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Post by geneweigel on May 13, 2016 12:28:07 GMT -5
I was digging for "Wild Coast" game notes and found some notes on converting "The Inn" into "the"Green Dragon Inn". The converted map is long gone (stolen?) but this what I wrote before I drew it: FRONT:  BACK:  The stage was to make it have a Western feel. and this is the tossed in a box "The Inn" from 1982 to 1984 that I brought back for the restored "de-Greyhawked" campaign. Notice no stage originally and treasure chests to keep your treasure safe? Yes its that... AWESOME!  Here:  |
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Post by Scott on May 13, 2016 13:06:45 GMT -5
Wow, that is impressive record keeping.
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Post by geneweigel on May 13, 2016 16:15:29 GMT -5
The folder that old city map was in was a magazine box so some stuff is preserved by chance. I wish that I had filled out those adventure logs for each adventure.
I don't even have my original DM Guide and Players Handbook those someone walked away from a T1 game in 1988 two books richer and totally screwed me over for a few years (1993?) and of course thats how I realized that 2E suuuuuuhhhhhcked!.
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Post by geneweigel on May 13, 2016 17:59:44 GMT -5
If I knew that all I had to do was go to a convention to get a pile of books I would have a lot sooner!
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Post by geneweigel on May 16, 2016 12:46:50 GMT -5
Heh, the other day I had tried to figure what year it was that I got the replacement D&D books and it was my cousin's wedding was the same day. Ugh, SHUDDER that was the daughter of the Uncle who had me digging ditches/cutting lumber from sunrise to sunset without any form of pay from when I was in kindergarten until my mid-20's. So obnoxious. She, my cousin, was the one that I liked so much when I was little. She is now so far gone a snob that I think she just might be a David Iche reptilian... |
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Post by Scott on May 17, 2016 8:01:02 GMT -5
Oh man, I've seen that syndrome. I know a few that would have fit right in on Duck Dynasty. But they were attractive, and ended up as snobby trophy wives.
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Post by geneweigel on May 17, 2016 9:07:14 GMT -5
Heh, it was like my GF could not believe, at the time, how dark these people could be. I must have come across like Ash from the EVIL DEAD. "Its a trick. Get an ax!"
She was told we were in the wedding party and there was going to be a "real party" afterwards. So she force marched me to get the measurements for the designated tuxedo and I was still not going in my mind. The day of the wedding I went to the "Council of Five Nations" RPG convention in Schenectady which had been the plan.
I called her to tell her that I would pick her up to go to the reception after it had started and you'd think I was the fucking meanest fucker in creation by the way she was acting. So I had to leave the con RIGHT NOW (with purchase of a new PHB and DMG, of course!). Get dressed and I show up at the church. Am told by Uncle who has different tuxedo to hold the door for the "old people" and everyone is old apparently. Then at last the wedding party arrives. Wait! What? The actual wedding party? Yes, and they have the same completely different tuxedos like my uncle has on! So basically I now look like a server with my standard tux.
Wait! It gets better there is no after party and I rented a hotel room even though I lived right next to the reception for absolutely nothing.
No reimbursement. No apology. Bunch of excuses from others like "They were too busy and they didn't want drunk drivers leaving their reception." Yeah! I was never intoxicated once in front of these people. Total burn.
I had stopped off at the family country house the next year and the cousin with her new hubby pull up expecting my selfish sister to be there (as usual she dropped herself off the face of the Earth) and decide to unload their full bore douchebag world view on me instead. I had never really heard this asshole before but you want to talk about chaotic evil? This was Orcus in the flesh as far as entitlement and braggadacio. He insisted on being called "F.X.". He pulls my cigar out of my mouth, steps on it and insists that I smoke another extremely expensive cigar. I mean, I was all choked out at the bottom of that cigar that I was smoking for one but that part of the story is just ephemera. This guy is giving me a sermon about diamond quality for a fucking hour and insisting that I don't waste that cigar the entire time. As I'm trying to escape, I'm being reminded that I was given a cigar. You can't make this shit up!
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