In my head-cold induced semi-delirious 12-hour nap, I was visited by a number of simply horrible lucid dreams. The horror of course, lay not in particular in graphic violence or the like, but rather in the excruciating detail and realism of the spectrum of emotion that I experienced whilst participating in said dreams. I dreamt that one of my exes announced that he was engaged to his current girlfriend. That point in the dream nailed it hands-down as the most disturbing dream I have ever had, thanks the to the immediate gut reaction emotions that I experienced upon hearing said phrase (and I don't even mean in the bile-rising manner). It is one thing to be unable to control your physical motions during a dream, but completely different to realize that you are unable to control the emotions that you try so hard to control during waking hours. Damnation of the subconscious. In the dream sequence, I got up immediately from the table, walked out the front door of the apartment, and caught the bus somewhere despite the pouring rain, without saying a word to anyone - made ever so much more disturbing by the fact that that is probably exactly what I would have done were I faced with that situation in real life. Suffice to say, I woke violently from that dream, still unsure of how the reality of things stood, and according to Griffin, started garbling "You've been Governated, girly-man! Arnie will be back" (I still believe this to be a step up from my last bad-dream induced outburst of "I HAVE A DATE WITH DARTEEM!" and the ever-favorite "settle down, Beavis.")
Why I had such a dream, I have no idea, given that I have gone to great lengths to avoid my ex and his girlfriend like chlamydia, and have spoken a total of 50 words (all gaming-run related) to him throughout my entire senior year (excluding the one night at the beginning of the year that his girlfriend made him yell at me for writing atrocious things in the Plague). I guess what honestly bothers me about the situation is the fact that despite all the efforts I've made to avoid him, I still have feelings for him, and it bothers me as there is no logical reason in the world why I should, and why my efforts to do him a favor and rid him of my presence have been fruitless. I suppose it was merely my subconscious giving me ample warning to keep on avoiding this situation as I am clearly lacking in the mental facilities to properly cope. In any case, though, I am hoping that in the event that those two ever get engaged, I never hear about it neither directly from them nor anyone else, as I might be apt to walk out the front door, catch a bus, and never come back.
But enough of matters of non-levity - onto the stuff that real dreams are made of! Yes, I am talking about Leper: the Colony. What, you might ask, is Leper: the Colony? Leper: the Colony is a new tabletop gaming system based on d20 that I am in the process of designing. I am hoping to premiere/playtest it some time over the summer, after work hours (for those of you who managed to avoid falling victim to my incessant cries of "I GOT AN INTERNSHIP! I GOT AN INTERNSHIP! I'M NOT GOING TO BE A BROKE-ASS HO ANYMORE!" I got an internship at iRobot. Be sure to stay tuned for this summer's "adventures at work" chronicles. Here's hoping they will be as entertaining as the Maxim ones... though for the sake of my sanity, let's hope that work is not *too* entertaining).
I am hoping that Leper: the Colony will be a fresh new take on existing gaming systems which, as Griffin has pointed out "groom themselves to pander to a specific class," be it 'bloodmage,' or 'warforged,' or some other such creature. As a tribute to my fair young lad, I will be dedicating this game system to him, in hopes of curbing his "min-max whoring" ways. As I'm sure everyone already knows, there are fewer things I despise more than gaming with those who are slower than Stephen Hawking on a unicycle at character creation and leveling because they attempt to find loopholes in rules in order to maximize their character's power, and I am hoping that the use of leprosy will greatly reduce the urge to find loopholes in the rules, as the addition of more power is always at the cost of more limbs. If you are interested in learning more about the Leper: the Colony gaming system and world, or if you would be interested in playtesting it this summer, please leave a comment below, and I'll begin a list of potential players.
Finally, last but not least, Jerrod and I have been greatly considering adopting a kitten, but as I have discovered in the last few days, not been able to agree on a standard of "cute." Mainly, it becomes a question of Jerrod asking, "okay, what's wrong with this one?" whenever I show him a potential adoptable kitten. Of course, I suppose no one would blame him, as the nicknames we'd given to the kittens I've thus picked out have been "Tripod" (the three-legged one), "Fat Boy" (the unnaturally chubby rotund little one)," "Toes" (the one with extra toes), "the Electrocuted One" (the one that looks like a cross between a feral mother and a porcupine), well... you get the idea. Jerrod seems to want a fairly pretty black kitten with personality, to which I have replied "but Jerrod, kittens are like women - if you pick an ugly one, they'll love you forever!"
We shall see what will become of this whole ordeal.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
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