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Sunday, August 28th, 2005 01:59 pm
The other day I asked you guys if I was geeky or not because whenever I hear "AD&D Insurance" I always think of Advanced Dungeons & Dragons, not Accidental Death & Dismemberment.1 The consensus then was that I was not geeky (although, as one person pointed out, I was asking, perhaps, the wrong crowd if I wanted objective opinions); that was, indeed, what it must mean.

I now present to you the next stage of my geekiness. I found a website the other night that has gaming dice for sale. Very nice gaming dice. My paltry 26 dice
simply are not enough to keep the geek lobe of my brain happy. I ordered their Cloth Skull Bag with Dice. It's a pound of dice in a nice cloth skull bag (I could have gotten the leather, but that seemed a bit over-the-top, even to me). You can see the skull bag, full of dice, in that picture up above.

Now, however, my geek lobe is sighing contentedly. I went from having 26 dice to

197. :) Actually, four of those dice are my souvenirs from Las Vegas last April. The four huge, red 6-sided dice are from The Bellagio gift shop.

For those interested, that breaks down to 14d4, 89d6, 35d8, 21d10, 17d12, 21d20.

Some of you just upped my geek quotient in your minds to "Oh My God It's Moving Towards Me" or perhaps even "*backs away slowly*." And some of you just outed yourselves because you're thinking of counting yours and comparing. You know who you are. :)
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Thagnor the Half-Troll Fighter: "Okay, I'm going to open the door." [screen caption: Thagnor, policy holder since the 18th year of Emperor Kharkon's Dark Reign]

GM: "How are you going to open it?"

Thagnor: "I'm just going to reach out my hand and turn the--"

Eigenar the Half-Elf Mage: "Uh, Thagnor, I don't think that's such a great--"

GM: "ZORCH! A 50-die fireball just fried you both to a crisp!"

Eigenar: "Oh, way to go, asshole! All that development time...." [rips character sheet in half, gets up from table, fuming, and leaves room]

Thagnor: [Facepalms] "Damn. Well, thank Loki I had Mutual of Mordor's AD&D Insurance! Now my NPC henchmen won't be faced with my 'final costs'--"

GM: "Uh, your body is ashes, Thagnor. There's really nothing left to bury. In fact," [rolls d20] "a brisk wind comes along and disperses--"

Eigenar: [indistinct cursing from next room]

Thagnor: "--'final costs' alone. Mutual of Mordor: Just Leave Everything to Us.™" [small print: Because we'll murder, rape, and pillage until we get it, anyway.™]

GM: [Looks around] "Who the hell are you talking to?"
[fade to black just as a ripe avocado comes sailing out of the next room towards Thagnor's head]
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 07:37 pm (UTC)
And to think I was exceedingly happy obout my purchase of a very pretty black rainbow metalic pearlesent d20, the white on blue d30 and my 5th d6 the other day... A lb of dice! I drool in envy. If only I could afford such luxury! Altho, I was wondering what I would do with the 10 d10's I have... but to have 21? You could play WereWolf... twice... at the same time...
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 07:52 pm (UTC)
We're doing AD&D right now. Care to hear what a crazy Gnome Bard/Scout does when confronted with a young white dragon?
Monday, August 29th, 2005 05:40 am (UTC)
Careful... this is a family newspaper.
Monday, August 29th, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
Oh this is perfectly family safe. I'm not /that/ kind of gamer. Anyhow, here goes, it's good for a chuckle. Well, so my party of 3 is in a cave network. It's slanting down and down, but then there's a 10 foot ledge on one side. Our party consists of a 5'1" Dwarf cleric/something, a 7 foot human warlock/fighter and me, a 4'1" gnome bard/scout. We're all around level 4. So, the human decides he's going to climb up onto the ledge, but he keeps failing. Then he decides to pick up the gnome (me) and toss her up onto the ledge. Hey, that works. So I'm up there failing every spot check imaginable while the human tosses up the dwarf and then climbs up, successfully this time. Well, Spot check successful as soon as they get up there and what do I noticed standing not 4 feet from me? A young white dragon. Oi. So, what does a crazy gnome do but JUMP back down! NO harm done, tumble roll successful. Dwarf and Human fight dragon, start getting hurt, and I spend the next 10 rounds trying to get BACK up on the ledge, forgetting completely that I have a wand of levitation in my backpack. Badumpching.
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 03:26 am (UTC)
Oh, it was a human paladin, not a warlock. OOpsy.
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 07:55 pm (UTC)
Heh!

A few months ago, I admitted to Eric that I am a collector. I know this shocks no one, especially anyone who's seen (much less had to live with) the Doll Collection *insert heavenly cord here*, which currently takes up one room, 2 closets, and a walk-in closet.

Doll Collection aside... I said to my beloved spouse, "I am a collector. I have always been a collector, and I will always be a collector. I need to learn to collect something... small..." He immediately responded with dice.

Foolish man! I set forth with my new dice collecting passion immediately. I'll post pictures for you sometime. :)
Monday, August 29th, 2005 03:34 pm (UTC)
Hey, I'm a collector too.. Only I collect anything that interests me!
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC)
You have no d5s, d7s, d14s, d24, d30s, or d100s.
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 11:54 pm (UTC)
Why?
Monday, August 29th, 2005 10:24 pm (UTC)
Was just curious... I confess, I used to collect dice when I played GURPS and other games ... I liked the sound and the weight and the feel, and I had certain superstitions ... certain colors I'd use at different times or for different campaigns ... this was back when I was poor and had to save my money to buy a single pair and it was a really big deal ... and then I LOST them all in one shot!!! Havent owned another pair since.
d:(
Monday, August 29th, 2005 02:59 am (UTC)
One of my more geekly moments: at a party recently, two people I know fairly well were exchanging directions to another event later that evening. One of them said something along the lines of the following; "Oh sure, just go 2 to 95, head to Waltham then take 20."... to which I chimed in with "What, that way you automatically arrive?". Net result; One blank stare, two groans, and a couch cushion to the back of the head.