Bless me father, it has been more than 11,000 days since my last confession.
I play roleplaying games.
Not the kinky kind with leather whips and exhortations to a "mistress".
Nor the computer based kind with lots of level grinding and random encounters.
Good ol' pen and paper dicechuckers.
In two weeks I'll be hosting a game with friends, a Lovecraft pastiche using the new World of Darkness rules. A few hours earlier, while breaking bread with my astronomy club at a restaurant too loud for conversation, I hammered out the hooks, plotline, and twist for the game. With luck, and minor
railroading, I'll be able to run this puppy in a single night.
The story's simple and straightforward. I've done way too much worldbuilding and writing background info which probably won't make it to primetime. It's expanding my alternate New Jersey setting featuring Seaside Point and various points of interest in Pine County.
What's important is I feel good about it. The same kind of good feeling accompanying a legendary session of Changeling: The Lost where everyone went on a crazy scavenger hunt.
A whole lotta trouble's going down at Grey University, and here's hoping the cultists don't get their hands on the Testament of Thaqib.