Gaming and misc insanity.
Woo... what a day. What a weekend. Stuff rocked. Had thursday-monday night off, (well, I still have all day tomorrow to sleep) and generally did shit. Wednesday night I came home, fell into bed, and slept till thursday night... and generally tooled around for the day thursday and friday. Saturday, too. Did some cleaning, caught up with my washing, hung out online and caught up with folks... all sortsa fun little stuff. Caught up with a few folks I hadn't seen around for some considerable time. And yeah... I even vacuumed! *fear* Saturday night Bingo showed up, sorta 6ish, and we hung out for a bit... talked about Serenia, and politics in the roleplaying group, and life in general, as we do. Tag-teamed on irc, and had one of the most fun evenings I can remember for quite some time... dunno if it was something in the air or what, but everyone was crazyhyperbouncy and it was fun again. Sao went nutsoid, and me an' Bingo joined in to freak out the #feathers crowd at large... *grin* I'm still notta damn doodle, either. That went on for some time, with me an' bingo munching on pizzas from pizzacapers.com - the antipasto and the new orleans, with a pair of olive breads on the side. Pure perfection. Stewart introduced me to the joint a few days before he left town, and I'm addicted... pizza as it's /supposed/ to be. Fetta cheese and bacon and olives and all the other good shit.... perfection. Pure perfection. Pricy (dinner was $50), but well worth it... *drooooool* That, washed down with icecream and sprite when our guts had settled, was dinner :) Anyways, said insanity continued for quite a while, before I took things that one little step too far and killed the convo, then Sao had assorted other things go bad, and that messed up that channel for the evening... what triggered my previous entry, btw.
But shortly after that #ozfurs started pumping again... pure insanity, like it hasn't been for months. Might even be a year or so since I had so much fun there... the pony was hiding under her bed, Ant was molesting Arkem, Bingo was being clueless, Stephen was throwing in his odd line... pure insanity. Pure fun. Haven't laughed so hard for ages... and that kept up for a good two hours. Bliss. And all the better coz me an' bingo were sharing a keyboard, and could do the rl banter to go with.
Anyways, when that collapsed we hung out for a while longer, watching mtv's dance show... some decent tunes, some crap, but not too bad, overall... and bingo crashed out around 1. Gaming was today, so we agreed to get up earlyish, head in to Fenelon's, and game on, although bingo had to make a stopoff for his dice and such. We both set alarm clocks, and he hit the sack. I stayed up an hour or two more before deciding to hit the sack, but got distracted by the Privateer cd, and ended up finally crashing around 630, for an 8am start.
Woke up when my alarm went off; killed it, rolled over, and woke up again at 930; game starts at 10 (well, in theory - usually we start 1030ish). Did the hurrybolt out the front door, Bingo dropped me at milton station, and I went on in while he fetched his dice and character sheets from his place and returned.
Session was pretty cool - the party politics finally came to a head, if you can call it that, when fenelon basically put the foot down for all and sundry (including himself) to cut out the smut, do some serious roleplaying, and generally game, instead of hang out... along with a warning that he didn't want any rules arguments and the like, aimed loosely at Darryn, although I certainly come under the same aegis at times. Difference being, he always seems to argue for the point that will be the most /against/ the party succeeding. Annoys the crap outta me, and the others, but he was pretty good this session, so he musta taken it to heart. Whyrl missed the session, being snowed under with uni work as he is, worse luck, so it was just me, bingo, ken, darryn, kelvin and fenelon... and it worked.
We started off where we'd arrived; somehow we'd been transported into the Starship Troopers universe in the previous session (don't ask), and when we picked up we were boarding a dropship with the infanty that had saved our asses from the Bug welcoming party. Needless to say, we ended up going /into/ enemy territory, and the dropship had... an accident. A lot of turbulence, a short, sharp stop, and a lot of pain. Me and Darryn both had shonky seatbelts, and got thrown out of our seats... he caught himself on the trooper beside him's arm, dislocating it, but I went hurtling towards the pilot... can we spell mince, boys and girls? Saved myself with a well-timed Web spell, just in time for a power-armour clad trooper to slam into me. Fun! Kept me alive, and the ship from crashing while pilotless (as it would have been if I'd pulped him.. and I woulda been just as pulped). The ship continued taking damage from airborne bugs, and eventually we crashlanded for real... and the same thing happened, again. Ken (a minotaur) was in the cargo bay with an exo-suit (think the loader from Aliens) when he got thrown toward the cockpit... luckily he shut the door behind him, so the mech didn't fly through the cabin to crash through me and smash the pilot, but I still had a couple of troopers slam into my webbing (missing me, thank christ) before Ken came plummeting towards me... another web got erected in the nick of time, though, and I only took another four points of damage or so as the minotaur bodyslammed me - the web absorbed enough of it to keep me alive (again). Useful spell, huh?
Crashed on the planet surface, we cut ourselves free, while Kelvin (a gun-obsessed dwarf) helped himself to a discarded pulse rifle and rockets... Bingo took to the gunner's nest, helping the gunner keep the bug hordes away, while we all got ready to make a break for it. Blew a hole in the side of the ship, went to run... and noticed the 80-odd bugs charging towards us. The gunnery turret and the marines' pulse rifles kept em at bay, and thinned the numbers considerably (I threw in an ice storm or two, just to help) and Kelvin discovered the joy of fully-automatic weaponry and explosives. Booo-yah! In the meantime, the giant beetle from the movie - the one with the plasma-cannon ass and flamethrower breath - decided to eat the turret. And did so, just as it ran outta ammo. Bingo and the gunner came scrambling down to us, screaming about the 'big bug', and stupid me turned around to see what was coming... and was just close enough to be fried. Bigtime. I was three feet too close, and got my ass char-grilled to perfection... turns out the silver bodysuit I picked up a while back is quite fireproof, (-1 off all dice of fire damage, then half, rounded down... if you get a save, it's taken down to a quarter) and - totally by fluke - I ended up on one hitpoint. Happyfun! Kelvin stopped to try to hurt the bug, as did Ken, while everyone else pissbolted towards the little bugs... if a 10hd critter can ever be called little :)
Kelvin's pulse rifle did nothing, and neither did his warhammer, so he was about to fire a rocket when Ken decided to charge the beastie. And got caught and gnawed on - although he did do some respectable damage. A minotaur with 20+ str can hurt things a lot, if he tries. Got spat out again, though, in another flamethrower-belch, when his armour electrocuted the insides of the bug's mouth. We're all running like hell at this point, kelvin turns to run, and the warrior ants we dealt with back on our home planet appeared; forty-odd of em, attacking the bugs, which left only a third for us to deal with. And the flamebug, which started tunnelling away. Then Ken got stupid. And charged the burnybug. Did some nice damage, slipped, and fell, head-first, into the bug's ass. Well, not his ass per se, but rammed his head through the bug's hide and into the superheated plasma sack that makes the bug so much fun. DM ruled the ooze only exploded on contact with oxygen, but with it in his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, ect, ken had two choices - suffocate on plasma, or pull his head out, and have the plasma stuck on (and in) his head explode. On the plus side, the explosion would detonate the bugass, and kill it too. Much fun was had there, of course... and when the head was removed, one of the more spectacular deaths in party history took place. Minotaur and bug-guts everywhere... and yes, Ken /deliberately/ suicided, because he was sick of the character. He went out with a bang...
We caught up with the fleeing marines, who'd taken out three of the 13 bugs uninvolved in the fight with the ants, and lost two troops doing so, leaving four (including the Lieutenant and a cool dude from earlier, armed with a katana) and us. Myself still being on one hp, I took the center while everyone else fanned out, forming a circle while the bugs advanced. Darryn took out a wounded bug the first round, and the marines took out one bug between them, while Kelvin dinted his bug a little and I cast protection spells... Bingo got nailed to negative hp, which left four bugs on Kelvin, two on Darryn, and two on the marines. A well-placed lightning bolt from yours truly messed up three of Kelvin's four, which he followed up with a point-blank rocket (aimed far enough away to catch the bugs in the blast, but not the party, although he ended up wearing it as well) which raped all three of the injured bugs down to single digit hp, while the marines killed another bug and lost a trooper, and darryn fought delaying action. Next round I cast burning hands on the single-digit bugs, toasting two and leaving one on 1hp (bastard!) which Kelvin finished. The marines took out another, loosing another trooper, and our katana-weilding friend ran out of ammo and proceeded to dice a bug into small chunks; leaving one bug on Kelvin and one on Darryn, which died in the next round as we poured all our firepower into them. Needless to say, after that, we felt kinda jubilant... until we saw the next wave of bugs on the horizon. The ants had left; they had wiped out the remained of the first wave of bugs, but at the cost of over half their number. Ken's new character, a shaman, 'ported in, and blamed us for him being brought there, the dropship arrived to pick us up, and we ran back to fetch Kim's stasis-pod from the dropship wreckage before we left - and the marines, who were by this point in awe of my l33t magic skillz, dropped their jaws when I levitated it for em :) The dropship carpet-bombed the horde into submission before landing to pick us up, btw :)
At this point, we actually started roleplaying... and we did it well. Collapsing bonelessly into the dropship, the adrenaline high wore off, leaving us all exhausted, shaky, and... well, drunk :) Kelvin got a little too raucous, so they hooked him up to morphine, and I rambled with him about how we needed to get pissed out of our nuts when we got to base. Getting progreesively more slurred as we did so. Got back to base, staggered out of the ship, and after harrassing the Lieutenant for a while, he told us who sold illegal hooch on base. With exaggerated caution (ie, stopping every ten meters to yell 'be very quiet, we're lookin. for shargen jonessss... sharg hoooones...') we swapped a gem for two bottles of... something, rapidly dubbed 'varven spirits' coz all we could make out of the label was that it started with 'v'. We returned to our buddy the Lieutenant, and asked for a place to sleep... and in disgust, he frogmarched us to a room, and locked us in. I cast Knock (open spell) on the door straight away, so that the air could flow... because 'tha lil barshtard farsh too damn mush', frying the lock... which we pissed on, because it looked like it was on fire. Hey, it made sense at the time. Then we curled up with our bottles, the stuff knocking me out on first smell... natural one on the con check! Yay! I'm a two-pot screamer! and everyone else succumbing rather rapidly as well, except Ken, who refused to drink for religious reasons, and Kelvin, who was a dwarf - +13 on con checks :) When Kelvin passed out, Ken explored our stuff and confiscated our bottles, and shortly thereafter the psychic troops arrived to debrief us... and found us all passed out except Ken, who was in a trance communing with the spirits. And not the 'varven ones, either :) Woke up the next morning with headaches, cleaned ourselves up, and the pyschic dudes came back, in full powerarmour and with rifles at the ready, to 'escort' us to a debriefing. We took great pleasure in the busted door not working, and the fact they stood in a puddle of piss when they entered, and then Kelvin gave them whatfor for stealing our stuff and being assholes, ect, unfazed by the gunmuzzle in his face, and I amused myself by casting the 'open' cantrip on the head grunt's facemask, because he should look at us when he speaks.. took three castings before he gave up on closing it :) Eventually we beat them down into taking us to see the Lieutenant, who was in the brig, whipped, for his part in bringing us to base, which we took even /more/ umbrage to, and insisted he come with us to see the boss... /after/ Kelvin healed his welts, to even more awe from the peons. I should mention our new warcry, too... 'Fire in the hole!!' - none of us have any clue what it means, but it sounds cool, and we adopted it.. so we screamed it every now and then, and I'd cast flame cantrips when we did... playing on the whole 'unknown power' thing :) We got dragged in to see the bossman, a psychic with the SS boots, and the long black duster... which we all immediately liked (the coat, that is), and started discussing his fashion sense, ignoring him completely. After a couple of false starts, he tried to use mind-control to make us all sit down and be quiet... which he succeeded with, for everyone but me. After I won the staredown (Sit! Get out of my mind! Sit! Get out of my mind! - with Kelvin standing up and sitting down again every time he said 'sit' just to be annoying while still obeying mental commands), he got a trooper to try to force me into my seat... so I electrocuted his armour with Shocking Grasp, destroying the circuitry and effectively paralysing him... without even turning around. Then opened his visor with a cantrip when he started having trouble breathing. As he put it when he caught his breath - 'Shit, the recycling systems are dead, too..' And then I laid down the law to mr bigshot... and did a damn good job of it. Told him what had happened, with absolutely no respect for him or his men... sheer arrogance. Almost emperor quality. Once he'd given in, and released his mind control on the others, I briefed him further, still blaming him for everything and rubbing his nose into the metaphorical dogshit wherever possible, with Kelvin's help, and he 'requested' that we stay and train with his crack troops a while to teach them magic and such - or at least show it to em - (Yay! We finally get to go up levels! And Bingo learns to drive, and Kelvin learns to shoot!) before being 'recruited' for a new mission, once we were rested... under our friend the Lieutenant (His 'punishment' for saving our asses earlier), to go and either kill or negotiate a treaty with the ant queen. Thus ended the session... funfunfun!!
Anyways, after that me an' bingo came back to my place to eat the leftover pizza, he hung out online while I watched a Brosnan Bond flick, too damn tired to actually talk much. He left 9ish, and I started typing... and that's my weekend to date. Tired as all hell, and pondering sleep... but we'll see if I actually do or not :)
But shortly after that #ozfurs started pumping again... pure insanity, like it hasn't been for months. Might even be a year or so since I had so much fun there... the pony was hiding under her bed, Ant was molesting Arkem, Bingo was being clueless, Stephen was throwing in his odd line... pure insanity. Pure fun. Haven't laughed so hard for ages... and that kept up for a good two hours. Bliss. And all the better coz me an' bingo were sharing a keyboard, and could do the rl banter to go with.
Anyways, when that collapsed we hung out for a while longer, watching mtv's dance show... some decent tunes, some crap, but not too bad, overall... and bingo crashed out around 1. Gaming was today, so we agreed to get up earlyish, head in to Fenelon's, and game on, although bingo had to make a stopoff for his dice and such. We both set alarm clocks, and he hit the sack. I stayed up an hour or two more before deciding to hit the sack, but got distracted by the Privateer cd, and ended up finally crashing around 630, for an 8am start.
Woke up when my alarm went off; killed it, rolled over, and woke up again at 930; game starts at 10 (well, in theory - usually we start 1030ish). Did the hurrybolt out the front door, Bingo dropped me at milton station, and I went on in while he fetched his dice and character sheets from his place and returned.
Session was pretty cool - the party politics finally came to a head, if you can call it that, when fenelon basically put the foot down for all and sundry (including himself) to cut out the smut, do some serious roleplaying, and generally game, instead of hang out... along with a warning that he didn't want any rules arguments and the like, aimed loosely at Darryn, although I certainly come under the same aegis at times. Difference being, he always seems to argue for the point that will be the most /against/ the party succeeding. Annoys the crap outta me, and the others, but he was pretty good this session, so he musta taken it to heart. Whyrl missed the session, being snowed under with uni work as he is, worse luck, so it was just me, bingo, ken, darryn, kelvin and fenelon... and it worked.
We started off where we'd arrived; somehow we'd been transported into the Starship Troopers universe in the previous session (don't ask), and when we picked up we were boarding a dropship with the infanty that had saved our asses from the Bug welcoming party. Needless to say, we ended up going /into/ enemy territory, and the dropship had... an accident. A lot of turbulence, a short, sharp stop, and a lot of pain. Me and Darryn both had shonky seatbelts, and got thrown out of our seats... he caught himself on the trooper beside him's arm, dislocating it, but I went hurtling towards the pilot... can we spell mince, boys and girls? Saved myself with a well-timed Web spell, just in time for a power-armour clad trooper to slam into me. Fun! Kept me alive, and the ship from crashing while pilotless (as it would have been if I'd pulped him.. and I woulda been just as pulped). The ship continued taking damage from airborne bugs, and eventually we crashlanded for real... and the same thing happened, again. Ken (a minotaur) was in the cargo bay with an exo-suit (think the loader from Aliens) when he got thrown toward the cockpit... luckily he shut the door behind him, so the mech didn't fly through the cabin to crash through me and smash the pilot, but I still had a couple of troopers slam into my webbing (missing me, thank christ) before Ken came plummeting towards me... another web got erected in the nick of time, though, and I only took another four points of damage or so as the minotaur bodyslammed me - the web absorbed enough of it to keep me alive (again). Useful spell, huh?
Crashed on the planet surface, we cut ourselves free, while Kelvin (a gun-obsessed dwarf) helped himself to a discarded pulse rifle and rockets... Bingo took to the gunner's nest, helping the gunner keep the bug hordes away, while we all got ready to make a break for it. Blew a hole in the side of the ship, went to run... and noticed the 80-odd bugs charging towards us. The gunnery turret and the marines' pulse rifles kept em at bay, and thinned the numbers considerably (I threw in an ice storm or two, just to help) and Kelvin discovered the joy of fully-automatic weaponry and explosives. Booo-yah! In the meantime, the giant beetle from the movie - the one with the plasma-cannon ass and flamethrower breath - decided to eat the turret. And did so, just as it ran outta ammo. Bingo and the gunner came scrambling down to us, screaming about the 'big bug', and stupid me turned around to see what was coming... and was just close enough to be fried. Bigtime. I was three feet too close, and got my ass char-grilled to perfection... turns out the silver bodysuit I picked up a while back is quite fireproof, (-1 off all dice of fire damage, then half, rounded down... if you get a save, it's taken down to a quarter) and - totally by fluke - I ended up on one hitpoint. Happyfun! Kelvin stopped to try to hurt the bug, as did Ken, while everyone else pissbolted towards the little bugs... if a 10hd critter can ever be called little :)
Kelvin's pulse rifle did nothing, and neither did his warhammer, so he was about to fire a rocket when Ken decided to charge the beastie. And got caught and gnawed on - although he did do some respectable damage. A minotaur with 20+ str can hurt things a lot, if he tries. Got spat out again, though, in another flamethrower-belch, when his armour electrocuted the insides of the bug's mouth. We're all running like hell at this point, kelvin turns to run, and the warrior ants we dealt with back on our home planet appeared; forty-odd of em, attacking the bugs, which left only a third for us to deal with. And the flamebug, which started tunnelling away. Then Ken got stupid. And charged the burnybug. Did some nice damage, slipped, and fell, head-first, into the bug's ass. Well, not his ass per se, but rammed his head through the bug's hide and into the superheated plasma sack that makes the bug so much fun. DM ruled the ooze only exploded on contact with oxygen, but with it in his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, ect, ken had two choices - suffocate on plasma, or pull his head out, and have the plasma stuck on (and in) his head explode. On the plus side, the explosion would detonate the bugass, and kill it too. Much fun was had there, of course... and when the head was removed, one of the more spectacular deaths in party history took place. Minotaur and bug-guts everywhere... and yes, Ken /deliberately/ suicided, because he was sick of the character. He went out with a bang...
We caught up with the fleeing marines, who'd taken out three of the 13 bugs uninvolved in the fight with the ants, and lost two troops doing so, leaving four (including the Lieutenant and a cool dude from earlier, armed with a katana) and us. Myself still being on one hp, I took the center while everyone else fanned out, forming a circle while the bugs advanced. Darryn took out a wounded bug the first round, and the marines took out one bug between them, while Kelvin dinted his bug a little and I cast protection spells... Bingo got nailed to negative hp, which left four bugs on Kelvin, two on Darryn, and two on the marines. A well-placed lightning bolt from yours truly messed up three of Kelvin's four, which he followed up with a point-blank rocket (aimed far enough away to catch the bugs in the blast, but not the party, although he ended up wearing it as well) which raped all three of the injured bugs down to single digit hp, while the marines killed another bug and lost a trooper, and darryn fought delaying action. Next round I cast burning hands on the single-digit bugs, toasting two and leaving one on 1hp (bastard!) which Kelvin finished. The marines took out another, loosing another trooper, and our katana-weilding friend ran out of ammo and proceeded to dice a bug into small chunks; leaving one bug on Kelvin and one on Darryn, which died in the next round as we poured all our firepower into them. Needless to say, after that, we felt kinda jubilant... until we saw the next wave of bugs on the horizon. The ants had left; they had wiped out the remained of the first wave of bugs, but at the cost of over half their number. Ken's new character, a shaman, 'ported in, and blamed us for him being brought there, the dropship arrived to pick us up, and we ran back to fetch Kim's stasis-pod from the dropship wreckage before we left - and the marines, who were by this point in awe of my l33t magic skillz, dropped their jaws when I levitated it for em :) The dropship carpet-bombed the horde into submission before landing to pick us up, btw :)
At this point, we actually started roleplaying... and we did it well. Collapsing bonelessly into the dropship, the adrenaline high wore off, leaving us all exhausted, shaky, and... well, drunk :) Kelvin got a little too raucous, so they hooked him up to morphine, and I rambled with him about how we needed to get pissed out of our nuts when we got to base. Getting progreesively more slurred as we did so. Got back to base, staggered out of the ship, and after harrassing the Lieutenant for a while, he told us who sold illegal hooch on base. With exaggerated caution (ie, stopping every ten meters to yell 'be very quiet, we're lookin. for shargen jonessss... sharg hoooones...') we swapped a gem for two bottles of... something, rapidly dubbed 'varven spirits' coz all we could make out of the label was that it started with 'v'. We returned to our buddy the Lieutenant, and asked for a place to sleep... and in disgust, he frogmarched us to a room, and locked us in. I cast Knock (open spell) on the door straight away, so that the air could flow... because 'tha lil barshtard farsh too damn mush', frying the lock... which we pissed on, because it looked like it was on fire. Hey, it made sense at the time. Then we curled up with our bottles, the stuff knocking me out on first smell... natural one on the con check! Yay! I'm a two-pot screamer! and everyone else succumbing rather rapidly as well, except Ken, who refused to drink for religious reasons, and Kelvin, who was a dwarf - +13 on con checks :) When Kelvin passed out, Ken explored our stuff and confiscated our bottles, and shortly thereafter the psychic troops arrived to debrief us... and found us all passed out except Ken, who was in a trance communing with the spirits. And not the 'varven ones, either :) Woke up the next morning with headaches, cleaned ourselves up, and the pyschic dudes came back, in full powerarmour and with rifles at the ready, to 'escort' us to a debriefing. We took great pleasure in the busted door not working, and the fact they stood in a puddle of piss when they entered, and then Kelvin gave them whatfor for stealing our stuff and being assholes, ect, unfazed by the gunmuzzle in his face, and I amused myself by casting the 'open' cantrip on the head grunt's facemask, because he should look at us when he speaks.. took three castings before he gave up on closing it :) Eventually we beat them down into taking us to see the Lieutenant, who was in the brig, whipped, for his part in bringing us to base, which we took even /more/ umbrage to, and insisted he come with us to see the boss... /after/ Kelvin healed his welts, to even more awe from the peons. I should mention our new warcry, too... 'Fire in the hole!!' - none of us have any clue what it means, but it sounds cool, and we adopted it.. so we screamed it every now and then, and I'd cast flame cantrips when we did... playing on the whole 'unknown power' thing :) We got dragged in to see the bossman, a psychic with the SS boots, and the long black duster... which we all immediately liked (the coat, that is), and started discussing his fashion sense, ignoring him completely. After a couple of false starts, he tried to use mind-control to make us all sit down and be quiet... which he succeeded with, for everyone but me. After I won the staredown (Sit! Get out of my mind! Sit! Get out of my mind! - with Kelvin standing up and sitting down again every time he said 'sit' just to be annoying while still obeying mental commands), he got a trooper to try to force me into my seat... so I electrocuted his armour with Shocking Grasp, destroying the circuitry and effectively paralysing him... without even turning around. Then opened his visor with a cantrip when he started having trouble breathing. As he put it when he caught his breath - 'Shit, the recycling systems are dead, too..' And then I laid down the law to mr bigshot... and did a damn good job of it. Told him what had happened, with absolutely no respect for him or his men... sheer arrogance. Almost emperor quality. Once he'd given in, and released his mind control on the others, I briefed him further, still blaming him for everything and rubbing his nose into the metaphorical dogshit wherever possible, with Kelvin's help, and he 'requested' that we stay and train with his crack troops a while to teach them magic and such - or at least show it to em - (Yay! We finally get to go up levels! And Bingo learns to drive, and Kelvin learns to shoot!) before being 'recruited' for a new mission, once we were rested... under our friend the Lieutenant (His 'punishment' for saving our asses earlier), to go and either kill or negotiate a treaty with the ant queen. Thus ended the session... funfunfun!!
Anyways, after that me an' bingo came back to my place to eat the leftover pizza, he hung out online while I watched a Brosnan Bond flick, too damn tired to actually talk much. He left 9ish, and I started typing... and that's my weekend to date. Tired as all hell, and pondering sleep... but we'll see if I actually do or not :)