What Do You Mean There Are No Dragons?
Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:24 am
((Owen Rothschild))
It was game night at Owen's again, and he had about thirty minutes to get set up. He already had most of his ideas for the night's adventure figured out, and the rest would rely on clever ass pulls, but he had bigger things to deal with before his players arrived. Gamer fuel. A good game session was three parts roleplaying, two parts processed snack foods, and one part caffeine abuse. It took him a bit to get everybody's tastes down, but he managed pretty well. Cheetos were always good, Funyuns, that cheddar flavored Chex Mix, anything with that cheese powder that sticks to the fingers really, along with a mini-fridge full of carbonated goodness. This game session he managed to come across a little of that new energy drink marketed at D&D geeks, in both Mana and Health varieties. Same basic concept as the five-hour one, but infinitely cooler, especially in those little bottle. Quaffing a bottle of sour blue yummy was much more awesome than drinking that silly yuppie thing. The apple was nice too. It was great on those really groggy days. Owen planned on taking a case or two on the class trip so that he could ride on an endless caffeine buzz. It was going to be a good time.
He thoughtfully chewed a wad of Bazooka as he started setting up his DM zone, which consisted of a few reference books, his dice, and the notebook he'd been using to write down his plot ideas, all hidden behind a low divider. He didn't mind them seeing him looking up an HP Value or stats on an artifact, but he liked to keep his dice private. It wasn't unheard of for a DM to cheat on occasion to keep the party from being eaten by zombies, or whatever the villain of the week was. Interestingly enough, he had never actually used a dragon in his game, or played with anybody that used them. Dungeons were everywhere but not so much with the dragons.
Maybe in the next session, he said to himself as he spit out the flavourless piece of pink goo, opening a bag of Sour Patch Kids with a smile. Owen didn't actually care much for Bazooka, and he had better gum in his satchel at the moment. He really just liked the little comic they gave you with the gum. He looked at his watch and nibbled a green one. He was expecting somebody a little before game time so he could acquaint him with the game. He'd already helped him make a character suited to his tastes, basic, but still fun. Once he got there they'd go over some of the finer points of the game...or maybe just play Wii baseball. He could always learn as he went, since Owen's game sessions sometimes ran a little long and they would take at least on ten minute break where he could answer questions.
Owen heard the doorbell and knew that his players were arriving. This would be the first session in a new campaign, but he'd played with most of the people that would be there, so he wasn't too worried about it. He popped a piece of Bubble Yum in his mouth, padded across the forest green tile, and started up the stairs. The bell rang again when he was about halfway up. "I'm coming!"
He reached the top and dashed toward the door, twisting the knob and smiling at the person on the other side. "Hey there. You're right on time. I just finished setting up The Lair."
It was game night at Owen's again, and he had about thirty minutes to get set up. He already had most of his ideas for the night's adventure figured out, and the rest would rely on clever ass pulls, but he had bigger things to deal with before his players arrived. Gamer fuel. A good game session was three parts roleplaying, two parts processed snack foods, and one part caffeine abuse. It took him a bit to get everybody's tastes down, but he managed pretty well. Cheetos were always good, Funyuns, that cheddar flavored Chex Mix, anything with that cheese powder that sticks to the fingers really, along with a mini-fridge full of carbonated goodness. This game session he managed to come across a little of that new energy drink marketed at D&D geeks, in both Mana and Health varieties. Same basic concept as the five-hour one, but infinitely cooler, especially in those little bottle. Quaffing a bottle of sour blue yummy was much more awesome than drinking that silly yuppie thing. The apple was nice too. It was great on those really groggy days. Owen planned on taking a case or two on the class trip so that he could ride on an endless caffeine buzz. It was going to be a good time.
He thoughtfully chewed a wad of Bazooka as he started setting up his DM zone, which consisted of a few reference books, his dice, and the notebook he'd been using to write down his plot ideas, all hidden behind a low divider. He didn't mind them seeing him looking up an HP Value or stats on an artifact, but he liked to keep his dice private. It wasn't unheard of for a DM to cheat on occasion to keep the party from being eaten by zombies, or whatever the villain of the week was. Interestingly enough, he had never actually used a dragon in his game, or played with anybody that used them. Dungeons were everywhere but not so much with the dragons.
Maybe in the next session, he said to himself as he spit out the flavourless piece of pink goo, opening a bag of Sour Patch Kids with a smile. Owen didn't actually care much for Bazooka, and he had better gum in his satchel at the moment. He really just liked the little comic they gave you with the gum. He looked at his watch and nibbled a green one. He was expecting somebody a little before game time so he could acquaint him with the game. He'd already helped him make a character suited to his tastes, basic, but still fun. Once he got there they'd go over some of the finer points of the game...or maybe just play Wii baseball. He could always learn as he went, since Owen's game sessions sometimes ran a little long and they would take at least on ten minute break where he could answer questions.
Owen heard the doorbell and knew that his players were arriving. This would be the first session in a new campaign, but he'd played with most of the people that would be there, so he wasn't too worried about it. He popped a piece of Bubble Yum in his mouth, padded across the forest green tile, and started up the stairs. The bell rang again when he was about halfway up. "I'm coming!"
He reached the top and dashed toward the door, twisting the knob and smiling at the person on the other side. "Hey there. You're right on time. I just finished setting up The Lair."