A to the Goth

Looks like I'm of to Whitby... better find some rags to hair, some books to read and the will to sleep in for mornings... well no.3 should be easy :)

I'll just need something to stop me having a fit from EQ deprivation now...

Caption competition?

"Mr. President, we have Bill Gates, give us 3 billion dollars, or we'll release him"

And which headphone do you put in first?

Left speaker first, right hand free for mischief. Expression is still bubbling at the edge for me at the moment, burbling like some kind of overdone soup with a thick crust and croutons floating around as microbes man the lifeboats and run across the temporary land bridges from crouton to crouton in an effort to reach the new and promised land beyond their own fair shores. If it's chicken soup, they're probably doomed. Hmmm, inherent soup density and viscosity... probably oxtail, tomato, chicken; other variants would have to take a ticket for grading. Grading soup? For their 'S' levels? "Name three ways to cook yourself without the aid of a pan." It's a lonely life as a soup once you're away from the soupermarker, waiting on the shelf for your untimely demise but having yourself boiled in a pan or subjected to dizzying rotation whilst being bombarded by radiation. And then... we eat this stuff. Weaker, that's what we are; no more freshly killed caribou for us, we have to boil, bake and burn the stuff before we can eat it; and I don't see any bears with calor gas mobile grills - so who's better off? Then again, I don't see any bears with X-Box's either... hmmm, so it's 2 for 2 for the bears, 3rd quarter, first down, sixth commercial break as the pack breaks and the ball goes up up into the air. The quarterback makes a break for it and he's down midfield moving like a streak of lightning, but no, he runs straight into the kodiak and oh, that's a limb... maybe a leg... we're not sure here but boy the crowd are loving it. Of course they have to cheer or the cyanide injectors in their seats fire into their legs, but hey I think that was the greatest innovation in crowd participation since the flame thrower for the hot dog stall. Least we know where the meat comes from now. And yes, I think that's a touchdown, or maybe one of the players heads, we're still not sure because the camera is completely gore splattered and the pictures going pretty red, can I stop commentating now? Is my chair disarmed, I have to keep going... keep going like... yes, I believe it is! The Eveready bunny is on the pitch with an AK47 and is laying suppressive fire into the team trenches and the referee, well I bet noone saw that one coming; Brian?

Cam by any other name would smell as sweet

{Snip from another thread I commented on}

Relativity; thats what it's about. I am relative to you and am relative to everyone else. IC vamprically speaking that is.

But any vampire with just basic disciplines is incredibly powerful; in superhero like proportions compared to your basic plebby mortal, who a lot of the focus of the world (they are the most populous being) could be gauged against.

But no, players gauge against player, and we as the human race are an inheriantly competitive lot and generally speaking we like to win and be better than our peers, hence we like to have more powerful characters, hence we like to play elders and be more gribbly than thou.

What would I do? I'd make enforced elder limits, like influence; ie, the cam would have 1 6th gen slot, 2 7th gen slots 4 8th gen slots 8 9th gen slots, and so on... would this be popular? Heck no. Would this make elders rare and more respected, I'd think so. Would this ever happen? Strap 747 wings to a potbellied pig and tell me ;)

But then this is a ~game~ it's about playing and workability it is *never* going to be like Canon, because canon is a closed system that tabletop only inflicts a minor section (4 players or so usually) on a world that is defined and categorised completely elsewhere, ratios are maintained, "balance" is there.

In a WOD-world where most of the people are players then ratios will slide...