“We need another DPS,” my brother, Alex, tells me, as he wraps his hands.
We’re at our local mixed martial arts gym. That was the deal we had made – I would help him run his Star Wars: The Old Republic guild, but he had to start taking classes with me. I figured the two would balance out our social lives.
“Which are those again?” I ask, adjusting the straps of my gloves.
“Pretty much everythi- Ow. Am I doing this right?” he holds his left hand out to me.
I take my gloves off and check his hand. He’s wrapping it too tight – I loosen it for him.
“Are you guys talking about World of Warcraft?” some little guy who overheard our conversation asks. When I say little, I mean height wise. His arms do not look little.
“No,” Alex sneers. “We’re talking about Star Wars.”
“You sparring?” the guys asks him. I can sense malice in his voice. “I need a partner.”
“No!” I say, quickly. The last thing I want is for my brother to get his ass kicked at his first
class. Especially by some World of Warcraft player.
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Now that reporter Darrell Simmons and famed archaeologist/adventurer Monterey Jack have gone stark raving mad — a proud tradition for any Lovecraft hero — I’m left with two investigators running around trying to gather elder signs. One of them, private detective Joe Diamond, is clearly the hero of the rest of the game. The Graveyard, Something Has Broken Free, You Become That Which You Fear Most, Stay Away From The Windows, The Pleateau of Leng. Joe Diamond defeats them all, amassing relics, spells, weapons, powerful clues, and even elder signs!
Meanwhile Ashcan Pete, his pockets empty and his sanity waning, spends a lot of time failing adventures and then hanging out at the entrance to heal up.
In the end, one man is no match for Cthulhu, even if that man is Diamond Joe Diamond. One fateful midnight, we draw our final doom token and the world is devoured. My final score is 2,980, which is actually one of my better scores.
Shortly after my defeat, I play another game with the same team. No dice are ever locked. No one goes insane. We handily gather the required elder signs for a win, while the bad guys only ever get a handful of doom tokens. The stars align and I save the world. My final score is 4,540. That’s the thing about dice-based games. Sometimes you roll a one. Sometimes you roll a six.
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Friday. Time to gulp down your beverage and stare into that empty glass with a long look on your face. Weekends suck. That’s when my game time sinks to an all-time low. Fridays are like Mondays. Limited game time. The difference is that while Mondays are usually ramping up, Fridays are ramping down. The train ride is spent playing Out of the Park Baseball. Win, lose, doesn’t matter. I’m not gonna see it again until Monday morning.
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