4e ....
I awoke to darkness and the gentle rhythmic buzz of a window fan somewhere in it.
As I struggled to right myself, the effects of sleep poisoning lingered and I had to fight my way out of the couch's menacing embrace through an effort of sheer (and slightly-amazing) will. Consciousness was slow to return, but the reserves of caffeine I had diligently squirreled away in the fat deposits, or "energy rolls", of my body soon restored the higher functioning powers of my ape+ brain.
The hours that had preceded my cowardly submission to the stranglehold of Morpheus (the Dream Deity, not Laurence Fishburne) were a blur, but one thing stood out quite clearly from the previous day's events ... 4th Edition D&D totally sucked.
More to come on that.
so_s
As I struggled to right myself, the effects of sleep poisoning lingered and I had to fight my way out of the couch's menacing embrace through an effort of sheer (and slightly-amazing) will. Consciousness was slow to return, but the reserves of caffeine I had diligently squirreled away in the fat deposits, or "energy rolls", of my body soon restored the higher functioning powers of my ape+ brain.
The hours that had preceded my cowardly submission to the stranglehold of Morpheus (the Dream Deity, not Laurence Fishburne) were a blur, but one thing stood out quite clearly from the previous day's events ... 4th Edition D&D totally sucked.
More to come on that.
so_s