Due to a genuine misunderstanding and some cross wires on our first ever gaming session I packed a .65 calibre elephant gun on a trip to Norway, leading to two things:
- Recurring jokes about the rare and graceful 'Alpine Elephant of the fjords, leaping nimbly from rocky crag to rocky crag, it's dainty feet leaving no impression on the virgin snows.'
- A long and succesful career, or as it is otherwise known, descent into madness.
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For getting people scared you absolutely have to move to an unfamiliar location for the session. An old shack out in the woods is good, but please remember not to read aloud from your deluxe player handouts of the Book of the Dead.