chantico: (Inspired)
Right now, I would be getting into Bethy headspace for the usual tuesday night Memento session, and my brain keeps trying, despite me reminding it that I don't have Memento anymore.

Yeah, it's my turn to gush. I am going to miss that game *so* damn much. It is easily, without a doubt 100% the pinnacle of my gaming experience so far. I have never played a game I enjoyed so much for *any* reason. It had the best RP, the best laid out and researched world, the best narrative, the best mix of cinematic play and rules-ing, the coolest characters and NPCs . . . the best game I ever played. For serious, yo. I don't think I will ever find that chemistry again.

I'm going to miss you all way, way too much: Rowan, Wess, Nicholas, Hallister, and of course, Bethy.

*laments*
chantico: (Loving)
32 months after I joined the Changeling game, I finally said goodbye to my one and only true PC. Toodles, Liza. Your death fucking rocked the house (*and* the Red Fomorians).
chantico: (Default)
I drug my half-asleep ass out of a warm, wonderful bed to wait in the cold for the bus and find out my 8 AM has been cancelled. WHHHHYYYY.

This does give me time, however, to nap in the IMU and plan various gaming things out/sketch, which pleases me immensely as my gaming-blah has been reinvigorated by a solstice of fantastic sessions. The 1940's game is pure pulpy joy, even if we havn't had *too* much time to play, and our group meshes really well. I'm going to have a lot of fun molding Barty from whiny emo boy to slightly less whiny, still probably emo, but infitely cooler pulp hero boy. In Abberant, I killed Nazis and jumped into Cthulu's living room. The Arcadia game has me pretty damn excited, though I'm still unsure as to *who* I'm going to be playing. I have a good custume idea, too, I just need the time to put it together. Does anyone know where I can get cheap silk/vinyl autumn leaves? Hobby Lobby had prices that were stupid high, but I haven't been to Jo-Ann's or Michael's yet.

The two games that have me most excited, though, are Memento and Exalted. I have had so much fun playing Bethy's various itterations through history, but GOD, do I love her original character. I settle into her head so easily, and she's a delight to play, even when she is upsetting every other party member. Bethy is my oldest changeling character, too-- when I first got the books when I was in middle school, fishing them out of the recycling center, I immediatly went home and made up a cast of characters for Bloomington. Bethy was the first one I ever made, and I'm so glad I finally get to play her. Most everyone else from that time has now found a home in London too, as NPCs.

As for Exalted, I had my first session running last night, where I helped my players build their chracters, talked to them about how I want to run and explained about the world situation. I have a fairly large group-- six players!-- and not a whoel lot of time in which to run, but they seem really excited about it, so I'm happy. I also got to sit down and work out backgrounds with each of them, which surprised one of my players, who had previously just done N00b D&D and was fascinated by this whole 'roleplaying' thing. He mentioned it sounded like his experience in theatre was going to be a help to him, which warmed my little GM heart.

In other news, my computer is still down, though not out, despite the great efforts of [livejournal.com profile] kniedzw and [livejournal.com profile] deadmanwade32. Appearently, it is a possibility my hard drive never actually died (WHICH MEANS I STILL HAVE MY PORN OMG!), since it looks like my motherboard is fried. This does mean that I have to get a new motherboard, which sucks, however my old HD might still be working, and that does *not* suck, plus I have the new one I bought. I am reluctant to return it, as it was a good deal, and it will leave me with two hard drives, an 80 GIG and a 200 GIG, making my goal to have the biggest music depot in Bloomington a possibilty instead of some distant fantasy. (It is true that the money spent on that could instead go to furthering my goal of owning one top, bottom and pair of panties for every day of the year, but the music one I can actually share with other people ((panties not withstanding))

Finally, um . . . I have money, which means I have food, which means I am happy, and OH, I have Lost season II, which makes me UBER happy. And for those who saw the Lost season premiere last night: What. The. Shit. I think at this point they need to rename the show in general: OMGWTFBBQ, 9:00 Wednesdays on ABC!
chantico: (Inspired)
Chock-full of Changeling glamour and creativity. That hasn't happened in *ages*.

And I finally took the Briggs Myers test thingy, and I am a INFP.

Off to get food1 And go to work! More when i ahve more than a few quick minutes to update!
chantico: (Repressed)
The thing that is painful about this whole mess, more than anything else involved, is how much I'm biting my tongue.

Yes, those that have heard me go off . . . I am, in fact, biting my tongue.

Ergh. These days, I am simply a whole lot more interested in art than in people. I feel completely disconnected from gaming in general, no matter what the state of the game. Barty, Bethy, and Nadine are all too tightly wound with the current climate to enjoy them fully. In any game. This will fade as fun returns to things again, and is no longer overshadowed by lame ass drama.
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Once a bastion of culture, civilization and the arts;
One of the last allies of the Realm in the East;
Devout followers of the Immaculate Way;
Brought low by a failed war, but still proud.

Then, one cursed night
The sky tore upon and rained blood,
The dead came back for the living,
On the horizon a Juggernaut of dead flesh rose,
And Thorns fell screaming.

But all is not lost. People, heroes, survived that first apocalyptic night.
And they are not about to let their city go without a war.





Join us Wednesday October 4th, 5:00 PM to 9:00 for the introduction to




Exalted 2nd Edition
“A Circlet of Thorns”



An ongoing campaign sponsored by The Game Preserve,
Open to players of any experience.

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Be there, or I'll hate you I'll be vaugely sad.
chantico: (Default)
So after my current wednesday night Exalted ends (which is far, far too soon for my liking), it seems, according to my assitant manager, I shall be running a bi-weekly in-store Exalted game on those wednesdays. This excites me to no end, and I would be very, very pleased if anyone I know would like to cme and play. The ideas, they are flowing fast and free! It would be open as to what you would want to play-- Solar, Dragon Blooded, Abyssal, Lunar, Sidereal, whatever, I could fit it in.

I've wanted to run a game for a while now, and this is the perfect oppurtunity. if you want to know more, chat with me seperatly about it, and I would be happy to start making plans. Plus, it wouldn't take up your whole evening-- it would run from 5-9. So, hey, freedom to do things that night!
chantico: (Gwydion)
Take that "Regent" Smorg, you *tool*. PWNED. Ditto for bitchslapping Duke Dray.

Who knew Gywdions could be cool?
chantico: (Reflective)
To begin with: I am not actually angry, for the record, just talking about it. Fear not!

If there's one thing in particular I feel I don't roleplay very well (there are a lot of things I feel I don't roleplay well, but this most of all) it's being angry. I can play sullen . . . I can play sullen well. I can play cold, to a degree. I can play gleefully murderous. But I can't play wrathful. This sounds rather strange, being as I am at least rumored to be a horribly angry, violent person ^_-. I do have an explination for it, but it isn't one that satisfies me very well, and I would like tofind a different solution to the problem than the one I currently use.

I can play sullen . . . I can play sullen well. I can play cold. I can play murderous. But I can't play wrathful

This was brought up by being in a scene last night where my character would have yelled at someone. Instead of doing the in-character thing, however, I had to bite my tongue and metagame a little bit, changing the character's reaction to things to be more sulky than genuinely angry. I've done the same thing with, well, all of my characters. With Elias, instead of being coldly furious, I had to change him into being comically childish. Liza was brusque and kind of cute in her rage, but never actually effective. My avatar character comes off as whiny (which I am, just not to that degree) rather than homocidal. It's frustrating as hell, ut currently I don't see an end to it. Why do I do this?

Because while playing angry-- real angry, not the muzzled version-- I run the risk of becoming *actually* angry. I've never done it . . . but while playing even toned down versions I can feel it lurking.

The problem is, while I have mellowed out considerably over the past year and a half, a lot of it was because I've worked around/collected and bottled a lot of the random rages. When I get angry because I should get angry, I let myself deal with it, and it goes away no problem. The issue is with all of that older stuff. I've worked through or are currently untangling a lot of the sources for that anger, and therefor I am no longer feeding it. But it's like I've got this giant lake, and sometimes the dam seeps and I get annoyed for reasons that don't apply. I won't say it's not there; I am fully aware of it's existance. But that fact is it perplexes me, I have no idea what to *do* with it. I'm stable enough now to take a look at it and go "wow, this isn't healthy, and it's taking up a lot of space, and patching the dam isn't going to work forever . . . but what the hell can I do to drain it?"

Any anger that I cannot immediately direct at something that 'deserves it', something fairly healthy, acts as hammer to put a large crack in that dam. Because in a roleplaying situation you do put a little of yourself into your character, when that character gets very angry, I have to pull form somewhere. But trying to manage that . . . I get way more than I bargain for. And suddenly stealing a little bit of fury to use as a basis for Barty's, or Bethy's, or Nadine's, and I Avery get completely enraged. Not that I've allowed that to happen for a while-- hence why I play childish whining and being emo instead. I don't want to be angry at my friends for no particular reason!

It's not a situation I'm comfortable with, obviously. As someone who (when I'm invested in a game, at least) likes to work on and tweak my roleplaying skills, I would like access to the huge range of emotion currently cut off from me. I would like to play a character that is competant, not whiny. And I really think that, like with other emotional states, roleplaying would be a great catharsis for that anger. There's just . . . too much of it.

Yar. So I sit on the banks of the lake looking cross and throwing rocks in while I try to figure out what to do with it (I am reminded of the Fellowship of the Ring . . . eek, hope I don't summon horrible beasties from my subconcious.)

I can't just let myself 'get angry' to start to work it out, either. I have no environment safe enough to do so. If I get angry and it comes from that pool, it's not something that I can manage. I can't be controlled. I don't just yell and stomp and throw things.

It is a terrifying state of being to want to *kill someone*. No one in particular. But to have the visceral urge to rip someone apart with your bare hands . . . to be breaking things not to hear them break, but to pretend they are bones snapping, skulls giving, that the uncontrollable whimpering you are making yourself that you won't realize until later you were making is someone else pleading . . . it's sickening afterwards. It is utter and complete loss of control. And none of that is an exaggeration. I really wish I could say it was, but it's not. It is a panic attack with a desperate need to make other people hurt, to establish some sort of power and control again at whatever the cost, and the quickest, most satisfying way to do that would be to physically break someone.

And when you finishing smashing things, screaming uncontrollably, you have hurt yourself by hitting things too hard, and you have to sit down because you have been hyperventilating for god knows how long. There is no calm feeling afterwards like with crying. You are shaking and your muscles all sting from too much adrenaline, your hands are bleeding, your memory of what just happened is fuzzy and you feel like you want to throw up. And mentally, you are horrified by the fact that whoever you were thinking about, anyone that popped into your head, doesn't matter if they were the source of your anger or not, you wanted them dead. Painfully. And no matter how much arge I just used, it's not actually gone. It *never leaves*. My body just gets too physically exausted to be angry anymore.

As a disclaimer, I do not actually think I would ever kill someone randomly in this state. I think I could shut myself down before that, or someone else would. But I would try to hurt people. I've jumped my own mother, for crissakes. I can't feel pain when I'm like that, either.

It's why I don't get angry in public spaces. It's why I don't drink. And it is why I don't roleplay anger. It is *too risky*.

However, just letting it sit there isn't going to do *anything* to my benefit. I know that it is there. I know where it comes from-- pretty specifically. I just don't know how to deal with it.

I also find it strange that I equate competancy with wrath, and that I can't pay a sane or useful character unless I can play him/her as angry. Hmm.

So until I can resolve this, I have to resign myself to playing characters who are ultimatly emotionally weak. *le sigh*

And that, ladies an gentleman, is why they are all such self-involved little whiners.

In closing: I have been waiting to use this icon for forever. Ain't it purty?
chantico: (Jubilant)
Normally, I wouldn't post the stuff I'm doing for the Oracle Cards-- but I'm am TOO damn proud of this. i think it's probably my best work EVAR in terms of painting skill and color work. SQUEE!
BEE )

Words cannot describe my pride. Oh, and the Runes on her gun, though obscured, are supposed to say Justice.

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