4/10/06
I am now the proud owner of a tent. Sure it was about fifty bucks from Wal-Mart but it does the job. Friday night raddidge and I will break its cherry out in the wilds of Hartsel. Hopefully it won't be very windy. Even more hopefully the stakes will hold should there be fierce winds like our last adventure out west.
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Spot had to join us after the tent was set up. Here's a record of her wee camping trip.
spot and raddidge in the tentspottles
raddidge and spot looking out of the tent
raddidge, supine
spivak, sitting
spot in her hammock
a mouse eye view of spot
In Yer Dreams
It was a dark and stormy night on the mean streets of Colorado Springs. My consciousness had recently been downloaded into an artificial sleeve so I could do my job without any regard to my mortal remains. As I stalked the rain-slickened streets I knew that someone was after raddidge and I was going to be the speedbump on this punk's highway to murder. raddidge was living upstairs in the building next door to this one and I was running late to guard her from harm. She was sprawled like a decadent Roman emperor on the couch wearing the same thing she wore when her mom pinched her off so many years ago. I couldn't help myself and landed face first in her lap using my prehensile tongue to pleasure her.

One of the better parts about the plastic sleeve was the fact that two of my sensory inputs were heightened to the point that I put bats and eagles to shame but everything else was so deadened to be vestigial. Everything including raddidge tasted like cardboard. Heck, she pissed on me but since it wasn't my body and no investment in something off-the-rack I continued to pleasure her.

In Yer Dreams (second edition)
Now I didn't only have one dream. I had four! Unfortunately the next dream is the only survivor of the rigors of dawn and waking into a new day.

I was headed upstairs in an elevator at the Berkeley Carteret. The same place where I attended ShoreCon so many years ago in another life. My destination was that same suite which ended up being the operations room for the Vampire LARP. It was much larger than I remembered it and completely empty. When I turned around I saw that there was a card table set up, a handful of gamers and Tim was standing taking the role of storyteller. Everyone had to make characters and I ended up making a caitiff vampire who had potence, fortitude, celerity and auspex. His name was Bruno. Once everyone was fleshed out and created according to the basic rules, Tim had us roll five dice. If we rolled below 15, we got that many extra freebie points. Anything above 15 was divided in half and were used as the number of extra freebie points for character creation.

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So I thought to myself "Hey, that's a better idea than just giving everyone an extra twenty freebie points at the end of the very first session or the completion of the first adventure. It's random so folks can't metagame or munchkin knowing they're getting extra points to apply to their character.

So I wondered if I should have folks roll the number of dice corresponding to their vampire's generation. Maybe tell them to roll five dice according to dream-Tim's rules.

What's your opinion? We'd like to know.

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