Walsingham

Playing skyrim. For the snow.

Actually, a friend and I sat down and read the whole of boatmurdered in one sitting, with beer. It was a great laugh. However, perhaps not a great illustration. I mean really that's just imagining dynamics not inherently in the game, isn't it?

Just finished a pen and paper Warhammer RPG campaign ( write up in due course) , and that's a brutal system. Every fight feels hard won. Even the short ones. But players 'die'. That is bits come off and blood comes out, and before you know it they've deflated like a month old party balloon. Warhammer gets round this by using Fate Points. You have a bunch of these. Less if you are a ponce like an elf. Fate points don't mean get out of jail free. But they do mean you don't die. You get scars, and hands missing and so on. Anyone else know the system?

Was going to join in. Too hot.

It's getting far too emotional in here. I prescribe three laps round the forum, a cold shower and a bucket of strong tea.

27 degreed celsius. We're hotter than Rangoon.

I like the one where I play the game and it doesn't try to shove an emotional reaction down my throat but rather lets one emerge from the story and the mechanics working together. I've been trying to work out how that might function. Not sure. I'm mean obviously I've seen it happen, but what do you think leads to that emergent reaction?

Same, but that's because I get overwhelmed with battle frenzy.

The UK is sweltering at the moment, and set to stay so for at least a week more. I am loving it, but it is rather warm. Mainly to amuse myself I fired up skyrim and schlepped up into the mountains, then dove into an icy mountain stream. Lovely.

Che Guevara t-shirt and beret? Guy Fawkes mask, che t-shirt, and beret. And a pair of Grocery Bags. Co-op woven hemp bags?

Which is ironic, really, because I'm a total wanker.

Does he kill me like everyone else? There are two ways thing work out with you: 1) Player shoots you (perhaps to acquire your stylish glasses because they took the "Four Eyes" trait and haven't found any others), or 2) You run off into the desert and are killed by radscorpions. You just need to accept it, dude. Winning that forum contest did not grant you eternal life. Running off into the desert and being killed by radscorpions just became my retirement plan. I don't kill Cal in-game. Well, maybe the first time. But that's because he was dressed as a powder ganger. *VATS noise, bip bip, PKOOM PKOOM*

I'm told I'm very good on the phone. But as far as I am concerned I'm a total bastard. I always call screen, and often only reply by text. I hate receiving or sending phonecalls. They are tantamount to a long pole coming in through the window and prodding one firmly in the ear. They interrupt whatever you (or they) are doing. Phones should function like a good PA. The technology is there.

It couldn't be easier, IMO. I browse the workshop, I like a mod, I pres _one button_ and shazam! Next time I'm in game, the mod is active. I try and don't like, press _one button_ and bahoogle! It's gone. I'm trademarking bahoogle, BTW.

ROFL. No truer love exists than a man for his leveled units.

As an agonistic, I do not believe that science and divine work need to be exclusive. Without wishing to specify your beliefs, I think you mean 'agnostic'.

I enjoy the Anita Blake books (mostly), but I fail to see what on Earth they have to do with outbreaks.

Sounds like you should read a bit of Conan Doyle.

Actually, thinking about it, bugs wise is Mecca much worse than the London Underground?

Oh ew.

I rmember why I got the creeps. You know how conspiracy mad the Mideast is. How do you think certain sections will react if a virus hits Mecca? It doesn't matter how many bugs normally go the rounds. If the media and hate figures banjo it up...

Woodcut porn.

Er... OK. Anyone?

Careful there, Ros. Studying rare books leads to elder gods. Fact.

Sure, why not. When I'm finished with the book I could write a little review of it with some of the most interesting passages and quotes translated into English. Spoken, quite literally, like a scholar and a gentleman.