Me = Really Big Gigantic Geek
Jan. 27th, 2005 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revenaSo I posted in a comment earlier that I was thinking about buying a light-up lightsaber to take to the Star Wars triple feature on Friday...
Completely forgetting, somehow, that I -already own one-. It's sitting on my desk, right in front of me, in fact.
I'd be a geek to begin with, to want one, I guess, but I think I'm a special kind of geek for owning one and forgetting all about it. Sheesh.
In other total geek news, D&D tonight was filled with strange hilarity. One of the best parts was when JC, as our slightly psychotic warforged thug, "Salty," wanted to help interrogate a prisoner. Usually, Jameson as Dyreon and I as Haldis handle that. Dyreon's got some mad skillz in bluff and diplomacy, so he plays the Good Rogue, where Haldis is scary as hell (with oodles of ranks in intimidate), and plays the Bad Sorceress.
We were trying to squeeze information out of a religious zealot, though, and it wasn't working. Earlier, Salty had said "so are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to give you a big hug?" He is, of course, covered in armor spikes. He's also the character that always wants to sever the hands of our enemies and carry them around for a while.
So when he said he wanted to take the prisoner off for a while, just the two of them, so they "could bond," Jimmy and I were a bit reluctant. We were worried he was going to do something atrocious, and he wouldn't tell us what he had in mind. After our incredibly good diplomacy and intimidate rolls got us nowhere, we finally said that yeah, he could take the prisoner and bond.
So Salty took the zealot to... A whorehouse. No kidding. And treated him to 100 gold of the best lovin' that money can buy in D&D. It was so unexpected that Jameson, Dan (the DM) and I just didn't even know how to react. Mostly, we laughed. Dan wasn't amused enough to make the zealot talk, though, and JC's random gamble failed. It was still funny, though.
Completely forgetting, somehow, that I -already own one-. It's sitting on my desk, right in front of me, in fact.
I'd be a geek to begin with, to want one, I guess, but I think I'm a special kind of geek for owning one and forgetting all about it. Sheesh.
In other total geek news, D&D tonight was filled with strange hilarity. One of the best parts was when JC, as our slightly psychotic warforged thug, "Salty," wanted to help interrogate a prisoner. Usually, Jameson as Dyreon and I as Haldis handle that. Dyreon's got some mad skillz in bluff and diplomacy, so he plays the Good Rogue, where Haldis is scary as hell (with oodles of ranks in intimidate), and plays the Bad Sorceress.
We were trying to squeeze information out of a religious zealot, though, and it wasn't working. Earlier, Salty had said "so are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to give you a big hug?" He is, of course, covered in armor spikes. He's also the character that always wants to sever the hands of our enemies and carry them around for a while.
So when he said he wanted to take the prisoner off for a while, just the two of them, so they "could bond," Jimmy and I were a bit reluctant. We were worried he was going to do something atrocious, and he wouldn't tell us what he had in mind. After our incredibly good diplomacy and intimidate rolls got us nowhere, we finally said that yeah, he could take the prisoner and bond.
So Salty took the zealot to... A whorehouse. No kidding. And treated him to 100 gold of the best lovin' that money can buy in D&D. It was so unexpected that Jameson, Dan (the DM) and I just didn't even know how to react. Mostly, we laughed. Dan wasn't amused enough to make the zealot talk, though, and JC's random gamble failed. It was still funny, though.
