| Current mood: | Slightly sore |
| Current music: | The Smiths - This Charming Man |
Kill or Cure methods
I decided this morning to push through the cold that's been loitering around my head and throat and go to the live at the ashton, for the first time in ages. My legs are politely informing me that they do not appreciate this gesture. My own silly fault I guess; instead of the set encounter list style of play, today we pretty much just had to harrass the party as appropriate monsters all day, while they attended to other problems. During the afternoon, I decided that what the party really needed was to be stalked by a scout with through-from-behind and a kean survival instinct. This meant that I didn't stop moving all afternoon. I did embarrass myself a couple of times (or I would have if anyone else was around) by entirely loosing the party... Er... The worst example was when I was lying in wait for the party to move out from behind a copse and move onto the next plot point. After about twenty minutes I got suspicious, and realised that they'd vanished off without me noticing. Um. They're going to take away my Scout License for sure...
The event was slightly marred by the unexpected return of a certain person, who's name went before him. Regardless of what anyone may say, he is not better than he used to be and I did still want to bludgeon him on average every half an hour. But we will not go there, as Weasel would say, for it was a fun adventure all the same. Let's just hope it had the affect of helping me shake of the cold, instead of making it, say, move to my chest.
On another note, Doctor Who tonight was most fine. Definitely the best so far this series. It was Who as you like to remember it, ie. unnerving and genuinely creepy at times, lightly flavoured with a bit of the postmodern seasoning that they're fond of now.
*shudder*
Gasmasks...
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