Grief, it’s been a mad few days. The weekend passed by in spectacular form. I saw loads of people, had a neat time, and stayed out ridiculously late.
Of note was the Open Roleplaying Community session on Saturday – I was bringing to an end a game that has been running weekly for two years, with the aid of co-GM David Wright. In one of those couldn’t-plan-it moments, the group I was dealing with achieved their goal at the exact moment the group David was dealing with failed theirs. The exact order in which these two events happened would determine (dum dum dummmm) The Fate Of The World.
We gave it a 50/50 chance and rolled the dice. It didn’t go well. The bad guys won. The world went up in flames. It was a crazy end to an amazing game.
Now I’m in hardcore packing and sorting mode. Most of my stuff is in boxes. I’m almost ready to jump on a plane. One more day to go. It’s all rather exciting, really.
There are so many big things that I’d like to have formed some cogent thoughts about and posted here – the deaths of Robin Cook and David Lange among them. (Nice obituary for Lange in the Independent today, by the way.) But it’s just not been possible. This blog is going to be fairly quiet for the rest of the year, I think, but not completely silent.
We’ll see how we go.