Calling all geeks
Envy me, o ye nerds! This weekend, I'll be attending Gencon Indiana--the gaming convention than which none greater can be conceived.
I will be basking in the presence of such celebrities as Warwick Davis and Kenny Baker, who I can only hope will be wearing their Ewok and R2-D2 costumes respectively.
I'll be standing in line to meet--perhaps even shake hands with, o blessed thought!--some of the people who've written the RPGs that shaped so much of my childhood.
I'll be paying outrageous amounts of money in exchange for undersized hotdogs and sodas.
I'll be playing a roleplaying game called All Flesh Must Be Eaten with a bunch of people I don't know.
I'll be lugging around a stack of game books in the hopes of persuading authors to autograph them.
I'll be making hourly saving throws vs. Death to avoid the effects of the chaos and stench that comes when thousands of pasty-white, parents'-basement-dwelling Midwestern gamers all gather in one place (failure means rolling two 'E' class criticals on the Fumble table and taking a -25 to all mental activities for one week, and that's two nerd points if you know which two games I just referenced).
The epic trip to Indianapolis will take place tomorrow evening, with fellow blogger Ed to keep me company on the long drive. At Gencon itself, I'll be rendezvousing with Jon (who will also be playing in the AFMBE game). It's going to be very, very good.
Michele, surprisingly, has opted to not go this year. Now that I think of it, Jon's and Ed's wives have similarly volunteered to stay home over the weekend. Don't worry Michele, I'll be sure to bring you back a souvenir t-shirt!
Envy me. Pray for me. And if I return from Gencon convinced that I am Thagar the Stygian Berserker, put me out of my misery.