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: Monday, Sept. 15, 2003 in Cardhaus' sweaty back room. | : Monday, Sept. 15, 2003 in Cardhaus' sweaty back room. | ||
; Technical Notes | ; Technical Notes | ||
− | :This was all miniatures on whiteboards. The bugs were purchased at Archie McPhee's. I had ants and spiders and honeybees and locusts. | + | : This was all miniatures on whiteboards. The bugs were purchased at Archie McPhee's. I had ants and spiders and honeybees and locusts. |
; Recaps | ; Recaps | ||
− | + | The bugs attacked while the flat was half-changed. There was a bridge involved. Weapons were improvised from a high-school chem lab. At one point, the bugs tore a rag top off a car and feasted on the soft, chewy innards. | |
; Player Thoughts | ; Player Thoughts | ||
: '''Kate:''' I thought the "It Came From the Desert" came was five different flavors of fun, personally. I had a great time playing a 1950's juvenile delinquent rebel-without-a-cause type--James Dean's girlfriend, that was me--caught in a bad horror movie about giant bugs. There was some great chemistry between me and the nerd; in-party conflict is a lot of fun when it doesn't actually come to blows ("Roll for initiative, monkey-boy!")... one of my favorite games ever was just me--a dwarf that was essentially Lara Croft as a midget--and a snotty elvish mage where we spent the majority of the session bantering back and forth and cracking the DM up so bad he could barely run the adventure. (If Joe Zurla's still on this list, he may remember running that game about a year and a half ago...) Anyway, so, yeah, that game rawked. *grin* | : '''Kate:''' I thought the "It Came From the Desert" came was five different flavors of fun, personally. I had a great time playing a 1950's juvenile delinquent rebel-without-a-cause type--James Dean's girlfriend, that was me--caught in a bad horror movie about giant bugs. There was some great chemistry between me and the nerd; in-party conflict is a lot of fun when it doesn't actually come to blows ("Roll for initiative, monkey-boy!")... one of my favorite games ever was just me--a dwarf that was essentially Lara Croft as a midget--and a snotty elvish mage where we spent the majority of the session bantering back and forth and cracking the DM up so bad he could barely run the adventure. (If Joe Zurla's still on this list, he may remember running that game about a year and a half ago...) Anyway, so, yeah, that game rawked. *grin* |