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All I can figure is that Captain suddenly turns into a furnace at some point during the night and starts giving off fifty bajillion degrees of heat that makes me end up rolling out of bed at five something in the morning because OMG TOO HOT!
I even stumbled out to the living room to check the brand new thermostat to make sure it wasn't randomly trying to broil me alive again. (Seriously, yesterday afternoon it decided that instead of being 72 degrees like we set it, it should really be 85, and by the time I noticed it was getting warmer, it was nearly up to 80 and I was all "NOOOO, stop that, bad thermostat!" and then I made Captain read the instructions and supposedly he reprogrammed it to stop defaulting to 85 three times a day for no real reason.)
Anywho, while I was standing in the kitchen because I was thirsty (because OMG TOO HOT!) and trying to convince myself that an oatmeal cream pie doesn't actually count as a breakfast food just because it has oatmeal in it (I ate one anyway, oops) I had the bestest idea for a RPG EVAH!
A Star Wars/Lovecraftian cross-over!
And then Captain woke up and totally burst my bubble by handing me a copy of Death Troopers, which is a Star Wars/Zombie horror novel.
Also, I have an exchange fic to finish before I can let myself be distracted by all the plotty detail things necessary for world building an RPG. AND, even if I had the time to do it right now, it will be nearly impossible to find people to play my (hopefully) creepy, creepy Star Wars/Lovecraftian game because sometimes hard-core gamer dudes are all "Sure, chicks can play with us because we like the idea of being around people who smell nice once in awhile. BUT chicks can't GM because that would be silly, and what do chicks really know about monsters/Star Wars/how to be a furry-footed burrower?" I know, I know, I'm totally using stereotypes about gamer dudes, bad Miah, but it really is difficult to find people willing to trust a new GM. Sometimes doubly so when the new GM is a girl. Even if she has run a game or ten before.
So, I run the risk of putting a lot of work into world/mythos/lore building only to find out I have no one but Captain to run a game for. If you consider that Captain is sort of more informed about the Star Wars universe than I am (also, he has some absurd need to actually apply physics to things when I tend to go more toward dramatic comedy shenanigans), and he totally has more knowledge of all things Lovecraft... it could be a very boring/annoying game for both of us if he's my only player.
Also, there would be sniping at each other, because that's what we do when one of us is running a game. We argue over things like obscure rules and physics and canon and whether or not that sentient tree with the leafy tentacles really would have a resistance to blaster bolts or if I was just making that up to annoy my husband. (Short answer? Yes to the second.)
Anywho, this is me making a note for when Captain goes to WLC in a few weeks, reminding myself that I should be done with my Exchange fic by then (knock on wood, fingers crossed, salt over the shoulder) and therefore should have the time to work on an awesomesauce storyline for my totally original and not at all done to death RPG idea.
Now, it's been three hours since I woke up, Captain has left for work, the bed should be cool again, I think it's nap time.
I even stumbled out to the living room to check the brand new thermostat to make sure it wasn't randomly trying to broil me alive again. (Seriously, yesterday afternoon it decided that instead of being 72 degrees like we set it, it should really be 85, and by the time I noticed it was getting warmer, it was nearly up to 80 and I was all "NOOOO, stop that, bad thermostat!" and then I made Captain read the instructions and supposedly he reprogrammed it to stop defaulting to 85 three times a day for no real reason.)
Anywho, while I was standing in the kitchen because I was thirsty (because OMG TOO HOT!) and trying to convince myself that an oatmeal cream pie doesn't actually count as a breakfast food just because it has oatmeal in it (I ate one anyway, oops) I had the bestest idea for a RPG EVAH!
A Star Wars/Lovecraftian cross-over!
And then Captain woke up and totally burst my bubble by handing me a copy of Death Troopers, which is a Star Wars/Zombie horror novel.
Also, I have an exchange fic to finish before I can let myself be distracted by all the plotty detail things necessary for world building an RPG. AND, even if I had the time to do it right now, it will be nearly impossible to find people to play my (hopefully) creepy, creepy Star Wars/Lovecraftian game because sometimes hard-core gamer dudes are all "Sure, chicks can play with us because we like the idea of being around people who smell nice once in awhile. BUT chicks can't GM because that would be silly, and what do chicks really know about monsters/Star Wars/how to be a furry-footed burrower?" I know, I know, I'm totally using stereotypes about gamer dudes, bad Miah, but it really is difficult to find people willing to trust a new GM. Sometimes doubly so when the new GM is a girl. Even if she has run a game or ten before.
So, I run the risk of putting a lot of work into world/mythos/lore building only to find out I have no one but Captain to run a game for. If you consider that Captain is sort of more informed about the Star Wars universe than I am (also, he has some absurd need to actually apply physics to things when I tend to go more toward dramatic comedy shenanigans), and he totally has more knowledge of all things Lovecraft... it could be a very boring/annoying game for both of us if he's my only player.
Also, there would be sniping at each other, because that's what we do when one of us is running a game. We argue over things like obscure rules and physics and canon and whether or not that sentient tree with the leafy tentacles really would have a resistance to blaster bolts or if I was just making that up to annoy my husband. (Short answer? Yes to the second.)
Anywho, this is me making a note for when Captain goes to WLC in a few weeks, reminding myself that I should be done with my Exchange fic by then (knock on wood, fingers crossed, salt over the shoulder) and therefore should have the time to work on an awesomesauce storyline for my totally original and not at all done to death RPG idea.
Now, it's been three hours since I woke up, Captain has left for work, the bed should be cool again, I think it's nap time.
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