There is a guideline when playing Dungeons and Dragons that one should not piss off the Dungeon Master. That person holds the fate of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE in his (or her) hands. We always joked about the player who pissed off the DM to the point that “Cows begin falling from the heavens. Roll a saving throw.”
This guy’s name was Jason. He was a little Dwarven shitbag. We invited him to play D&D with us a few times. And somehow, he would either do something reckless, or was just plain unlucky with the dice and consequently, he got attacked by the monsters. He really took it personally, and it wasn’t at all. But he was convinced that we were against him.
He tried to get us to play star wars with him. We went as far as rolling characters, but by the time we got ready to play, it was just not that interesting so we would bag it.
I’m really pleased with the art for Jason. He didn’t really look that way, but I like the character.
Trivia: Jason is the reason I know how to say offensive things in Finnish. He had studied abroad and when drunk would tell us things.
Ah, like it was yesterday. There we were, playing Dungeons and Dragons, having the time of our lives. We got done about midnight and I suddenly remembered I had an econ final…five hours ago. I ended up getting a D in that class. But, in all fairness, I deserved an F. I slept through all the classes and did almost no work. I was not a good student. Somehow, I was graced with a professor who was kind and made me a deal: all the homework and I’d get a C. I delivered. He forgot the deal. Later, I reminded him and he went through the effort to change my grade.
You would think I learned from this experience. I didn’t. This same thing happened a few more times in my University career. It happened once with the same teacher. He let it slide the first time, but held my feet to the fire the second time (as he should). Again, I probably didn’t learn my lesson.
This is weird time warp. This event actually happened when I went back to college for my second BA. I was working the graveyard shift at the hotel, teaching Spanish for BSU and at 8am…all I wanted to do was count Z’s. Accounting, being what it is, was not helpful. And one day, I just nodded off. Hrk..grmph…zzzzz. My study mates were kind enough to nudge me awake the first few times, but eventually, I think I just left class and drove home (a very LONG drive). I don’t know how I did it.
Why the time warp? I decided when I created these that some stories went with certain topics better than certain time periods. I am scattered enough as it is plus following me across time (10 years) even though I’m talking about the same thing (college) would be confusing. I think I have a few more like this. Time will tell.
Maverick’s girlfriend as well as Ulrich’s ran track. One day, we decided to go watch. One of the young ladies was quite fetching. Later, we found out that she wore her hair in a side-pony because she hates the way her ears look. Frankly, we weren’t looking at her ears. The most interesting part of this story is that it involves a pretty girl who I didn’t ask out. I can’t remember why.
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