|Vass (vass) wrote,|
@ 2013-01-09 02:33 am UTC
|Entry tags:||cats: beatrice, exercise: walking, meet-ups|
"You are a very mighty hunter. It's almost dead, and I'm so proud of you, but you need to administer the coup de grace now... Good, it's dead. You are such a mighty hunter. I'm so glad I have you around to protect me from the moths."
- The new hiking boots I bought on the weekend have claimed a victim: I have what I think is the biggest blister I've ever had. It's a multilayered beast on the ball of my right foot under the big toe, about the size of a 20c coin and somewhat thicker. Before tonight's walk I covered it with duct tape, and that kept it from getting bigger or hurting unbearably while I was out there, but I decided to lance it afterward and then cover it up again.
It's not the most painful blister I've ever had, though. The worst ones ever were all heel blisters. I think my sole must be a lot tougher than my heel - and I'm no longer ten years old, and have enough self-control not to tear it apart for fun.
- Meet-Ups: Werewolf Night. I went to another gaming meetup tonight, this one devoted to the game Werewolf (also known as Mafia.) I showed up two hours late (I had work) but still had time to play one round.
I was the apprentice seer, which means I took over for the seer after the werewolves killed him. I was the fourth-last person left alive. I wasted a whole turn trying to figure out if the witch (who had already verbally identified herself) was actually a werewolf playing a long con. She wasn't. Would have been cool if she had been. On the night I died, I correctly determined the werewolf's identity, then he killed me, then the remaining three people had this hilarious standoff. The one ordinary villager left alive tossed a coin on who to accuse, and picked the werewolf, and the witch backed him up. So the village did kill all the werewolves, but with only two humans remaining it was a pyrrhic victory.
There was this moment when I was accused of being the werewolf, and I tried to decide if I should identify myself as the seer or not, and I ended up saying "The truth is.. I am Iron Man." I blame the guy next to me who, right from the beginning, kept claiming to be Batman.
All in all, it was a fun game.
I'm already trying to think of warped fandom variants.