Post Rawr Satifaction Syndrome (PRSS)

I am definitely feeling PRSS right now. I am almost officially graduated right now, my home game is running smoothly, and the library group wants to play Vampire.

My panel went excellently. The judges enjoyed my performance and liked the film. One of them even told me that mine was the first panel they enjoyed watching all day. And they passed me with a %93. SCORE!!! It is over, and I can now start my life up.

The game I'm running at home is going well. My family are having fun running across a theocratic empire operated by priests of the god of tyranny. They have been posing as merchants, looting ruins and selling what they find. The cast is a motley one: my dad is playing Khorag, a revival of his AD&D dwarven scientist; my mom is playing Yslani, a recreation of her mercenary farmer; my sister is playing Keja, a cowgirl druid that wants to ride everything she sees; my girlfriend is play Kenzie, an elven spell sword wishing to liberate her lands from the empire that controls it. There have been rough patches where I thought too much with dice, but otherwise everyone is having fun.

The library group has gotten bored with D&D, and have entreated me to run a Vampire campaign. This will be especially good for my girlfriend and the stupid rock. My girlfriend needs a lesson in keeping quiet when it counts, and the SR badly needs to learn that player characters are rarely the baddest thing in the game.

All the same, the week looks good and I'm enjoying my PRSS. Peace!

RAWRZ! >:E

The supreme frustration of my graduation is nigh: my canceled panel was uncanceled without my awareness.

The full story: after serious personal and technical problems that resulted in late paperwork, I was told by my teacher and panelist that I could not finish my senior panel. The senior panel is the final stage of the state mandated Senior Project, a stress fest intended to encourage expanded extracurricular learning in subjects the student is interested. After completing a research paper and a physical project, seniors are to stand in front of a panel of community experts and give a ten minute speech, which decides whether they graduate or not.
Yesterday I was told that because I had not finished the required paperwork, I could not go to my panel. They said they canceled it and that I had to reschedule. And I believed them.
Later that night I received a call informing me that I had missed my panel. After much arguing and confusion, it was found that while I had been informed that it was impossible to do the panel as planned, the other panelists were not and were still expecting me. As enraged as I was, the fact that this was my fault is undeniable. I should have known that my panel was still scheduled despite my being informed otherwise, and should have sensed a bend in the rules to my favor. I should have guessed that the circumstances have not changed despite the information I received.

In short, now that I know and understand that I should not have trusted what the people in charge of my graduation have told me, I can graduate with a vengeance.

Return From Despair

This is my first post in a good, long while. Life got ahead of me and I am trying to catch up, so my apologies to all those I disappointed. A lot has happened:

>I have gotten on and off track for graduation several times. I am currently off track right now, but that will die like the sickness it is before the week is out.

>I have finished my campaign world, the World (<- super creative name!), and am currently running two games across its surface.

>I was cast as Worker 2 in the world premier of Bram Stokers Dracula, adapted by Kelly Gregersen. I played the role Irish, and now wonder if I have permanently altered the future of this play...

>I have completed three short films to serve as samples for Rory Miller's Chiron Training, a new self defense course.

>We have adopted a new kitten, Veronica (aka the Poop). She is pure evil.

>Last March me and my girlfriend celebrated our one year anniversary. The relationship is still going strong, and we have made plans for a future together.

>I am enrolled in a fencing course with an instructor of the Fenian school of Italian fencing. The class is going well and my ability to stab myself and others is improving.

I will make more posts as life happens to me. Again, sorry for the wait.

Good Day

I had a good day today. A really good day.

First off, I am really close to finishing a campaign world I am designing to the point of playability. I that is really left to do is to define the religions and the cosmology and it is ready to play. I have never once in the history of my life completely finished a publishable campaign setting, but I think once I let some players run around this world I can easily define and create the specific details these publishers would want. Trying to do this defining before hand has e burned out in short time, so I plan on just letting the games and campaigns drive me.

Second,  I spent the rest of the day hanging out with my girlfriend and her family. It was a barbeque rib cookout with good company, so what was not to love? We talked on a great many subjects, from "I'm gonna catch a bear with peanut butter" to "WASP! KILLIT!" Me and my girlfriend were even sent to the park to find a bouquet for a pretty clay pot her grandma had. Sure, all we found were five twigs and berries, but it was better than nothing. But all in all, we had a good time.

Yeah... good day.

The Game, now with NOOBS!!!

Today we introduced two new players to our group. So far, I think they will be invited back, though they are still noobs to our game.

First we have French Fry. He wanted to play a paladin right off the bat. We tried to dissuade him, but he insisted. We are a group that is half chaotic neutral, half neutral good, thus the introduction of his character was not particularly smooth. However, once we got to fighting, he proved more effective and more in sync with the team than our dwarf fighter. He even took the wizards ill-timed darkness spell in stride and used the cover to heal fallen allies. Hell, we may even kick the dwarf out to make more room for players like him.

Then we have the Stevil. For those KoDT fans out there, I'll have you know that there is little difference between the character in the comic and the player who sat next to me tonight: malicious, vengeful, conniving, and likes to claim credit after hiding behind others. His druid spent most of the game as my pirates shadow, and did absolutely nothing to help me escape after fumbling a sneak attempt to get back from poisoning the giants stew. I almost died while the druid just ran away. Even the Stupid Rock tried to save my character! Sure, he died in the attempt, but at least it was a @$#%ing effort! I spent the rest of the game hiding outside the cave setting traps for the giants. I had the time to build a concealed spiked pit and a Vietnamese decapitation wire! *sigh*...

Still, I had fun tonight, and I am now toying with the idea of starting a different kind of game that shall make noobs of us all: Space 1889! It is a steam punk game based on the 1800s sci-fi novels. So far, I know that the Stupid Rock will definitely want to play a bandit. And I have the perfect opener: the Stupid Rock tries to rob a bank, but arrives to find some sky pirates robbing the bank he wants to rob! Enter my characters: Davy Jones, a psychotic American cowboy who wants a life of adventure sailing the skies; Kosyr "Yellow Elf", a Martian sky brave who seeks glory in battle against the pink-skinned invaders; "Sky Captain" Thomas Harrison, a British ex-Navy officer who has to eek a living robbing pirates with his custom built Martian War Kite, the HMS Windrider; and the Lackeys, generic NPC sky pirates who I didn't really give a crap about until I found out a war kite needs a crew of ten. Hopefully this will be fun, though I do keep in mind the opener is purely to piss off the Stupid Rock.

FINALLY!!!!

This is the first time I was able to post anything in a long time. The home computer is tied up most of the time, and I am now posting from my school computer.

Life is getting way too complicated for my tastes. First off, I have the school time to post this. This post, the words I am saying, should not be possible, but I do not have all the classes I should have. And the school is dragging their heels in dealing with it. I keep reminding them, I keep coming up with ideas and solutions (including being a TA), but the response thus far has been "we will get to that. come back tomorrow." Not to mention the freshman PE class they put me in. I passed it once already. It was easy. I am astounded people fail! If my fat friends could do it, why not these spoiled kids who don't want to sweat? I am also trying to get that changed. So far, I have found a class I can get into, but it is overloaded and I need to talk to the counselor. But when I tried to set up a meet, they told me to come back tomorrow. Ugh! Who are these people, why are they running things, and why can't I set them on fire?!?!?

Still, that aside life is going well at home, I am doing well in my 4.5 classes, and I am lokking forward to a four day weekend. Meow.

PABBBS

Post August Babies Birthday Bash Syndrome. Because we only have one major party a year, the one we do have is really draining. Fortunately no one is hung over, but we are still looking around and all thinking the same thing: "who is going to clean this up?"

Still, we had an almost complete tribe attendance this year, and everyone got to meet my girlfriend, who was really nervous. But that turned into anger and exhaustion as I introduced her to a mini-tribe tradition: the forest trip! The mini tribe consists of the tribe that is between the ages of grumpy maturity and still-cries-when-hurt. We have a really dense forest where I live, and we have a tradition of going in, getting lost, hiking along the near-cliffs trying to find a way down to the river, and coming back to show off how filthy and gross we are. We didn't find the river this year, but we did laugh at the newly dubbed "Toast Master" for finding a toaster and losing it over a cliff five minutes later.

It's better than my nickname "Peanut Butter Boy" and the "Stupid Rock". In the group I hang out with, nicknames are awarded for only the most humorous of epic fails. The Stupid Rock earned his title by breaking the law in a game: he looked through a mail box. He got caught by the guy who owned it, tried to shape change while under some weird cramping spell, and was turned to stone as a show of mercy. I earned Peanut Butter Boy when my gypsy complained that there was no peanut butter in the fridge while another character was talking on the phone. Oh, and Fire Bait earned his by charging at a dragon when it was breathing fire. So far only two off my personal gaming group have avoided nicknames.

Blurg... still suffering from PABBBS... <-(I had to respell that five times)... and I have school tomorrow... blurg...