I drag my clammy hands down my face, open my eyes.
The
city nightscape glows through the floor-to-ceiling window behind me. I
drop my hands onto my desk, polished marble taken from the rubble of
Liberty Temple after SKELETRON tore it to the ground. I put in 20 years
to get this desk. My wife and I made love on this desk the night I got
the promotion.
But now it’s all gone to shit. SKULL FIGHTER is coming and I can’t stop him.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
DM's Girlfriend
“You’ve done well to get this far,” intoned Chad the Dungeon Master, “but you’ve outlived your usefulness.”
Chad’s accent, Percy decided, was the second worst part about this D&D campaign. Chad tried, bless his heart. He was way more into role-playing than roll-playing, and tried to encourage that mentality in his players. Percy could respect that.
The problem, the second-deepest pit in Hell, was Chad’s voice. He only had one stock voice, which he used for every evil character. It sounded like a French cartoon character talking in an Italo-German accent. It ate. It ate so bad. Percy knew that most people who played D&D weren’t professional actors. They were in it for the love of the game. It was okay if they didn’t have the acting range of Mel Blanc.
Chad’s accent, Percy decided, was the second worst part about this D&D campaign. Chad tried, bless his heart. He was way more into role-playing than roll-playing, and tried to encourage that mentality in his players. Percy could respect that.
The problem, the second-deepest pit in Hell, was Chad’s voice. He only had one stock voice, which he used for every evil character. It sounded like a French cartoon character talking in an Italo-German accent. It ate. It ate so bad. Percy knew that most people who played D&D weren’t professional actors. They were in it for the love of the game. It was okay if they didn’t have the acting range of Mel Blanc.
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