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inlovewithwords) wrote2013-02-10 11:43 pm
inlovewithwords) wrote2013-02-10 11:43 pm
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One day I'll complete a thought at one go.
So a friend turned up spontaneously earlier, so it and Roommate B are hanging out, while my new and adored JRPG idles. I did finish the plot—and oh god late last night I had a complete freak out. Stupid reason, really, and a lot of spoilers for the game, so I’ll just leave it for another day. I’m sure it’ll happen eventually.
(Let’s just say that I was wandering along playing the game, loving it, loving the way the scenes were unfolding—and then heard one word, did a knee-jerk, got a backstory, and had a minor breakdown.)
Instead, some more on The Laundry Files Campaign! I should have mentioned that it’s a BRP system—chosen because that is the system used for Call of Cthulhu, of course. B (my roommate) loves talking about the ways in which it is broken. He likes tabletop systems and analyzing them a lot. Listening to his rants is just great.
Anyway, the basic scenario is ‘these newbies are assigned to a committee.’ The committee is investigating the disappearance of an artifact from the Archive. Now, understand that the Archive is guarded by zombies 24/7/365.25 and there is doubtless many a gaes providing torturous repercussion for anyone who tries to see something they don’t have clearance for. Something disappearing almost certainly guarantees infiltration by cultists.
And yet, this artifact got stolen some four years pre-game and no one bothered to look into it. Needless to say the party is somewhat suspicious of all this, although they failed to properly communicate this suspicion. (This is party my fault for playing a character who is more close-mouthed than first appearance would suggest.)
And oh right, did I mention that everyone is incredibly unhelpful and no one takes the newbies seriously—and it means that almost nothing is getting done. Though, again, that’s kind of our fault.
Crap, it’s almost midnight, and I’m feeling too dizzy to do the housecleaning K promised. I’ll leave this story for an on-going thing, then. I am off to take refuge in sleep.
(Let’s just say that I was wandering along playing the game, loving it, loving the way the scenes were unfolding—and then heard one word, did a knee-jerk, got a backstory, and had a minor breakdown.)
Instead, some more on The Laundry Files Campaign! I should have mentioned that it’s a BRP system—chosen because that is the system used for Call of Cthulhu, of course. B (my roommate) loves talking about the ways in which it is broken. He likes tabletop systems and analyzing them a lot. Listening to his rants is just great.
Anyway, the basic scenario is ‘these newbies are assigned to a committee.’ The committee is investigating the disappearance of an artifact from the Archive. Now, understand that the Archive is guarded by zombies 24/7/365.25 and there is doubtless many a gaes providing torturous repercussion for anyone who tries to see something they don’t have clearance for. Something disappearing almost certainly guarantees infiltration by cultists.
And yet, this artifact got stolen some four years pre-game and no one bothered to look into it. Needless to say the party is somewhat suspicious of all this, although they failed to properly communicate this suspicion. (This is party my fault for playing a character who is more close-mouthed than first appearance would suggest.)
And oh right, did I mention that everyone is incredibly unhelpful and no one takes the newbies seriously—and it means that almost nothing is getting done. Though, again, that’s kind of our fault.
Crap, it’s almost midnight, and I’m feeling too dizzy to do the housecleaning K promised. I’ll leave this story for an on-going thing, then. I am off to take refuge in sleep.