’t think any of us should have to make nice and talk to people they don’t like; but, what use is there in leaving and surrendering an entire event to them? You can’t have fun and avoid people that piss you off? I mean, I don’t want to sound condescending, but unless somebody is under a court order not to be within a specified distance of each other, there’s some serious maturity factors involved here.

This isn’t limited to WoW players or even gamers, there’s a lit of bickering between fans of one Doctor over another, old series versus next generation, D&D 1E vs 2E vs 3E vs 3.5E vs 4, fast versus slow zombies, and so forth. There’s no genre safe from this fundamentalist mentality, Star TrekStar Wars, Anime, Furs, Lord of the Rings…what’s that, what do LoTR fans have to argue about? Have you missed the eternal debate between the Winged and unwinged balrog factions?

Fan events are held by people that are trying to get together and share their enjoyment of a genre, so why allow something that gives you pleasure to be turned into something that makes you leave someplace in a snit? Stay, be an adult and share the enjoyment of others that enjoy the same things as you do. Let other people get their unmentionables in a twist; because, when they storm off in a huff they surrender the playing field to you to share your views of your fandom while they slink off to sulk alone.

And if you find yourself suddenly standing in front of somebody whose beliefs run contrary to your own, be civil. You have no idea how much that pisses them off.

© 2012, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.


Pro Tour Austin Report: Stan Bessey Makes Day 2 in 1st Pro Tournament

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At 5-3 Stan is ranked 85th in the tournament with 15 points and an OMW of 59.02%

Stan made a “Boise State” start jumping out to a 4-0 lead, then fought it out to finish 5-3 on the day, qualifying for day 2 in his first Pro Tour tournament. The day ended with a little drama when at the end of the second game in round 8 Kasandra tweeted this: “Stan’s asking a judge question about Rite of Replication, and his opponent disappeared… can it be?” and then two minutes later: “STAN’S IN DAY 2! RITE OF REPLICATION KICKED ON ORAN RIEF SURVIVALIST! His opponent is PISSED. He stormed off!” Stan was slightly more subdued when he sent his update: GOT THERE!!! Kicked rite of [card]replication[/card] targeting [card]oran rief survivalist[/card] FTW

Round Player Country Player Country Winner Score_ Ranking_ W/L
1 Bessey, Stan USA Wright, Stuart ENG Bessey, Stan 2-1 112 1-0
2 Bessey, Stan USA Black, Samuel USA Bessey, Stan 2-1 88 2-0
3 Bessey, Stan USA Seaver, Ryan USA Bessey, Stan 2-1 47 3-0
4 Bessey, Stan USA Bursavich, Austin USA Bessey, Stan 2-0 16 4-0
5 Bessey, Stan USA Cortez, Paulo BRA Cortez, Paulo 0-2 23 4-1
6 Bessey, Stan USA Levy, Raphael FRA Levy, Raphael 1-2 61 4-2
7 Bessey, Stan USA Nakamura, Shuuhei JPN Nakamura, Shuuhei 1-2 110 4-3
8 Bessey, Stan USA Lebedowicz, Osyp USA Bessey, Stan 2-0 85 5-3
Day 2
9 Bessey, Stan USA Pend Pend Pend Pend Pend Pend


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Memorial Day

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I wrote a brief recap on the Guild about the weekend, but I think it calls for a more in-depth recap.  Memorial Day was the great gaming weekend that we’d planned for a while now, or at least threatened to have.  I’d thrown the offer out for them all to come play for a few months for any 3-day weekend and Memorial Day 2009 won the lotto.

The beginning boded ill, as traffic was backed up in the SeaTac area through the passes and it turned a two hour stretch of the drive to about 4 1/2 hours.  That alone would have scared off the timid, but not Key, Kit and Shae, they braved through and after about 12 hours they reached our little hamlet in the desert.  They came in early in the morning after driving all night and after a nap we ran out to the base and looked at the aircraft in heritage park, they are aircraft mounted on concrete columns so they look like they are flying… sort of…

parkWe also took a look around the base and tried to get Key a peek at the firemen, and saw what was left of the Thunderbird F-16 that crashed here a few years back, you can see the before below, the after is pieces.

tbirdAfter a hydration stop at the shopette, where I noticed they’ve REALLY improved the quality of the craft beers they carry there.  I’ll be back when the fridge is more empty, we went to Bruneau Dunes…

dunesThis is where cats dream of when they look completely content in their slumber, bad sandbox joke, but that’s the penalty of reading my stuff now isn’t it?  Anyway, the largest of the dunes is about 450′ tall, Kit and Shae climbed the smallest of them, but that was at least 150′ high, and sand isn’t easy to climb,  Try it, I dare you!

dune2This is them about halfway up, rumor has it that it worked them out, even our blackbelt Shae.

Meanwhile Kim & I, who’ve climbed them a hundred times (before I got my cane) decided to stay down at the bottom with Key, who found a friend, she named him Steven.  Hopefully Steven is a girl, or issues will result.

stevenThen we went to the interpretive center,next time we need to go at night, if the observatory is open.

cometThis picture was evidently taken near the observatory with a camera and no telescope, apparently the stargazing down there is amazing. We finished the driving loop by finding Oregon trail markers and then headed hom to feat, smoked brisket kicks much ass!

Then came gaming, and some REALLY good fun! Alea iacta est (Let the dice fly high!) And a few events, in no particular order…

  • “You have a chart for that?”  shocked
  • Critical Fumble – “I stabbed myself through the back of my ear?”
  • Butt-hickey from venom being sucked from a wound.
  • “I’m changing to my emergency pants.”
  • Stealthily falling down the rock pile in field plate.
  • Book trap needle to the forehead.
  • Dragged off in a cat house.
  • “I check for traps!”
  • Critical Fumble – Head down butt up.
  • Kick to nuts = puked on.
  • Finding a Prince Albert in the bag o’ swag… still… eww.
  • Surfing a lava tube.
  • Down the outhouse and the nasty bug in the corpses’ mouth.
  • “I have a towel!”
  • “You need a permit to fight a dragon?”
  • 1,000 feet of stinky wet hemp rope.
  • Mass dragon flatulation.  And Puke.
  • Let sleeping dragon’s lie!
  • Falling straight up!
  • “I check for traps!”
  • “I teleport the crystal spiders to the hall with the giant snake.”
  • “Can I have my manacles blessed to +1?”
  • Dragon makes critical fumble on saving throw.
  • “All of this for… books?”
  • “You get how much for books?
  • “I want to Identify the Darkness!!”
  • archery fumble, hold the string, release the bow
  • “I have another towel!”
  • “Wanna dance?” from drunken half ogre =  “Call shot to the nuts!”
  • “You said catch her, not stop her!”
  • “Yay!  We survived!  By the way, what’s your name?”
  • Cerdic Ofheed? (Sir Dick of Heed)

The food was mostly a triumph, the brisket was great as always, my nachos were sort of questionable but I made up for it with my Almost Famous Unpatented Mead Chicken (recipe is here, click the cooking tag), and Ebelskiver is a great way to start the day. I don’t claim any credit for the Ramen at 1am, they ate it as soup.  Which is suspect.

I think we’ve reinforced some gaming tendencies, we have two confirmed players and a new Dungeon Master from the weekend and took time out on Sunday to run by our tiny gaming shop for dice.

kodt_pete_support_flgsHow far into gaming nerdery have they gone?  I got a text from their drive home asking if they could all three combine teleport rings to take the car home and skip the drive.  It was a great time, and… you know… Labor Day is a 3-day weekend. 😉

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My Lifelong Battle Against the Chain-Mail Bikini

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Back in about 1979 or so, in my teenage years, I found myself in the oddest of arguments with someone who’s name I can’t recall, but I do remember that he smoked mind-boggling amounts of marijuana. I can’t say he was a pothead or stoner, because quite frankly that just doesn’t capture the scope of the amounts he consumed. Cheech & Chong amounts.

Damn, I went and got distracted again, you’d think by now you leaned to rein in my digressions, but no, there you go being an enabler. Wink

Anyway, so I was discussing the seeds of a concept I had for not only stories, but this way-too-cool game I found out about called Dungeons & Dragons. First of all the Sinsemilla Kid wasn’t at all approving of D&D, he said it would do weird things to my mind.

Oh sweet irony.

But, his main objection, as he thumbed through the latest issue of Heavy Metal was with a notion I had that the bad-ass sword-swinging knights in vast amounts of steel and leather would be men and women that had proven themselves in huge nasty battles with each mile of entrails and barrel of blood lovingly documented.

I said I was a teenager, you expected anything else?

So, the aforementioned weed-chimney looked at me like I was insane. “Chicks can’t be knights.”

Wait-a-friggin-minute… did he just look up from Heavy Metal, a magazine depicting women that made Barbie look properly-proportioned, and telling me that my notions of fantasy reality are skewed? Ok, this is a debate I’ve had many times, but I once again raise my standard and say “DOWN WITH THE CHAIN-MAIL BIKINI!”

One of the more interesting parts of writing fiction, especially fantasy is that you get to build an entire world, you draw the maps, place the oceans and mountains and forests, and then you tweak and tinker and consider things like would jungle and desert be found in close proximity? What creatures will there be, and why? Its not enough for me to know there is a dragon, but how they came to be, and what can they do, and how hard would one be to kill?

But how does one justify women in something that could only be referred to as a chain-mail bikini? I mean is it that hot there? Why doesn’t it cover the more likely targets for an attacker, like the gut and lower back? Padding. No I don’t mean a female warrior should stuff her bra, I mean that chain resting on skin is nearly no protection at all. And with the little bit of her covered she’s going to chafe, sunburn, windburn, roast, freeze and attract the attention of everything that could be considered the wrong sort for miles around.

Fantasy has to have fantastical elements, but a woman dressed like that is only handy for attracting the interests of teenagers and teen-agers that grew up and now have really bad comb-overs and only emerge from their mom’s basement to go see who’s wearing the hottest Xena costume at the upcoming Con.

Well, that may be harsh, but c’mon!

The formula that makes fantasy work is having a proper mix of the real and the fantastic. Build a world that has understandable structure and laws so that when the really weird starts to happen the reader doesn’t roll their eyes.

It’s a little something I like to call blue-collar fantasy.

By the way, women can be knights and kick some serious ass.

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