All hail the keeper of the dough!

[kleenexwoman]

I am the new treasurer (next semester) of the campus Dungeons and Dragons club. God, I feel nerdier just typing that. I've suddenly acquired thick glasses, a nasal whine, and a bunch of pocket protectors.
There's no particular reason I'm the treasurer. Not, like, I have any skill with money or anything. I happen to be one of the few members who's actually paid the five dollars, so I got to be the one to second the nomination for the new president, a guy named either "Chris P." or "Crispy" who later threw a temper tantrum because his DM wasn't going exactly by the rulebook. Yay. So after I looked up from my stolen tuna sandwich to go, "Okay, seconded," we took the vote for treasurer, and someone yelled, "I nominate whoever seconded Chris for president!" "Whoever seconded Chris" mumbled "Okay, sure" into her tuna sandwich, and there was a short chant of "All hail Rachel!" Soooo...I got hailed.
Anyway, here's what I inherited from Bekka the short blonde monk:
• 1 (one) bigass lockbox with "MPGA" (Mount Pleasant Gaming Association) in duct tape on it
• 1 (one) lock without a combination
• Thirty-six (not enough) dollars from the responsible gamers who actually paid for their memberships
• A lot ($78.86. apparently) of debts from the freeloading dice-chuckers who haven't paid up yet
• A bunch (paper!) of surveys about what we want from a gaming club (answers: More Cheetos, tequila, stop interrupting our battle)
• Some (five or six) reciepts from various gaming stores for die, etc.
• Two (2) random pewter dwarf figurines
• One (teeth!) staple remover
• A film canister with $1.26 (two quarters, five dimes, four nickels, six pennies) of change in it
• Some (two) pencils
• Someone's old copy of "The Red Badge of Courage" (Stephen Crane), which I'm going to keep
• A copy of the MPGA constitution (+4)

The game itself was particularly fun tonight. There's just something about a halfling head-butting a 350-pound dwarf into a river of acid for suggesting that she mate with an orc that never fails to make me laugh until I throw up my tuna and Mountain Dew. Also the dwarf actually shitting on the fighter that showed up to steer us around the Evil Scary Forest of Scary Evilness. The player's a nice guy...his character is just an incredibly amusing asshole.
There's a series of fantasy books where the plots are all RPed by the authors, aren't there? I feel that this is cheating. The minutiae of the plots of role-playing games are of most interest and entertainment to those who actually were there, rolled the die, and fought for the Mint Double-Stuf Oreos over the gaming board. There's a novel in this somewhere.

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[wolf-heart9.livejournal.com]

...now that is just cool. I'd say that I wanted to join a D&D college club, but there would be no point in it for me. We've got three gaming groups/nights as it is. I think my brain would overload with too much more gaming.

I love what you inherited. That is just funny.

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

The player's a nice guy...his character is just an incredibly amusing asshole.

Ah, yes, those lovely players who act vicariously through their characters...why else do you think so many of my characters are extremely pretty gay men or childishly oblivious? ^_^

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

So the monkey-child-baby-boy in the Aryneth game was your inner self? Awwwwwwwwww. I really wanted to cuddle him.

I've still got to master the knack of acting vicariously through my characters. All my mages are...well, me. And I'm all mages, baybee.

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

Haha, you want to cuddle my inner-self. ^_^ One of them, anyway...

all my characters reflect some aspect of me, or some ideal I wish I had. Wolvern (that's his name) sort of encaptures my desire to just be an innocent little child of nature and shit.

[thatnoise.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

That wins for the most awesomely dorky thing ever award.