MarCon

Yesterday (Saturday) was the latest edition of Marcon - my gaming groups version of a local "Con". Two games and an evening of Rockband. It was about as much as my old guy body could take.

The games were OK. Kent was playtesting his 3.5 game for Con of the North (a real local con). I wasn't that keen on playing 3.5 D&D again - took too long to remember the rules. The encounters were OK, seemed a bit overpowered for the monsters, and too many NPCs playing too big a part.

Marc ran the latest installment of his Roots campaign. It was 4th ed - whoch I like, but was limited to pretty much one encounter that I thought was too hard, and left us with limited choices, and then we stumbled around looking for all the parts to a puzzle.

Honestly, I had the best experience at breakfast. Biscuit and gravy omelet - sweet. I also had a great time playing Rockband. Stayed up way too late - ate bad food - it was great.

Brains

So tomorrow at work is a potluck and white elephant gift exchange. I think I found the perfect thing. It's a game called "Mmmm Brains" - perfect. I'm also bringing some Jenny cookies - game, set and match.

So...

The port side jets stuttered on intermittently for a few seconds as we moved closer to the shuttle.

No help from that side, no power, no comm signal, and no life signs.

I'm depending on the onboard compsys to get me close without crashing. I cant even count the number of oddities this old pig has - better to trust silicon to maneuvor, not carbon.

I hear a gentle ring as the two hulls touch, followed by the hiss of the docking collar as it seals itself to the dead ship.

Snapping the seals on my own helmet into place, I walk the short distance across the bridge/galley/science station/sleeping quarters to the airlock. Time to pay some bills.