Dude’s so pale that the last time he saw sunlight was probably 10 years ago. If he tries “outdoorsing”, he’ll turn to dust like he’d been dowsed by +20 holy water.
Better make sure they have a healer in their party. Oh, wait, the latest D&D version no longer has healers. Make that a cleric.
At least they are taking it outside. The one and only session in my house that deteriorated into spontaneous LARP resulted in the loss of two dining room chairs. (Sigh. I won’t say I miss my son’s weekly D&D games – feeding those teenagers was a chore – but I do remember them nostalgically. He still plays, but now he is an adult living in another state.)
Doing it wrong, we made our tabletop group ALWAYS bring their own gnoshes. I lived across the street from a mini-mall that had four food joints so we could and did make one or two food raids (you buy your own) on game night. Poor Taco John’s was open 24/7 and many a fritosNchili and potato oles order scarfed by me after 2 am. (proudly playing with funny dice since 1978)
If I can ever think of a funny reason for him to be selling firewood, then, by golly, firewood will be sold. Or I might just put it in there so I can say, “Hey, KNO3! Firewood!”
I get a kick out of the little bundles of firestuff, for a few hours burn, and it sells well at one of our stopNmunch gas places. Hubris has a few bundles for those people that want “EVERYTHING” for their weekend sleeping in the bugs (ahem, ‘Great Outdoors’)
LARP. Can be good. Can be awesome. Can be horrendously botched and cause ER visits. Looks like this one is heading for the latter.
(wonder if they are going to track through Lowell’s Magical Raccoon Woods?)
Dude’s so pale that the last time he saw sunlight was probably 10 years ago. If he tries “outdoorsing”, he’ll turn to dust like he’d been dowsed by +20 holy water.
Better make sure they have a healer in their party. Oh, wait, the latest D&D version no longer has healers. Make that a cleric.
At least they are taking it outside. The one and only session in my house that deteriorated into spontaneous LARP resulted in the loss of two dining room chairs. (Sigh. I won’t say I miss my son’s weekly D&D games – feeding those teenagers was a chore – but I do remember them nostalgically. He still plays, but now he is an adult living in another state.)
Doing it wrong, we made our tabletop group ALWAYS bring their own gnoshes. I lived across the street from a mini-mall that had four food joints so we could and did make one or two food raids (you buy your own) on game night. Poor Taco John’s was open 24/7 and many a fritosNchili and potato oles order scarfed by me after 2 am. (proudly playing with funny dice since 1978)
Geeks can do VERY well in campgrounds. Ask anyone at Pennsic!
Pennsic, dust and sunburn I have known. Have they ever gotten more than 31 on the rock?
Eh, hand them a copy of his inventory and claim it’s his equipment purchase list.
better ask bob or paste for a hand since they proably speak the d&d warriors lanquage maybe at least bob
Hey Greg, does Hubris sell firewood?
If I can ever think of a funny reason for him to be selling firewood, then, by golly, firewood will be sold. Or I might just put it in there so I can say, “Hey, KNO3! Firewood!”
I get a kick out of the little bundles of firestuff, for a few hours burn, and it sells well at one of our stopNmunch gas places. Hubris has a few bundles for those people that want “EVERYTHING” for their weekend sleeping in the bugs (ahem, ‘Great Outdoors’)
Yup. Teach um about an upside down fire, sell them a tent and some wood, and it’s easy entry outdoor fun.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ndonnv8iHhU
“Is that wood behind the counter, or are you just glad to see me?”