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Mar. 26th, 2002 01:27 pmI hit the Sleep-Dep wall at about 10:30 last night, and crashed. I left Amber Nights early. This never happens!
Yes, I am an addict. After eight Amber games in four days, I get home and what do I do? Game some more. :-)
Slept like a pile of bricks until I woke around seven to the sound of a small voice saying "Mommy! Where are you?" "I'm in my room, Rosa." "Mommy, where are you?" "In bed, Rosa, come to mommy's room." And a rather smelly toddler climbed into bed with me for a few minutes' snuggle. She got bored, and went to look out the window. "Look mommy, it snowed!" And so it had. The ground was covered with a couple of inches of wet gloppy snow. It's quickly turning to slush, now.
I still owe a report on the last three games.
Slot 6: The Doom that Came to Amber, by Bolthy. I played Llewella Marsh, silent film star, as an Opener. She made an alliance with Random Flaumel almost immediately, and cemented it with a night of sex. He had no particular preference but joined her side; they then forged an alliance with Bleys and Fiona West of the Tir na'Nogth Asylum. Everything seemed to be going along swimmingly, until Fiona turned out to have been doublecrossing us. She was a Closer. Oh well. I had a marvelous time playing cagey and trying to get information out of people without giving any away.
Slot 7: And He Called for His Fiddlers Three, by Sarah Bear. Another talky game (my favorite kind). We actually spent well over an hour on a series of conversations about philosophy and ethics: should my character Marcella destroy shadow beings to avenge her foster parents? By the end of the game she had finally taken in the fact that she was indeed nearly immortal and by the standards she'd known, more than powerful.
Slot 8: Weirmoomin, also by Sarah Bear. Absurd heights of silliness and vulgarity. I was by far the quietest person in the game, but that's alright. I laughed harder than I have in weeks, and my face ached afterwards. Yet another of my characters got laid. It seemed to be against his will, but he was pretending. He liked it that way. Oberon the submissive. It explains so much.
Yes, I am an addict. After eight Amber games in four days, I get home and what do I do? Game some more. :-)
Slept like a pile of bricks until I woke around seven to the sound of a small voice saying "Mommy! Where are you?" "I'm in my room, Rosa." "Mommy, where are you?" "In bed, Rosa, come to mommy's room." And a rather smelly toddler climbed into bed with me for a few minutes' snuggle. She got bored, and went to look out the window. "Look mommy, it snowed!" And so it had. The ground was covered with a couple of inches of wet gloppy snow. It's quickly turning to slush, now.
I still owe a report on the last three games.
Slot 6: The Doom that Came to Amber, by Bolthy. I played Llewella Marsh, silent film star, as an Opener. She made an alliance with Random Flaumel almost immediately, and cemented it with a night of sex. He had no particular preference but joined her side; they then forged an alliance with Bleys and Fiona West of the Tir na'Nogth Asylum. Everything seemed to be going along swimmingly, until Fiona turned out to have been doublecrossing us. She was a Closer. Oh well. I had a marvelous time playing cagey and trying to get information out of people without giving any away.
Slot 7: And He Called for His Fiddlers Three, by Sarah Bear. Another talky game (my favorite kind). We actually spent well over an hour on a series of conversations about philosophy and ethics: should my character Marcella destroy shadow beings to avenge her foster parents? By the end of the game she had finally taken in the fact that she was indeed nearly immortal and by the standards she'd known, more than powerful.
Slot 8: Weirmoomin, also by Sarah Bear. Absurd heights of silliness and vulgarity. I was by far the quietest person in the game, but that's alright. I laughed harder than I have in weeks, and my face ached afterwards. Yet another of my characters got laid. It seemed to be against his will, but he was pretending. He liked it that way. Oberon the submissive. It explains so much.
