It's bucketing down outside, and in the interstices between lectures the foyer of my building is filled with damp-puppy students staring dolefully out into the downpour amid the smell of wet hair. We are clearly in autumn, a season of pleasing damp and benevolent chill, and I have broken out the first boots of the season. I am happy. I am, however
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Glad your painful rumint wrangling experiences paid off, I think bumpycat shares your pain in our current Oriental D&D game he's running. But I know the feeling now mike s is in my 13th Age game - freeform with someone who out-min-maxes me :)
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