grammurai: Northern Mockingbird (Default)
2011-07-20 09:58 am
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Stop It

Stop it. Just stop. Stop taking my clothes, my things. Stop trying to carve
off pieces of me bigger than I'm willing to give you. I know you're hurting,
you're in pain. I'm trying to be there and be your friend but you keep
pushing me for more and more, just like when we were dating. If I didn't do
it then, what makes you think I can or will do it now?

Remember all the times you reminded me that I push too hard, trying to get
you to do school work or get to work on time or even make it to game?
Remember how you told me it makes you want to do the opposite? That street
runs two ways. It's why I'm hiding things from you, stuffing them into my
room or the car where you won't find them. Stop it.
grammurai: Northern Mockingbird (Default)
2011-07-10 09:55 am
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Game Night

Just finished either my last or next to last game with Erich, at Chrys and Blake's game. What a strange ride that game's been- I've had a lot of fun and a lot of agitation, but in the end it's been mainly agitation. The general sense of powerlessness and helplessness in the face of things wasn't exactly the sort of theme I was looking for in an experience designed to relax me. And since last night was all the night all the PCs who are being oppressed decided 'enough was enough', there was ample butthurt to go around.

It was a good experience in some ways because I at least managed to stay fairly calm. Combat always aggravates me, because I feel that if the game has devolved to the point where our characters are trying to injure each other, there's been a breakdown along the way. Now, yes, I do understand that sometimes it does come down to blows, between Kindred. But it isn't supposed to be the first, last, and only option to settle their problems. Though I do suppose another way to look at it is that I play for vastly different reasons than some people, being more fascinated with the sort of interpersonal relations Kindred develop with each other. I mean, predators willingly associating with other predators, 'because it's better than drinking alone'? I gobble that stuff up.

At the end of the night though, things were okay. The killbox didn't take too long and the guy who got the shaft handled it pretty well. Of course there were some tensions, but they were just the ultimate result of the way the STs had chosen to handle some situations- protip: never lie to your players.