This is a story about Ram-Man, and more importantly how he got my son to play RPGs with me they way they are meant to be played. First a little background: My son loves rolling dice, so he has been "playing" RPGs with me for a good 6-7 months now. Although at the tender age of 3 1/2 he is far from being an avid role player. Anyway, he enjoyed rolling the dice, and basically playing out combat. It worked out really well for me, as I got into Savage Worlds around this time, and he was my always available player to test out game mechanics that were new and unfamiliar to me; I'm looking at you Mass Battles, Chases, Raises and Toughness. So while he helped me do this, and we even managed to create him a Character and introduce him into a little makeshift gaming group comprised of mostly newbies ( my little sister, my 12 year old Daughter, my Son and my old buddy through skype ), he never really got into anything other than rolling the dice, and uttering things such as &q…
So I just got a couple more players interested in trying out our Lunch time Power session RPG experiment! It will be interesting for a few reasons:
1) they are my sisters 2) One has some limited RPG exp back about 10 years ago 3) the other has NO RPG exp at all.
That being said, I think the first couple of session will need to be in person so we can work through how to use our web based system, and just get the feel of how to play the game in general.
With that being the case, instead of rolling them into our current game, I think I will start them in a new game, and ramp them up a bit slower. Once they get ramped up, I will then roll them into the main game.
I think this will be really cool, as both of them will bring some very different perspective to the way the rest of my group has been playing.
I'm officially a paper pushing pansy. I spent my Sunday morning and afternoon, laying Sod in my parents backyard. We laid about 1600 sq ft, and by the time we were done, I was exhausted and my back was killing me. Outside of being injured, I've never really been that sore before. It was terrible. After I got home, got cleaned up and then we took the little guy to the pumpkin patch with some friends. By the end of the night I wasn't swore anymore, but I was ready for bed by 8pm. So It's official I am now a Paper Pushing Pansy......