Yeah, this is exactly how we feel

Video: safe for work, mostly. Audio: totally, completely not safe for work. Extreeeeeemmmmmme Bunny (we don't love you).

Those were the good old days...

Ultimate Gamer!! GM says drop 2d10, aanndd... you roll 76% !

What, are you a first generation gamer? Did you own the brown box?! Whatever you do in your spare time, gaming seems to be your job. Either you looked up the answers or you're the best of the best, the type that makes other gamers strive to know more. Just don't let the knowledge overwhelm the newbies, it tends to push them from the hobby. We all bow before you. You are the living nat 20, congradulations. I'm going to flee the scene now ;)

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on dice

Link: The Real Gamers use Dice Test written by luminasita on Ok Cupid

Oh, and the answers are: yes, I'm a first-generation gamer (1979) and yes, I owned the Brown Box, with two of the first three supplements! (Somehow, I never managed to score a copy of the original Greyhawk.) Muwahahahaha! I remember the game shop in my town; it was six miles from where I lived and I rode my bicycle there on a regular basis, just to pick up new stuff, all through the eighties.

I was also a big boardgamer. My favorite game, even though I was terrible at it, was Ogre/GEV. I'm probably the last guy on the planet to remember the rules for ice & snow, satellite coverage, integrating Rivets into the game, and the formula for building a SuperHeavy Tank.

Talking to myself...

So, this evening, after dinner, I cut up some chunks of high-density Schaffenberger chocolate and gave some to myself and some to fallenpegasus, who had come over for a visit, while Omaha and Kouryou-chan enjoyed their Sees confections. Later in the evening, as I was pouring myself a glass of milk, I looked down at the cutting board and noticed a bit of brown powder left on the cutting board.

"Dude," I said to myself, "You can't leave that there."

"But it's just the shavings," I said.

"But that chocolate costs more than a dollar an ounce. You can't let that stuff go to waste like that."

"There's barely enough there for flavor. It's not worth it."

"Dude," I said, "You could always snort it!"

Sometimes, my imagination has way too vivid an imagination.