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Who: Kiku and Alfred
When: Wednesday, early afternoon
Where: Millennium Comics
What: In which Weeaboos attack.
Kiku had mentioned to Alfred some time ago about his interest in joining the tabletop gaming group that was supposed to be forming at Millennium Comics. Interest was a mild way to put it, the man having dusted off some of his old guidebooks in Japanese, checking and cross-referencing with the English versions he could find online.
He was fairly certain that he could make a respectable character sheet, with a little time and patience, and perhaps some guidance from one who was more used to the traditional forms of gaming. He had mostly absorbed himself in the realm of online battles, and felt more than a little rusty when confronted with something so traditional as spoken words, so organic as a pen and paper, and so tangible as set of die rolling out the fate of those involved.
The only thing that was bothering him now was that Alfred had not yet been at all specific about a first game, or a meeting, or anything really.
So it was with mild anxiety that Kiku packed a few prototype character sheets, along with his Japanese version guidebooks into a nondescript bag and made for the comic store.
He really had no idea what awaited him.
When: Wednesday, early afternoon
Where: Millennium Comics
What: In which Weeaboos attack.
Kiku had mentioned to Alfred some time ago about his interest in joining the tabletop gaming group that was supposed to be forming at Millennium Comics. Interest was a mild way to put it, the man having dusted off some of his old guidebooks in Japanese, checking and cross-referencing with the English versions he could find online.
He was fairly certain that he could make a respectable character sheet, with a little time and patience, and perhaps some guidance from one who was more used to the traditional forms of gaming. He had mostly absorbed himself in the realm of online battles, and felt more than a little rusty when confronted with something so traditional as spoken words, so organic as a pen and paper, and so tangible as set of die rolling out the fate of those involved.
The only thing that was bothering him now was that Alfred had not yet been at all specific about a first game, or a meeting, or anything really.
So it was with mild anxiety that Kiku packed a few prototype character sheets, along with his Japanese version guidebooks into a nondescript bag and made for the comic store.
He really had no idea what awaited him.