You know you're a dork when you stay up until four arguing a situation from the night's D&D session.
For those of you who are curious, I've placed the tail-end of the converstation below. But be warned: the transcript has the distinct potential to baffle or bore you. Really, I suggest you stop reading now. Unless, that is, you're a fellow D&D freak and you find the complete inability to argue amusing.
Rogue: Your character wouldn't do that.
Me: Why not?
Rogue: Because he's too young.
Me: Can you qualify that?
Rogue: He's a fucking teenager; he shouldn't be that mature.
Me: [My magister] has seen his childhood home burned to the ground, his friends and mentors enslaved or murdered, and entered into mortal combat with said slavers - as well as an evil priest, several constructs, and the undead. That's to say nothing for the fact that he is smarter than you and I, and able to cast a fucking fireball. I think he's mature enough not to act like a punk.
Rogue: That doesn't matter. You drink wine. No kid [his] age would drink wine. A bottle of wine would kill you.
Me: *confused* What?
Rogue: All I'm saying is that your character shouldn't have been okay with [the barbarian] hitting me with his greataxe and almost knocking me out.
Me: One: that has nothing to do with maturity. Two: you held a knife to our cleric's throat. What the Hell did you think was going to happen? [The barbarian] even warned you. "Fyn," he said, "put the knife down now or you're going to hurt bad."
Rogue: That's just wrong, and you know it. Your character's young. He'd think it was a game. Fyn grinned.
Me: His intellgence is seventeen. He's a genius. He didn't thi-
Rogue: Wine still kills geniuses.
Me: ... I'm going to bed.
For those of you who are curious, I've placed the tail-end of the converstation below. But be warned: the transcript has the distinct potential to baffle or bore you. Really, I suggest you stop reading now. Unless, that is, you're a fellow D&D freak and you find the complete inability to argue amusing.
Rogue: Your character wouldn't do that.
Me: Why not?
Rogue: Because he's too young.
Me: Can you qualify that?
Rogue: He's a fucking teenager; he shouldn't be that mature.
Me: [My magister] has seen his childhood home burned to the ground, his friends and mentors enslaved or murdered, and entered into mortal combat with said slavers - as well as an evil priest, several constructs, and the undead. That's to say nothing for the fact that he is smarter than you and I, and able to cast a fucking fireball. I think he's mature enough not to act like a punk.
Rogue: That doesn't matter. You drink wine. No kid [his] age would drink wine. A bottle of wine would kill you.
Me: *confused* What?
Rogue: All I'm saying is that your character shouldn't have been okay with [the barbarian] hitting me with his greataxe and almost knocking me out.
Me: One: that has nothing to do with maturity. Two: you held a knife to our cleric's throat. What the Hell did you think was going to happen? [The barbarian] even warned you. "Fyn," he said, "put the knife down now or you're going to hurt bad."
Rogue: That's just wrong, and you know it. Your character's young. He'd think it was a game. Fyn grinned.
Me: His intellgence is seventeen. He's a genius. He didn't thi-
Rogue: Wine still kills geniuses.
Me: ... I'm going to bed.
What a freaking wierdo.
One of our PCs in our Star Wars game was killed for pulling a slugthrower on another PC (Dark Jedi). The Dark Jedi ended up cutting him in half. And the PC who died (a Zabrak soldier) was all like, "Well, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have pulled the gun on him."
Granted, it was completely within his right to do so, the Dark Jedi had just murdered and was looting a body that the Zabrak Soldier was trying to save.