One thing that's been propagating on the internet are people who claim to be better informed about current events by solely relying upon The Daily Show and The Colbert Report.
They're not better informed, they're indoctrinated with opinion based upon facts presented by a comedy program. Should anyone dare draw a parallel between Limbaugh and Stewart to these people they would be set upon like a kitten in a room full of pit bulls.
Read your news. Don't get it from the radio or television. Form your own opinions and understand that broadcast news is always about entertainment. Always. From the tragedies of babies being microwaved to 9/11 (LOL).
The second chapter can be anything. There are a few plot hooks that have been dropped since the completion of the game's first adventure at the hotel. A few more hooks were dropped on 12/8/06 and it's up to the characters to choose their own adventure.
Now back in New Jersey, we almost never had to use game maps. My game is made up of one veteran and two greenhorns. One of the things that came up with the start of combat was the confusion of where everyone was and what everyone was doing at the scene. I figure this will help the game and be useful in the future if I happen to decide to abuse myself by running a campaign using the HERO System.
If I do run a campaign using the HERO System, I will purchase Hero Designer so everyone can use it. The game will be set in the modern day, four color setting and will revolve around superheroes in The City.
Plus I really think that a fourth player would be an asset.
One thing that I don't want to do is have an interlude in the game where another one picks up, even if it is a beer and pretzels game. Most folks have forgotten what goes on during the game which makes me feel a bit down and wonder if I did anything wrong. At least elmgrows takes notes which is a Good Thing ™.
Now I wasn't prepared but figured I could make do with the things available near the area. Eventually I found a downed pine tree that had been stripped of its branches which was near a large coffin-like box. It was about seven feet long and five foot wide allowing me to find cover with relative comfort. So I spent most of my day sitting on the downed tree's trunk, watching the calm ocean and taking random pictures of the same scene.
While looking at my camera's LCD screen, a bear came into view. A big bear. Must've been three times larger than me. When I looked up to see the bear with my own eyes, it wasn't a bear but a spindly little jaguar. I backed slowly into the box hoping not to be seen. Suddenly the jaguar bolted towards the ocean and then bolted back towards the forest in hot pursuit. Now I figured my meager shelter wouldn't be enough for personal safety so I made my way down the hill towards the north.
Rising above the trees were three scaffolds. Must've been about four stories tall, twelve foot wide and forty eight feet long. There were people living in them. Upon further inspection I saw that these were big bunks made for concentration camps that were never built. The scaffolds were divided by letters, a-h, i-p and q-z. Back towards the forest to the east I saw there were tons of cars parked in a rustic parking lot near a big, official looking log cabin.
Lots of folks were just sitting on the edge of the scaffold floor, dangling their legs and chatting with each other. Some guy, I think his name was Jerry, came over to me and started rambling on about how this is supposed to be the world's largest furry convention and he bought the property solely for the convention and how the government was pulling a fast one by saying the property belonged to him but he had to buy a camping permit to camp on his own land. What could I do?
I sat down in the K section of i-p and listened to everyone talking around me. Most didn't know me, none of them were wondering who I was and why I was there and I was content to be near people even if I wasn't part of them. Fucking furries.
Well all good things come to an end and someone came along wondering why I was in so-and-so's bunk. When I gave them my last name, they told me I should be over in the q-z section. This area had fewer people and it felt colder. Either I was feeling the physical effects of loneliness or I was consciously ignoring the fact that clouds were rolling in the wind was starting to pick up.
So I went home. My parents and sister were in my apartment and had been living there for quite some time. Remember my apartment is relatively small and we had a hard enough time back in New Jersey with four people under one roof.
I no longer remember what happened next.
