Post by Mea Culpa on Dec 9, 2006 18:01:48 GMT
While I was digging thru old stories and such I came across this item, which is a copy of a "prayer" I had to write for a role-playing evening, please keep in mind I wrote this some 10 years ago or so and I was still coming to terms with the English Language ;D
A players Prayer
I pray in most cases to Mystra, that the evening be a success, that I would
be able to keep up with the rest of the people, that life would be as
simplistic as a rule book and that when I arrive at the DM/GM's place
there'd be enough room to put down my character sheet and that the new dice
that I bought this week are better than the dice I bought last week and hope
that there isn't some one in the game who says " I gotta be home early
tonite" as early always seem to happen when the main fight/battle starts,
and that the Halfling in the party doesn't run of to do something incredibly
stoopid " like sitting in the chief vampire's chair and playing with the
chief vampired wand,
and hope to Mystra that someone doesn't utter the question " hey have you
ever heard of <insert enemy name> to the local thief's guild master or that
the cleric in the party doesn't revert to a different God in the middle of
play,
and that the curious Ranger doesn't say " hey, I wonder what this does, and
proceeds to push a button/lever at random and that the berserker in the
party knows when to stop AFTER the enemies are dead, and yes that that one
guy who knows always better than the GM/DM and can quote the rules backwards
while crawling over broken glass on his bare knees has a permanent case of
laryngitus and that when I role the dice for a really spectacular event they
come up high, not when I'm doing something mundane when it matters not much.
And hopefully no one has brought seafood dip for the pringles. ( as I'm
allergic to seafood )
And that I finally go up a level and that my miserable HP's increase and
that the wand I find is one of "usefulness", not as in " you find a chest,
it is locked with a dwarven tooled lock skill level extremely difficult and
you roll the best dice you've ever rolled and bingo the chest opens, inside
you find a wand, after a improved Identify spell it turns out to be a wand
of coloring" (sic)
and that the players come to play the game, not to discuss the weekly social
calendar for an hour or so.
That ..... dear Mystra is all I expect from you on my gaming nights and as
such I shall pray more often research more often and tell the world what a
great Mystress you are.
With abject humility
I remain
Mea Culpa
A players Prayer
I pray in most cases to Mystra, that the evening be a success, that I would
be able to keep up with the rest of the people, that life would be as
simplistic as a rule book and that when I arrive at the DM/GM's place
there'd be enough room to put down my character sheet and that the new dice
that I bought this week are better than the dice I bought last week and hope
that there isn't some one in the game who says " I gotta be home early
tonite" as early always seem to happen when the main fight/battle starts,
and that the Halfling in the party doesn't run of to do something incredibly
stoopid " like sitting in the chief vampire's chair and playing with the
chief vampired wand,
and hope to Mystra that someone doesn't utter the question " hey have you
ever heard of <insert enemy name> to the local thief's guild master or that
the cleric in the party doesn't revert to a different God in the middle of
play,
and that the curious Ranger doesn't say " hey, I wonder what this does, and
proceeds to push a button/lever at random and that the berserker in the
party knows when to stop AFTER the enemies are dead, and yes that that one
guy who knows always better than the GM/DM and can quote the rules backwards
while crawling over broken glass on his bare knees has a permanent case of
laryngitus and that when I role the dice for a really spectacular event they
come up high, not when I'm doing something mundane when it matters not much.
And hopefully no one has brought seafood dip for the pringles. ( as I'm
allergic to seafood )
And that I finally go up a level and that my miserable HP's increase and
that the wand I find is one of "usefulness", not as in " you find a chest,
it is locked with a dwarven tooled lock skill level extremely difficult and
you roll the best dice you've ever rolled and bingo the chest opens, inside
you find a wand, after a improved Identify spell it turns out to be a wand
of coloring" (sic)
and that the players come to play the game, not to discuss the weekly social
calendar for an hour or so.
That ..... dear Mystra is all I expect from you on my gaming nights and as
such I shall pray more often research more often and tell the world what a
great Mystress you are.
With abject humility
I remain
Mea Culpa
