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| Current music: | Red Hot Chili Peppers - Walkabout |
I love my players.
They've got such a good repartee going that I barely have to do any prep for my Thursday game (although it's helped by the fact that I've had the background ready for months now); I can just turn up, set them going, sit back and eat my dinner, as they argue, plot, and foil each others' plans. I occaisionally interject with "the phone rings", or I throw some plot at them. Plot, I must point out, that they are working very hard to ignore. They're all very concerned with the apocalypse that Craig's been working on, and ignoring any other apocalypseis that may or may not be in progress.
I would also like to extend my esteem to El, for bringing the wonders of Firefly into my life. I would then like to shake my fist in her direction for withdrawing my supply just when I'd got hooked... Still, her perrogative, and I'll have birthday money soon, which may well get spent on excellent sci-fi.
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