I’ve got six stories in the que. The Gray Faerie is my favorite so far. Stinky McCoy didn’t come out the way I wanted it, so a re-write is due. Aethia and the Battle Faerie is my third Faerie story. Darrel told me, “Donna doesn’t let anybody write Faerie stories.” He hit my shoulder. “Lucky dog.”
I love my job.
Missed out on a lot of gaming this weekend. Friday and Saturday both had Cam/Anarch games. A NERO game on Sunday I ditched because I can’t quite jump the “4 Magic! 4 Magic! 4 Magic!” hurdle. Sunday was a SAS game, but I just couldn’t get the energy to go. So, I wrote instead. ’bout time.
Saturday’s game was… hurm. I don’t know. I love and admire my friends, I really do. But, I am entrenched in the superstitious belief that D&D has some kind of mutant aura that makes gamers dumb. I’ve seen the best and brightest of my generation do the dumbest things because of that game. They aren’t dumb, the game makes them dumb. In any other game, they are sensible, mature, adult roleplayers. As soon as they pick up that d20, they turn into sub-morons.
Thus, I’ve come to a conclusion: D&D must be destroyed.
When I figure out how to do that, I’ll let you know.