The last three years have been a hell of a drought for me, but now things are looking up! The greater NYC area appears to be a hive of scum and gamery, and I'm loving it.
Last night John S ("jenskot") GM'ed Dogs for Me, Jon H, and James N. They only get initials. This is only the second time I've ever played Dogs. Yeah, drought.
I wanted to talk about the game and its rules, but then I thought of this Jim Gaffigan bit where he talks about people who've finally seen a movie that came out eight years ago and everyone's all, "go away, loser, nobody wants to discuss it any more."
But it was cool. So there.
So here's what I'll say about that particular town. None of us three Dogs fired a shot. One dog escalated to fighting, but it amounted to someone being pushed to the floor. An NPC fired at Jon's character's foot, to no consequence. And this is a town where people are slowly dying, covered in their own vomit. I had created this dude who I totally imagined as a hitler youth, and he got to do some awesome hellfire preaching and intimidating, but he didn't lay a hand on another character.
I enjoyed how everything worked out, but there's one thing I'd do differently. My character confronted the steward-in-training, who was shirking his duties, and who also bullied my character when they were younger. We didn't bring dice into it, and I think we should have.
Also, I'm not used to staying up late any more. I get up at 5:30 nowadays, and that makes 11 seem mighty overwhelmin'.