I just thought about this again, and it’s a slightly disturbing thought to me for some reason: I’ve been on the design team, and am listed in the Concept and Design section, for three White Wolf core books (Mage: the Awakening, Changeling: the Lost, and Scion: Hero), yet I’ve only ever played one of them (Scion), and I only played that once. I’ve never even completely read through the others to see what they turned out like.
If I were to find that one of the designers of a game never played the final product, I would be pretty surprised. And a little let down, if I were a fan of that game. But honestly, I’ve had little time to roleplay recently, and recently I haven’t really been inspired to do so. I’d love to get a regular Scion game going, but most of my friends here are enamored with D&D, and my second group is on Exalted (which is one of my favorite games).
When I do something, I do it. When I used to play Magic, I had the rules for every card memorized that was in the tournament type in which I competed. When I played Mage: the Ascension, I knew the rules forward and backward (I think Ian is the only person I’ve met who knew the rules at least as well as I — hi, Ian!). I’ve had a problem playing Exalted lately, because I don’t know it nearly as well as I used to. I can’t really stand to do something halfway. So I end up just not doing a lot of things, because I know I don’t have enough time to devote to doing them well (or at least, what I consider “well”).
But I digress. I suppose my overall point is that I feel somewhat like a hypocrite for having helped design games that I’ve never played, and in all likelihood won’t (though Changeling does seem really frackin’ cool, so I’d at least like to try it some time). I feel… almost a sense of obligation there. Or rather, as if I’m shirking an obligation. Is that weird?
I’ll be vacationing in Chicago April 12th through 19th, and the night I come in there’s going to be a party at the place I’m staying. It’s a revolution-themed party.
Lydia is the dominatrix German with the crop. So I need costume ideas, but the catch is I’m very short on money right now. Need to pinch pennies and all that.
So, I need to either reuse an old costume, or make something simple. Here are some old costume possibilities:
Elvis costume — “I’m startin’ a revolution, and it’s called rock ‘n’ roll, baby.”
Dark angel costume — Black toga, black wings, sword, angel mask. Go as Lucifer, starting the revolution in Heaven. Downside is the wings… they tend to get in the way of things like moving around with other people closeby, sitting down, etc.
Pornstar Luigi costume — I have no idea what I would use this for, but there you have it.
Another possibility I was considering was to go as an IRA member (maybe get some temporary tattoos and such), and pass out Irish Car Bombs. Though I doubt there will be much Guinness, Bailey’s, or Jameson at the party.
So, I know some of you out there are good at these sorts of ideas. Bagwell, should I use your idea from years ago: hang a potato from my crotch and be the “dick ‘tater?” I mean, every good revolution needs a dictator to overthrow. Maybe I could even get them to try and overthrow me. That would result in much glorious bloodshed, as all revolutions should.
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Would you put a drink into your mouth called “Orangina?” Would it make you more or less likely to do so if lusty anthropomorphic creatures (remniscent of the work of Jeremy Bernal [questionably safe for work]) were involved in the advertisement? What if the commercial also involved a not-so-subtle reference to golden showers?
So I’m on my way home from grabbing some dog food, and on comes a commercial for Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. Mmm, tasty tasty meat. And then, right after that (or perhaps as part of it), there is a Visa ad. The gist of this ad was basically, “Bring your Visa to restaurants so you don’t have to worry about whether or not you can eat as much as you want to.”
I could feel my grip tightening on the steering wheel, and I soon realized I was doing 70 in a 35, on a curvy street. (Thank the dark lord Godzilla for Z-rated tires.) This commercial, in no uncertain terms, was saying, “Hey America, you fat fucks! Be even more American by going further into debt to feed your fat fucking faces even more!” Every Visa commercial I see or hear makes me a little more angry than the last. I’m seriously starting to think Tyler Durden had a good idea going.
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