Good day, fellow Ramborgians!
I’m sure that by now you’ve noticed, there are words here. Yes, magical sans-serif characters, hanging about, all higgeldy-piggeldy. A long time ago, I used to sometimes make characters appear next to each other in random ways until something that vaguely resembled human language had vomited itself onto a screen. Well, I’ve got my finger goin’ down the throat again, and out’s gonna pour some chunky fresh English.
I apologize in advance….
So, in short, I’m gonna write stuff, and you’re gonna, well, do whatever. I mean, it’s your life. I just wanna give this whole “writing” thing a shot, you know? Besides, you’re all beautiful and clever people, you’ve probably got better things to do, but if you’re bored, welcome, welcome.
Just don’t tell Rambo you saw me, eh?
So, for lack of a better topic, I’m just gonna say hello for now, and give a shout-out to those fabulous folks I badgered down in ol’ San Antonio. Yes, that’s right, the Ramborgia invaded PAX South, albeit in somewhat small numbers. But oh did we have a time indeed.
I have to hand it to the PAX folks. Even at a convention’s first year, when it’s a bit smaller and quieter than we’re used to, it was still a fun time. I would like to think that the city was happy to have them there as well, but you can never be sure….
I will say, heh, that I spent less time wandering around aimlessly than I usually do, but that’s not really a bad thing. Usually, my time is spent between tabletop gaming, the arcades, and the exhibitor’s hall. And then, yeah, you know, the raucous shenanigans that follow every night of a large convention. This time, though, I only played two games in tabletop. One was Magic: the Gathering, which I would assume needs no introduction. The other was “Ultimate Werewolf.” No, Sonic, not ‘werehog’ or ‘hogwolf’ or whatever travesty was inflicted upon you all those years ago…
Many of you might have played a similar game in your salad days, perhaps at camp or at a more open-minded primary or secondary school. I first encountered the “Mafia” version of the game at Space Academy, because there’s no more likely place to find a group of gangster wanna be’s than in a group of Astronaut wanna be’s. Yes. That. Anyway. The game is played with a moderator laying out the structure of the game, and the rest of the folks are either werewolves (gangsters), the seer (sheriff), villagers (regular derpy people) or, in more advanced play, some other silly thing, like someone who wins if they die, or a cute lil’ werewolf pup and all that. Each round, the werewolves slaughter a townsperson and then the survivors (werewolves included!) all vote upon which member of the town to summarily execute, because the natural way to solve a werewolf problem is to kill your friends and neighbors at random. I mean, throw enough spaghetti and somethings eventually gonna stick, right? Well, if you kill too many “normal” folks, then the werewolves can just vote howe’er they please, and the vote is usually for a villager dinner. So it’s not easy.
I think that I spent five hours straight playing this game. I’ve played it before, but never for so long, and never with so many people. We had two groups of 15-20 going at one point. It was crazy. We played until they kicked us out, and then we played some more, and then we went somewhere and played until they kicked us out and then got permission to play on the floor of a hotel lobby. Yes, indeed, many villagers and werewolves and cows were slain that night.
So, I’d say PAX South was a success, at least for me. It was very different from the other PAXes I’ve been to, but it had its own charm. Plus the River Walk has some really good food. Mmm. Tourist food. Yum.
So, anyway, I figure I’ll use this space for crazy things I’m thinking. Hopefully at least one or two rants or streams of consciousness will amuse you folks. If not, well, just consider this another pile of regurgitated Alpha-bits. Now I want marshmallows….