A couple of quick words before action.
I need to get something done, and since it's only about half an hour before our Mage group (minus Pekka who is feeling ill and, by the way, I really need to concentrate my plot more to his character's needs because otherwise he might soon starts feeling quite left out) begins to gather here, updating journal will count as 'something'. I'm not really in the mood for GMing, but I suppose that's going to chance when those two guys - Simo and J - show up. Their characters' dialogue is a lot of fun, although taken too far it can also escalate to something that is a tiny bit irritating; but as a GM can never completely avoid irritation, I'm coping.
(I admit: my GMing style is somewhat old-fashioned, albeit my ideas of what role-playing (is that even written with a line?) should or could be are quite liberal. I can debate of whether a Game Master is even, or ever, necessary, but my actions don't back the theory. The point here being, oh yes, undoubtedly such games exist where no irritation whatsoever falls upon a poor GM - for the obvious reason of there being none, for example - but myself, I'm not capable of leading such a thing.)
I'm feeling a bit down. Depressed, that would be too strong a word by far; only experiencing some mild discomfort, nothing too drastic. May be that while reading other people's angsty but so dramatic and interesting journals I acquired a previously un-recognized need to mope around a bit.
J is here. I'm off to get a hug.
(I admit: my GMing style is somewhat old-fashioned, albeit my ideas of what role-playing (is that even written with a line?) should or could be are quite liberal. I can debate of whether a Game Master is even, or ever, necessary, but my actions don't back the theory. The point here being, oh yes, undoubtedly such games exist where no irritation whatsoever falls upon a poor GM - for the obvious reason of there being none, for example - but myself, I'm not capable of leading such a thing.)
I'm feeling a bit down. Depressed, that would be too strong a word by far; only experiencing some mild discomfort, nothing too drastic. May be that while reading other people's angsty but so dramatic and interesting journals I acquired a previously un-recognized need to mope around a bit.
J is here. I'm off to get a hug.