That's when I discovered that Spivak's god is Quetzalcoatl. Thing about priests is that their gods are chosen randomly from the pantheons appropriate to other character classes. Unsurpisingly wearing armor affects one's spellcasting ability. In order to cast healing Spivak had to take off her robe then her scale mail then wear the robe again and cast the spell then put the armor back on.
After getting bitten by the werejackal, no lycanthropy infection, and awakening Spivak prayed, hunger was sated then set about killing the werejackal only to find two food rations but no wands. Perhaps the werejackal fell through two floors rather than one.
Right now I hope that this game doesn't have a Big Room.
Dangerous things that I should be doing but I'm avoiding like the plague. Drinking from fountains. Fountains can grant an increase to attributes, acquire the ability to see invisible monsters, find gold, perhaps some gems and a slender chance of a wish from a grateful water demon. Yet there's plenty of bad in fountains. Water demons can be angry then summon their friends for a beatdown. Other times water moccasins will slither out of the fountain and waylay an unwary adventurer.
Right now I'm disappointed that Munchkin is made for 3 or more players and usually I'm lucky to have two players.
Plus I'll be running a one-shot superhero game for our next session. For the uninitiated the players are playing themselves except they have superheroic powers and identities. I hope they have fun.
I'm at my wit's end. Unable to relax in my own apartment, unable to get comfortable in my own apartment, living at home as if I'm living at work has pushed me over the edge. So I tell them, much in the manner that my mother kicked me out, that they have to leave and I don't care where they go. Worst part is when I have to tell my father.
Must be something in the water out here in Colorado Springs which drives people to get inked and jabbed like some thirteen year old attention whore. Dad had jade disks stretching out his earlobes. I forget what those things are called. In addition to this he had several jade-topped piercings through his lower lip in addition to tattoos up and down his arms. I look him in the eye and start to give my spiel but I'm cracking up. Not because he looks ridiculous but the whole concept of kicking my parents out is hilarious to me. By the time I get to "I don't care where you go but you can't stay here" I'm rolling on the ground.
Did I mention that the backyard of my place looked like a cardboard and computer generated set from Babylon 5?
Dad's not pleased and my laughter isn't helping things so he pulls out the big guns. "When's the last time you touched your teeth? When's the last time you went to a dentist? Did something die in there? No wonder why the whole left side of your mouth is full of broken molars. Who are you to judge? We came out here for you!" By now I had stopped and couldn't believe his gall after letting him and my mother live under my roof in my cramped apartment that would probably be cramped in Tokyo rent-free. Things got ugly and I don't want to get into it.
