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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I Was A Teenage* DM (Part 2)
Today is the first game that I will be DM'ing.
I have found some great resources online. Dungeonmastering.com is amazing, just because it has a ton of resources, and because it's got a lot of tricks and tips for DM's who are just starting up.
I found a great adventure to download for free on one of the site's links, which, for me, anyway, seems like the better way of getting my feet wet. I could have started from scratch and tried to build a world of my own, but from personal experience in almost every aspect of my life, it seems I have had better luck first wading in the kiddies pool rather than jumping in the deep end.
I bought a Dungeon Master's screen (it arrived in the mail yesterday, WOOT!) a 30-sided die (in pink), some miniatures, and I feel good.
Reis, he of the extraordinary Geek Orthodox blog (you should be reading it every day, Crickets), and three other brave adventurers (I'll ask their permission to use their names) will be arriving at my house tonight. We have sorted out a lot of stuff over email. Important stuff. Like who brings the snacks.
Wonderfully, everyone has fallen into the roles we need: Reis is playing a rogue, we have a cleric, a druid/sorceress, and a fighter. Everyone is super-nice (over email, anyway. they could be monstrously awful in person, but I doubt it), and ready to play some D&D.
But I am nervous. Like a virgin on her wedding night. To a half-orc marauder.
One of the suggestions of the folks over at Dungeonmastering.com is that the first game be just about rolling up characters, and if there's time, a skirmish. I like this idea. The group is bringing together two sets of gamers. Reis and I have played together, and the other guys have played together. I'd like to get an idea of the group dynamic before I throw us all into a full-fledged adventure.
Reis is the one at the greatest disadvantage, really, since he does not know anyone (besides me). That, and he may be the only straight in our new group. The awesome thing about Reis (yes, there's just the one thing), though, is that he's so comfortable in his own skin that I doubt he has even paused to give this a thought. Really, Crickets, if you get the chance to befriend him, you should do it.
Crickets, I know many of you are asking how I, as a gay DM, differ from a straight one. The answer: I plan on vacuuming before my guests arrive. Well, that and the glitterball and Cher's greatest hits playing full blast as the soundtrack to the campaign.
I have found some great resources online. Dungeonmastering.com is amazing, just because it has a ton of resources, and because it's got a lot of tricks and tips for DM's who are just starting up.
I found a great adventure to download for free on one of the site's links, which, for me, anyway, seems like the better way of getting my feet wet. I could have started from scratch and tried to build a world of my own, but from personal experience in almost every aspect of my life, it seems I have had better luck first wading in the kiddies pool rather than jumping in the deep end.
I bought a Dungeon Master's screen (it arrived in the mail yesterday, WOOT!) a 30-sided die (in pink), some miniatures, and I feel good.
Reis, he of the extraordinary Geek Orthodox blog (you should be reading it every day, Crickets), and three other brave adventurers (I'll ask their permission to use their names) will be arriving at my house tonight. We have sorted out a lot of stuff over email. Important stuff. Like who brings the snacks.
Wonderfully, everyone has fallen into the roles we need: Reis is playing a rogue, we have a cleric, a druid/sorceress, and a fighter. Everyone is super-nice (over email, anyway. they could be monstrously awful in person, but I doubt it), and ready to play some D&D.
But I am nervous. Like a virgin on her wedding night. To a half-orc marauder.
One of the suggestions of the folks over at Dungeonmastering.com is that the first game be just about rolling up characters, and if there's time, a skirmish. I like this idea. The group is bringing together two sets of gamers. Reis and I have played together, and the other guys have played together. I'd like to get an idea of the group dynamic before I throw us all into a full-fledged adventure.
Reis is the one at the greatest disadvantage, really, since he does not know anyone (besides me). That, and he may be the only straight in our new group. The awesome thing about Reis (yes, there's just the one thing), though, is that he's so comfortable in his own skin that I doubt he has even paused to give this a thought. Really, Crickets, if you get the chance to befriend him, you should do it.
Crickets, I know many of you are asking how I, as a gay DM, differ from a straight one. The answer: I plan on vacuuming before my guests arrive. Well, that and the glitterball and Cher's greatest hits playing full blast as the soundtrack to the campaign.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I Was A Teenage* DM (Part 1)
Well, as Wilson Phillips might have said it: I got myself into my own mess.
It wasn't enough any more to simply be the PC in someone else's universe. No. I wanted the power for myself. And now I'm terrified.
It started at one of the games that Reis and I attend on a Monday night. Reis (He of the wonderful Geek Orthodox blog) would wait for a lull in the action inside Todd's (smallish) apartment to take a smoke break, and often I'd follow him outside for some fresh air and a brief escape from the goings-on inside.
Reis (puffing contemplatively, one eye squinted almost shut): "You know what I'd like to get to do, just once? Honest-to-goodness dungeon crawl.
Ryan: "Reis, do you have to blow smoke directly into my face?"
Reis: "But Todd has been clear from the start. He hates dungeon crawls."
Ryan: "Yup. that's what he said. Umm...could you not flick your ashes onto my clothes? I mean, I wouldn't say anything, but it's like you're aiming directly at..."
Reis: "You know what else? I never played genuine D&D rules. That would be awesome."
Ryan: "*cough*"
Reis: "Hey. Here's an idea. We should start up our own campaign. Go old-school. Get some homies together and just do some real grinding. Man, that would be hella sweet."
Ryan: "Well, I guess I could download a pre-made game of the internet...do you have any friends that might want to play?"
Reis: "Nah, maybe I can think of a guy. I'll ask him. See what he says. Why don't you just take care of it?"
Ryan: "You mean, come up with people who want to play D&D with us? Or do you mean-"
Reis: "I mean, take care of it. Make it happen. You do the hard work, and I show up and have a good time. What, are you stupid, or just hard of hearing?"
Ryan: "What? No! I can hear perfectly well-"
Reis: "Great. Fantastic. Let me know when everything's ready. In the meantime, hold out your hand."
Ryan: "Hold out my...why?"
Reis: "Do you see an ashtray anywhere, bitch?"
*(not really a teenager)
It wasn't enough any more to simply be the PC in someone else's universe. No. I wanted the power for myself. And now I'm terrified.
It started at one of the games that Reis and I attend on a Monday night. Reis (He of the wonderful Geek Orthodox blog) would wait for a lull in the action inside Todd's (smallish) apartment to take a smoke break, and often I'd follow him outside for some fresh air and a brief escape from the goings-on inside.
Reis (puffing contemplatively, one eye squinted almost shut): "You know what I'd like to get to do, just once? Honest-to-goodness dungeon crawl.
Ryan: "Reis, do you have to blow smoke directly into my face?"
Reis: "But Todd has been clear from the start. He hates dungeon crawls."
Ryan: "Yup. that's what he said. Umm...could you not flick your ashes onto my clothes? I mean, I wouldn't say anything, but it's like you're aiming directly at..."
Reis: "You know what else? I never played genuine D&D rules. That would be awesome."
Ryan: "*cough*"
Reis: "Hey. Here's an idea. We should start up our own campaign. Go old-school. Get some homies together and just do some real grinding. Man, that would be hella sweet."
Ryan: "Well, I guess I could download a pre-made game of the internet...do you have any friends that might want to play?"
Reis: "Nah, maybe I can think of a guy. I'll ask him. See what he says. Why don't you just take care of it?"
Ryan: "You mean, come up with people who want to play D&D with us? Or do you mean-"
Reis: "I mean, take care of it. Make it happen. You do the hard work, and I show up and have a good time. What, are you stupid, or just hard of hearing?"
Ryan: "What? No! I can hear perfectly well-"
Reis: "Great. Fantastic. Let me know when everything's ready. In the meantime, hold out your hand."
Ryan: "Hold out my...why?"
Reis: "Do you see an ashtray anywhere, bitch?"
*(not really a teenager)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Grown Men Being Awesome: Fire and Ice
I don't know who they are supposed to be, but they are missing the front of their costumes. Someone should tell them.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Grown Men Being Awesome: It's Not the Size of his Sword Edition
It's how he uses it that really counts.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Of course he's Thor: Chris Hemsworth
Saw this on majorspoilers.com, who got it from Deadline Hollywood.
Here is the link:
http://www.deadlinehollywooddaily.com/exclusive-chris-hemsworth-is-thor/
Funny, I just saw the headline and the pic, and my brain (tiny as it is) said:
"Yes. PERFECT SENSE."
I only saw him on Star Trek (if you are the one cricket who has not yet seen the movie, he plays George Kirk, James' father), and just based off that, I feel that I approve.
As an aside, it's only with great willpower that I refrain from making jokes about lovemaking involving Chris, myself, and the end result including the word "thor", as in : Chris and I were at it all latht night, and boy, is my tushie thor!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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