Okay, that one is a classic. If I were being kind to myself, I’d have said I was the guy dressed as something from Star Wars who was really the blue-eyed Elf who wanted to have grey eyes; but in reality, I was almost certainly the guy in the other room with the annoying voice who had all the great equipment but who wasn’t there because he was getting drunk because that’s better than just standing around, being awkward.
Yes and I was almost always the GM, pulling his hair out at Mr Saturday killing yet another character central to the plot…..Oh how I used to love our RPG weekends.
Okay, that one is a classic. If I were being kind to myself, I’d have said I was the guy dressed as something from Star Wars who was really the blue-eyed Elf who wanted to have grey eyes; but in reality, I was almost certainly the guy in the other room with the annoying voice who had all the great equipment but who wasn’t there because he was getting drunk because that’s better than just standing around, being awkward.
Yeah. Good times.
Murray @ Midnight
Yes and I was almost always the GM, pulling his hair out at Mr Saturday killing yet another character central to the plot…..Oh how I used to love our RPG weekends.