Feb 21, 2008 00:09
Now I've never been a fan of organized religions (and very few of them would like me as I am anyway...), but I seem to be trapped in a very large, invisible cathedral. Now it's not terribly surprising that I bump into a Jesuit here or there while working at one of their universities. Getting blessed while providing dinner for a community of Jesuits three (four now?) nights a week isn't a surprise either. But one of my most reliable board gaming friends is the head minister of a Baptist Church, and an editor for a national magazine I read faithfully is the deacon for the same church. Upstanding gents, both.
But when you're playing a game of Classic Traveller as a Vargr supercargo, and all of a sudden the new Vargr Merc chews you out and sends you running into the corner of the hold literally with your tail between your legs, only to discover he's played by the Sexton of what is without doubt the most famous church building in all the thirteen British colonies, you start to wonder.
And yes, the truly amazing thing is someone is still playing Classic Traveller. Everything else is obviously guided by a higher power.