'Fucks sake Karen. Play your character more carefully or I'll do something to teach you some fucking self preservation.'
'I told you before, Andy, that's my character's personality. Rash! Quick to anger! Hell, I put this in my back story. You had your chance to veto it!'
I checked my chronometer. We were 56 minutes into this session. The two friends argued over character sheets and RNGs, while Ben and I rolled our eyes and distracted ourselves. Thousands of shards of ferroliquid display loomed above the table, simulating weather. Currently it was raining fire.
'I had considered the possibility that you would be mature enough to play it sensibly. Clearly I was mistaken!'
'Fuck you!' Karen ripped up her character sheet with a level of drama reserved for the faux-angry. Truth was this happened at least once a session. It was tradition, and we had all come to expect it. No-one really minded. Actually, we suspected that there was something going on between them. I made a mental note to ask Andy about it. Social drama. Far more interesting than the shite you get on the entertainmentfeeds.
Karen shoved her seat aside, moving to leave. Right on cue, Ben send a single word message to her retinal display.
'Karen...'
That was all that was needed to stop her. She didn't want to leave and we didn't want her to leave, however pride dictated that she put up a little more resistance, and like clockwork, she shrugged Rich's hand away.
I logged in. 'Come on Karen. You know he has a point. You did almost cause a TPK.' I smiled. Karen sighed.
'Yeah, yeah. Sorry Andy.' She picked up her character sheet and let the smartpaper knit itself back together.
Andy smiled, pulled on his GMing hat and reopened his feedscreen. 'Ok, let's get moving. Roll for perception guys.'
'16.'
'13.'
'Yes! Natural 20!'
'You all see a pair of eyes watching you from the corner of the roo-'
'I shoot incendiary bolts at it!'
Just like that, nothing had happened. Like I said. Tradition.
The weather had changed to breezy sunshine. Karen shot Andy a look. They were definitely fucking. I smiled inwardly. It didn't really matter. As long as they kept it out of the game.
'I told you before, Andy, that's my character's personality. Rash! Quick to anger! Hell, I put this in my back story. You had your chance to veto it!'
I checked my chronometer. We were 56 minutes into this session. The two friends argued over character sheets and RNGs, while Ben and I rolled our eyes and distracted ourselves. Thousands of shards of ferroliquid display loomed above the table, simulating weather. Currently it was raining fire.
'I had considered the possibility that you would be mature enough to play it sensibly. Clearly I was mistaken!'
'Fuck you!' Karen ripped up her character sheet with a level of drama reserved for the faux-angry. Truth was this happened at least once a session. It was tradition, and we had all come to expect it. No-one really minded. Actually, we suspected that there was something going on between them. I made a mental note to ask Andy about it. Social drama. Far more interesting than the shite you get on the entertainmentfeeds.
Karen shoved her seat aside, moving to leave. Right on cue, Ben send a single word message to her retinal display.
'Karen...'
That was all that was needed to stop her. She didn't want to leave and we didn't want her to leave, however pride dictated that she put up a little more resistance, and like clockwork, she shrugged Rich's hand away.
I logged in. 'Come on Karen. You know he has a point. You did almost cause a TPK.' I smiled. Karen sighed.
'Yeah, yeah. Sorry Andy.' She picked up her character sheet and let the smartpaper knit itself back together.
Andy smiled, pulled on his GMing hat and reopened his feedscreen. 'Ok, let's get moving. Roll for perception guys.'
'16.'
'13.'
'Yes! Natural 20!'
'You all see a pair of eyes watching you from the corner of the roo-'
'I shoot incendiary bolts at it!'
Just like that, nothing had happened. Like I said. Tradition.
The weather had changed to breezy sunshine. Karen shot Andy a look. They were definitely fucking. I smiled inwardly. It didn't really matter. As long as they kept it out of the game.
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