Posts Tagged ‘game’

Roleplaying Games

Sunday, December 30th, 2007

D&D game heats up for two players

Vic answered the door in his usual tight jeans and baggy t-shirt, his black hair a little longer and more unruly than he typically liked it. He was a little soft around the middle, but his height made it blend in to give him a powerful figure. “Hey. C’mon in,” he said, gesturing as he stepped aside to allow Tim into the apartment. The weather was cold, so he quickly ushered his guest inside and shut the door behind him.
“Thanks,” Tim said as he slipped into the apartment. He dropped his heavy bag on the nearby sofa like he always did and removed his jacket. He noticed the large table set up in the dining room. Little pewter miniatures were laid out on the table, arranged where they had left off in their last Dungeons and Dragons session. “Wow, you’ve added some stuff to your place, haven’t you?” Tim noticed as he looked about at the new furniture.
“Yeah, I got some furniture cheap from a coworker who was moving out of state and didn’t want to haul it all with him. You’re the first here, but Lori and Bill should be here soon,” Vic explained. “Patrick and Dwayne have to work tonight and Don is out of town with his wife, so it’ll just be the four of us when they get here.” Vic took Tim’s coat and hung it in a closet

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Of The Deepest Dye

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

Pro wrestler & manager play lusty mind games.

“Did anyone follow us here?”
Peter looked over his shoulder, face sweating. “No.”
The lobby door closed behind them, shutting out the steamy air from the parking lot. “Thank goodness for air conditioning.” Peter mopped his face with a handkerchief he took from the breast pocket of his rumpled suit. The beaded moisture soaked into the cloth and left only a greasy sheen on his round cheeks and ample chin. His small mustache had a wilted look.
His companion dropped his leather duffel, took off the sweat-stained bandanna that restrained his long dark hair and stuffed it in the back pocket of his black jeans. Standing a head and a half taller than Peter, he carried very little fat on his heavy-boned frame. Sunglasses covered his eyes. A glimpse of sharp teeth showed in the parting of his full lips and his expression had a hard and haunted look, but his mouth was as fresh and tender as a boy’s.
“Are you sure this is where you want to stay, Raptor?” Peter’s voice sounded querulous, on the edge of complaint. He sidled away from a stain on the rug and polished one shoe on the back of the other pant leg. “It doesn’t look all that nice. You’re going to need a good night’s sleep after your match, and the beds may not be comfortable. We don’t even have reservations.”

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