Today is not a whinging about my health day.

A few months ago Captain and I finally let someone talk us into giving DnD 4.0 a try (verdict is still "I'm not impressed" btw). We are involved in two games at the moment, one that has been going on all that time and has already switched GMs once, and another that is just a short term module dungeon run that is being used in an attempt to drum up business for the local game store. We bought a Players Handbook and a DM Guide, so I figure thats sixty plus bucks the store wouldn't have received without the game, so yay?

Anyway, while I'm sort of attached to the character I made for the longer game and I've become invested in her backstory and all that stuff, I am having a blast playing with this short term character because she's not meant to be part of a long story arc.

She's a hobbit halfling barbarian named Callie Deathbringer. Four feet tall, pigtailed, with a high pitched voice and a battle cry that amounts to the noise that pig on that annoying insurance commercial makes when it goes racing down the street with the pinwheels. As a matter of fact, Callie even has a pair of crude, handmade pinwheels tucked into her pigtails BECAUSE of that commercial.

"I attempt to use Callie's Roar of Triumph. 'WHEEEEEEEE!'"

The rest of the party laughed at me when I introduced the character, but she's actually a little raging bladed whirlwind of death and high pitched girly squeals, and last night she did 65 points of damage in one hit to the level boss so ...

It's a good thing that the Saturday night game is full of gamers who don't take the came one hundred percent seriously. I mean, we follow the rules and we like to make things dead and all that, but we also like to have a bit of fun with our characters, give them a bit of personality. So Callie fits right in.

In totally unrelated news, I have been craving Hostess Fruit Pies (or some generic brand name equivalent) for weeks and NO ONE HAS THEM. We didn't get to Wal-Mart last night because the game ran late, so we had to go to the base commissary today because the Masters Golf thing starts tomorrow and I am not going into town to shop or eat for the next eight days, thanks. Anyway, the commissary had no fruit pies, either. I finally gave up and made poor Captain stop at a gas station in a last ditch effort and they had one single solitary cherry fruit pie, which I snatched up like it was gold.

I've been passing up Thin Mint ice cream in the hopes of finding fruit pies, people. I'm serious about this.

Today is not a whinging about my health day.

A few months ago Captain and I finally let someone talk us into giving DnD 4.0 a try (verdict is still "I'm not impressed" btw). We are involved in two games at the moment, one that has been going on all that time and has already switched GMs once, and another that is just a short term module dungeon run that is being used in an attempt to drum up business for the local game store. We bought a Players Handbook and a DM Guide, so I figure thats sixty plus bucks the store wouldn't have received without the game, so yay?

Anyway, while I'm sort of attached to the character I made for the longer game and I've become invested in her backstory and all that stuff, I am having a blast playing with this short term character because she's not meant to be part of a long story arc.

She's a hobbit halfling barbarian named Callie Deathbringer. Four feet tall, pigtailed, with a high pitched voice and a battle cry that amounts to the noise that pig on that annoying insurance commercial makes when it goes racing down the street with the pinwheels. As a matter of fact, Callie even has a pair of crude, handmade pinwheels tucked into her pigtails BECAUSE of that commercial.

"I attempt to use Callie's Roar of Triumph. 'WHEEEEEEEE!'"

The rest of the party laughed at me when I introduced the character, but she's actually a little raging bladed whirlwind of death and high pitched girly squeals, and last night she did 65 points of damage in one hit to the level boss so ...

It's a good thing that the Saturday night game is full of gamers who don't take the came one hundred percent seriously. I mean, we follow the rules and we like to make things dead and all that, but we also like to have a bit of fun with our characters, give them a bit of personality. So Callie fits right in.

In totally unrelated news, I have been craving Hostess Fruit Pies (or some generic brand name equivalent) for weeks and NO ONE HAS THEM. We didn't get to Wal-Mart last night because the game ran late, so we had to go to the base commissary today because the Masters Golf thing starts tomorrow and I am not going into town to shop or eat for the next eight days, thanks. Anyway, the commissary had no fruit pies, either. I finally gave up and made poor Captain stop at a gas station in a last ditch effort and they had one single solitary cherry fruit pie, which I snatched up like it was gold.

I've been passing up Thin Mint ice cream in the hopes of finding fruit pies, people. I'm serious about this.