Spent Australia’s national day roleplaying. I am not entirely sure it is a very Australian thing to do, especially since all our RP characters are American, but it was fun. It was only supposed to be a short game to wrap up our current campaign before moving on to a new gaming system, but it ran for about 5 hours. One hour of that was spent debating if a character should go back to the hotel and get a new pair of pants as his current ones were covered in blood. Ahhh, the joys of roleplaying.
Here is a whole lot of quotes from today.
|Vron: I’m so going to run an adventure where male virgins are sacrificed.|
|Vron: Don’t underestimate the usefulness of invisible transportation. It worked for Wonder Woman!|
|Nashwa: That’s okay, I own the media.|
|Meg: She seconded a Lear Jet. I don’t think a police car is going to be a problem.|
|Hibbs: I need clean pants.|
|Bree: Quick! We must spring into action!
Nashwa: You spring into action. I’m going to visit my henchman.
|Bree: Why does she get all the nookie?|
|Nashwa: I’m calling him my driver at this point, because henchman sounds so Machiavellian.|
|– Where’s Hibbs when you need him?
– He needed pants.
|Hibbs: I have pants – can you take me to them?|
|GM: HIBBS PACKED PANTS! I’m telling you, the man has pants!|
|GM: The next person to mention that he’s not wearing pants is losing some XP!|
|Bree: I commandeered the car, I’m driving it.
Nashwa: You didn’t fly the Lear Jet.
|(As the evil trio go up in flames)
Hibbs: I’m troubled by this.
Bree: Can you be troubled in the SUV?
|GM: Never again will Hibbs be allowed to wear pants.|
|(The party stumble across a burned girl at the firefront)
– Who is she?
– Is she wearing an amulet?
– Is she naked?
– Does she need pants?
|Bree: You didn’t tell me you’d had nookie with the wolf.
Nashwa: I had nookie with the wolf?
|Agent Bailey: We can come over for a quick debrief.
Hibbs: No pants?
|Bree: Is there anyone not dating Lauren [Jackson] in this universe?|
|GM: What’re you doing?
Vron: I’m not doing anything. I’m taking one of those player pauses.
|Hibbs: Can we not kill the FBI agent?|
|Agent Bailey: She’ll get you a new [car]. She’s got lots of money.
Nashwa: I hope you’ve got lots of heads!
|Nashwa: What are you? Superman’s evil spawn?|
|Nashwa: You’re what would happen if Superman and Batman exploded in a blender! With Brittany Murphy added for smilie value!|
|Nashwa: I’m not evil, but you make me want to be.|
|Bree: Can you not pimp the wolf?|
|Vron: That’s cruel and unusual punishment to a fellow gamer.
Meg: Which should be encouraged. Unlike Mariah Carey.
|Nashwa: I’ve got a vision of love in my head.|
|Lela: Quickly! Action sequence! … let’s look at rulebooks.|
|Jaast: Don’t you want to be human again?
Nashwa: Yes, all the time.
Hibbs: And that’s why you’re always going “oh, lucky I’m a vampire or…”
Nashwa: Okay, you’re right. I’m bluffing.
|(The PCs are trying to work a spell that depends on swiftly collecting blood from an unwillingly summoned villain)
Nashwa: If only we could work out where the blood would splatter!
Meg: [looking at her FBI Forensic Analyst character sheet] I’ve got three points in Forensics.
|Nashwa: I’m gonna get more than blood on me.
GM: Yeah, you’re going to get a liver.
Nashwa: If only I was that kind of vampire. It’d be like raining fairy floss.
|Nashwa: At the first sign of danger, Hibbs will probably throw himself on top of you because he has to be all manly-man. Only not that sort of manly-manliness, because he’s not that sort of manly man.|
|Nashwa: Have you ever seen a wolf lost for words?
|Bree: Shoot to kill? She’s in a tree!|