Post by settembrini on Jun 6, 2009 12:30:56 GMT -6
As a preparation for my after-lunch-nap, I perused FO!
Calithena was scheduled to come along, and we met him, his wife and his two favorite players when they arrived on the wide concrete parking lot next to the sky scrapers. They came in two cars, Cali & Wife in a neon-green DeLorean, and his fav players in a mauve Lamborghini, that Cali said was the vehicle for an utterly tasteless entry, especially as they only like Lamborghini Countaches since seeing "Cannonball Run". An abysmal movie, Cali explained to me.
Then we hopped on the coaches to the forest, where we would play the game he DMed. It was quite railroady, and it was a bit of a bore. It became clear why: His wife and her best firend (looked like Frarah Fawcett) had "older characters" they insisted on playing. They busted into the scene, with lazers shooting from their eyes, they also had capes, killed everyone in the tavern we had hung out so far. Then we had to tug along for what turned out to be another episode in their epic campaign. When someone from my crew asked Cali what the hell he was thinking, he explained to us the different levels of railroading, the sanctimony of marriage, the difference betweeen superheroes and super-heroes and how he is forced to only DM this one campaign arc by social inertia.
Calithena was brightening up and was eagerly looking forward to being a player for the second half of the day under a different DM.
For the second session, we took the elevators to the restaurant/conference level of the huge skyscraper nearby. Someone from my crew had prepared a huge conference/Larp/ Braunstein extravaganza and we started assuming our roles, and walking from room to room, talking to different people. I for one found a room were totally new Army-Uniforms were stockpiled, with a different cut, but form the official cloth & camo scheme. I started investigating, when I heard the cries! "A tiny robot! It´s threatening us!"
I ran towards the others, and the people had gathered in a corner, a tiny remote controlled Dalek making threats against them. Naturally he wanted the uniforms. That made too much sense for me, and I grew suspicious. I shouted "I´ll get him, I know all their weaknesses!", as I jumped onto him and grabed his tiny eyestalk.
I yanked at the mini-eyestalk, and the Dalek was halved. The other half ran away and called for reniforcements. Soon, countless full-size Daleks were swarming the building. They used a new tactic, and remained silent while floating around to exterminate everyone. I took Cali and some others down the emergency stairs. We ran for minutes throgh a concrete labyrinth, with every corner and every intersection being a life-and-death decision point. I thought this is way more nerve wracking than a dungeon module, and gained deeper insight into Sandy Petersen, Computer games and how to write the perfect module (but not game), I immedeately forgot the idea I had.
We found a special door and went through it. We were safe. We happened to be in a valley, in black and white comic style. I looked at Calithena and he actually looked like Felix the Cat, but way more educated. He announced with a loud booming voice that 70ies gaming never was about either Dragons, nor Heroes, so the Red Box cover is a deadly sin. No single object or entity should be elevated or be the frame of reference, only Architecture, Arcitecture, ARCHITECTURE! (this was a somewhat melodic speech). With the last ARCHITECTURE! the cartoon mointains were opened for a cut-away that kept a weird perspective 3D quality to it. Layers upon layers of Zikkurat-levels were piled upon each other (connected via vertical rope-bridges), and the viewpoint changed too, so that everything was relative, ARCHITECTURE! was everywhere, and only our interest defined what gained importance and what not.
I awoke, full of sweat.
No bullshirt, I immedeately sat down and wrote what I dreamed today. Just wanted to share.
Calithena was scheduled to come along, and we met him, his wife and his two favorite players when they arrived on the wide concrete parking lot next to the sky scrapers. They came in two cars, Cali & Wife in a neon-green DeLorean, and his fav players in a mauve Lamborghini, that Cali said was the vehicle for an utterly tasteless entry, especially as they only like Lamborghini Countaches since seeing "Cannonball Run". An abysmal movie, Cali explained to me.
Then we hopped on the coaches to the forest, where we would play the game he DMed. It was quite railroady, and it was a bit of a bore. It became clear why: His wife and her best firend (looked like Frarah Fawcett) had "older characters" they insisted on playing. They busted into the scene, with lazers shooting from their eyes, they also had capes, killed everyone in the tavern we had hung out so far. Then we had to tug along for what turned out to be another episode in their epic campaign. When someone from my crew asked Cali what the hell he was thinking, he explained to us the different levels of railroading, the sanctimony of marriage, the difference betweeen superheroes and super-heroes and how he is forced to only DM this one campaign arc by social inertia.
Calithena was brightening up and was eagerly looking forward to being a player for the second half of the day under a different DM.
For the second session, we took the elevators to the restaurant/conference level of the huge skyscraper nearby. Someone from my crew had prepared a huge conference/Larp/ Braunstein extravaganza and we started assuming our roles, and walking from room to room, talking to different people. I for one found a room were totally new Army-Uniforms were stockpiled, with a different cut, but form the official cloth & camo scheme. I started investigating, when I heard the cries! "A tiny robot! It´s threatening us!"
I ran towards the others, and the people had gathered in a corner, a tiny remote controlled Dalek making threats against them. Naturally he wanted the uniforms. That made too much sense for me, and I grew suspicious. I shouted "I´ll get him, I know all their weaknesses!", as I jumped onto him and grabed his tiny eyestalk.
I yanked at the mini-eyestalk, and the Dalek was halved. The other half ran away and called for reniforcements. Soon, countless full-size Daleks were swarming the building. They used a new tactic, and remained silent while floating around to exterminate everyone. I took Cali and some others down the emergency stairs. We ran for minutes throgh a concrete labyrinth, with every corner and every intersection being a life-and-death decision point. I thought this is way more nerve wracking than a dungeon module, and gained deeper insight into Sandy Petersen, Computer games and how to write the perfect module (but not game), I immedeately forgot the idea I had.
We found a special door and went through it. We were safe. We happened to be in a valley, in black and white comic style. I looked at Calithena and he actually looked like Felix the Cat, but way more educated. He announced with a loud booming voice that 70ies gaming never was about either Dragons, nor Heroes, so the Red Box cover is a deadly sin. No single object or entity should be elevated or be the frame of reference, only Architecture, Arcitecture, ARCHITECTURE! (this was a somewhat melodic speech). With the last ARCHITECTURE! the cartoon mointains were opened for a cut-away that kept a weird perspective 3D quality to it. Layers upon layers of Zikkurat-levels were piled upon each other (connected via vertical rope-bridges), and the viewpoint changed too, so that everything was relative, ARCHITECTURE! was everywhere, and only our interest defined what gained importance and what not.
I awoke, full of sweat.
No bullshirt, I immedeately sat down and wrote what I dreamed today. Just wanted to share.
