Jun 21, 2009 11:06
So I play D&D. More specifically, a second edition level one fighter named Rock Hardslab. (Guess how seriously our group takes itself.)
As much as I am at odds with our DM (winning an argument with him pretty much guarantees your character spontaneously contracting a horrible STD), the fact that I was able to argue that my character, upon meeting an evil twin version of himself, would promptly attempt to make out with said twin, and that he not only allowed me to roll to see if they would (they did), but made it a major contributing factor to our winning the battle, gets a gold star for sure.
So, uh, how was your Saturday night?
ETA: Holy sentence structure Batman. It has been a long night.
rl,
weird obsession with clonesex