…and after the 50th time my little cousin said that at today’s family get-together, I went to the car and got the dice. Three small children between the ages of 6 and 10 got to play (a very loose, impromptu, anything-goes version of) D&D for the first time ever. I titled it, “Save the Princess.”
My niece played a wizard, while the bored cousin played a fighter, who gradually evolved into the equivalent of a rogue/eldritch knight, and the other cousin played a cleric. These are the ensuing things my young players said.
DM: You are all staying at an inn tonight. It’s like a hotel. Wizard: Is there a pool?! DM: … why not. Wizard: I’ll get my bathing suit! —————-
DM: The man who was reading the book in the lobby last night comes up to you guys. NPC-Druid: I’m going to get to the dragon first, turn into a bear, and kill him! Fighter: There’s going to be bear traps! DM: Roll to persuade him there’s going to be traps. NPC rolls a 3, and the Fighter rolls a 7. DM: The guy with the book starts crying and goes back to his room. —————-
DM: A pony is 20 dollars, a horse is 50 dollars, and an invisible horse is 70 dollars. Wizard: Ooooo! Let’s buy a pony! Cleric: YEAH! Wizard: It’s white with polka dots, okay! Cleric: YEAH!
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Fighter: I want to put a bottomless hole under the wolf! (rolls too low). DM: You put a hole next to the wolf. Cleric: I want to put the wolf to sleep. (rolls high enough). DM: Alright, he’s asleep now. Wizard: I’m going to push the wolf into the bottomless hole.
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Wizard: I want to cast a spell to put bugs in his shirt… Is the dragon wearing a shirt? —————-
The saddest part about the campaign was that the dragon didn’t get one hit off on the players. The wizard, however: poisoned it, burned it, summoned a rock that fell on its head, summoned a swarm of insects that got in its scales and bit it a lot, and the fighter made it incapable of breathing fire. This is how the dice fell, and this is how the dragon died.
It pleases me greatly to note that one of the first five words spoken by Daughter of Echolalaphile is “ ‘gain.”
Watching an anime on Crunchyroll. It’s called “Hourou Musuko Wandering Son.” It’s… one of the few works about trans people I’ve encountered that’s actually about trans people, rather than being about the cis experience of having trans people exist.
I’ve only seen the first two episodes so far, but it’s quite well-made. The same artist who created “Sweet Blue Flower,” the first anime I’ve ever seen that used the words “lesbian” and “bisexual,” wrote the original manga.
The first episode was a hard watch, but it was also really, really… true.
I think I can recommend this one.
Put this on my TV blog, but wanted to show it to followers of my main blog too.
im reblogging this again because in 10 days i am finally going to meet my best friend of two years for the first time irl, who is the person i made this post about
anything is possible yall keep holding onto those Eventuallys because someday they might become Very Soons
man it’s super cute seeing everyone tag their far away besties.
and then immediately applied Tim Horton’s coffee and massive quantities of poutine to a very jetlagged Briton, to innoculate her against local diseases
massive success
And THEN dragged her up a mountain and down again the very next day XDD
It was nice to be back in New York, Steve thought, after touring the whole country with the Star Spangled Show. Even better, once the show was done here, they were going overseas – not into combat, but at least it was a start. It made him cheer up just to think about it, and he maybe threw a little extra flair into the show every night, took a little extra time at the stage door.
“What’s your name?” he asked, crouching to get on eye-level with the little girl who had been patiently waiting behind several taller, pushier people.
“Ruth,” she said shyly, offering him her autograph book.
“Lovely name,” he replied. “Did you like the show?”
She nodded. “I liked the dancing.”
“You gonna be a dancer when you grow up?”
“Nuh uh,” she said.
“What’re you gonna be?”
“A judge,” she said.
“Yeah? You gonna make sure justice is done?”
She nodded soberly.
“Well, Ruth, you gotta study hard, you know that, right?” he asked, as he signed her book. “I expect to see you on the bench someday.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping back, and another handful of kids surged around her. Cute kid.
2012:
Steve had always liked Civics in school, but when you had to catch up on seventy years between your last history class and the present, it could get a little overwhelming. On the other hand, celebrity was good for something; when he’d been working on memorizing the names and major cases of the Supreme Court justices, Tony had said, “Well, do you want to meet them?”
A couple of long phone calls and a few weeks later, Steve passed through a LOT of security, down a hallway, and into a courtroom; it was early in the morning, ahead of the open public hours, and the room smelled like coffee. A tiny bird of a woman in a black gown was standing in front of the seating box.
“Captain,” she said, as he shook her hand.
“Justice Ginsburg, right?” he asked. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”
“I feel the same,” she said, and there was something very familiar about her smile. “I wanted to get here a little earlier than everyone else, to speak to you in private.”
He was opening his mouth, about to ask why, when she reached into a pocket of the robe and took out a battered leather book, the kind kids used to collect autographs in.
“I don’t suppose you remember, you must have signed a lot of autographs,” she said. “But back in the war, just before you left for overseas, I went to see your bond show.”
Steve looked down. Scrawled on the page was his clumsy signature and, in slightly better lettering, To Judge Ruth. Study Hard!
He looked up at her, eyes wide. “No, I remember – I asked if you wanted to be a dancer and you said no, you were going to be a judge.”
“You were the first adult outside of my family who didn’t sneer at a girl wanting to be a judge,” she said.
“Well,” Steve said faintly. “Guess you must have studied.”
“Captain America said he wanted to see me on the bench. Couldn’t very well let him down,” she replied, and Steve laughed.
Kimchi and Justice 