Why role-playing games are better than life
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robinturnerToday has been a weird day. I woke up with all the symptoms of a hangover without having had the pleasure of drunkenness the night before. I considered the work I had to do today (correctin student essays) and decided that I could ease myself into it by playing Neverwinter Nights for a while (by the way, Dave, I still haven't got the Linux client to work, and there's no way I'll connect to the Internet through Windows, so you won't be seeing me online for a while). This got me sat at my computer, so after my character got killed, I rebooted into Linux and started downloading essays (I have a system where students upload essays to the course website, which I have realised is more trouble than it's worth).
Then the phone rang. My father-in-law was suggesting a date to go and put winter tires on our car (well technically it's my car, but I don't drive it much because I hate cars, so it's a general family car). Hmm, let's see, I have a splitting headache and my upper-body muscles feel like they've been massaged by a pair of orcs who've taken half of a course in Korean acupressure. What do I want to do? I know, I'll go to an industrial wasteland and stand around in the cold, pretending to understand what a bunch of half-orcs say about rod-balance. Mmmm, that sounds good - wouldn't miss a chance for male bonding!
An apranax later, I complete my automobilic mission, and my headache has spread to my face. My sinuses ache - ye gods, even my nose aches - and my right eye is about to give up on me. Not to worry, the mission is acomplished, and I can return to the tavern, sell my magical objects and make merry with serving wenches ... not. I have to go to my in-laws to pick up my wife. I am plunged from the male world of Pirelli versus Uniroyalto the female world of who gets to win Turkey's young pop star competition. I take a couple of aspirin. The pain in the left side of my face recedes and the pain in the right side intensifies. I remember how back in the 70s and 80s we were talking about androgyny and think that androgyny is like trying to cure AIDS and cancer by producing a carcinogenic strain of HIV.
Now I am trapped in a dungeon, I need to escape. They want me to spend the night, but I've read my Greek mythology, and know about Persephone and Hades. I insist that I am taken home. I insist for three hours, because no one will believe that I am not rejecting their hospitality but am merely in pain and am aware that my hit points are almost at zero.
Eventually I am returned to mycastle home, and I can quaff ale. The pain disappears, and my hit points return to normal. Tomorrow I will have another headache, but at least it will be a normal alcohol-induced headache.
Then the phone rang. My father-in-law was suggesting a date to go and put winter tires on our car (well technically it's my car, but I don't drive it much because I hate cars, so it's a general family car). Hmm, let's see, I have a splitting headache and my upper-body muscles feel like they've been massaged by a pair of orcs who've taken half of a course in Korean acupressure. What do I want to do? I know, I'll go to an industrial wasteland and stand around in the cold, pretending to understand what a bunch of half-orcs say about rod-balance. Mmmm, that sounds good - wouldn't miss a chance for male bonding!
An apranax later, I complete my automobilic mission, and my headache has spread to my face. My sinuses ache - ye gods, even my nose aches - and my right eye is about to give up on me. Not to worry, the mission is acomplished, and I can return to the tavern, sell my magical objects and make merry with serving wenches ... not. I have to go to my in-laws to pick up my wife. I am plunged from the male world of Pirelli versus Uniroyalto the female world of who gets to win Turkey's young pop star competition. I take a couple of aspirin. The pain in the left side of my face recedes and the pain in the right side intensifies. I remember how back in the 70s and 80s we were talking about androgyny and think that androgyny is like trying to cure AIDS and cancer by producing a carcinogenic strain of HIV.
Now I am trapped in a dungeon, I need to escape. They want me to spend the night, but I've read my Greek mythology, and know about Persephone and Hades. I insist that I am taken home. I insist for three hours, because no one will believe that I am not rejecting their hospitality but am merely in pain and am aware that my hit points are almost at zero.
Eventually I am returned to my
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now there's a sentence that came out of nowhere
Date: 2003-12-06 07:02 pm (UTC)What?
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Date: 2003-12-06 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 08:54 pm (UTC)Potestas Clavium
and
Athens and Jerusalem
So this will be my x-mas present :)
merry xmas and stuff :)
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Date: 2003-12-06 09:30 pm (UTC)Sucks about yer headache though. Your real life Dungeon Master must not have been treating you very well.
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Date: 2003-12-07 01:59 am (UTC)Problems with the Linux client? Bummer. But I wouldn't be worried about connecting to the Net via Windows as long as you've a firewall up and aren't picking up email or surfing for porn. There's not much is going to happen to you if you're making a direct connection to an NWN server, especially if that server is a Linux box that I own...
Anyhow, am really looking forward to having you around man!
Rodney
Re: now there's a sentence that came out of nowhere
Date: 2003-12-07 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 03:36 am (UTC)