How we came together?

Well, I don’t remember exactly how we came together, and how we came to know each other, but hey, we live in a small place. We stepped forth as a ghoul steps from its grave to the smoldering cauldron of the game room, and stayed there ever since.

Some people came, some people went, but the core was left to itself.

And here we are, defined by many wars and acting as a supporting group for the mentally ill. Ok, ill stop. I’m gonna be sick.

We don’t care what you think. All matters is what WE think!

We have a stiff motto; in order to have fun, THERE MUST BE RULES. I mean, we think that people who want to play must be present. Characters have to have detailed background. The PCs must be with depth and the player should play them to the best of his abilities. Believe me, we are WAY past the random-guys-meet-for-a-night-o-fun-for-AD&D.

Some say it became our “poker night”. Some say this is our escape from reality. We do not bother to deny.

Oh, and we really don’t give a fuck when people laugh and say what they say (“isn’t it, like, for 5 year olds?”….”Geeeks!!”….”I want to play toooo” and more and more)..

Well, we are not THAT fascists…well, maybe….

AD&D is father! AD&D is mother!

We see THU/FRI night as a top priority in our schedules. Most of us are students, we have jobs and we have life (yes, aha…right). Therefore, we do whatever we can to show presence. Myself, for example; I won’t take a job which forces me to work THU nights. But other freaky incidents occurred in the past; players who ditched military detention, who came from a car accident (running 20 km on the highway with a cracked rib), giving the heave-ho for the mourning of a dead granny, or ditching the girlfriend for the night….

Ruffin it up

Oh, the places we have been through… it’s not easy to find a place where 6 loud players can crash in for a night (we play from 20:00 till dawn). First, we started in my room, which was left smoking and barren after the night’s ravishing. We continued in an abandoned community center, through a radon-filled bomb shelter, where we had to pee in the sink. Barbaric? Insane? Hmm…. you’re probably right. We upgraded recently to a bachelor’s apartment with better conditions. Are we starting to turn yuppie???

New Player?

Game Policy

1. Our little Covey is freezing in the winter and scolding hot in the summer. Dress accordingly.

2. Are you shy? Demure? Not here. Here we burp and fart. Yes. We ARE guys.

3. A bit gentle about them eyes burning from cigarette smoke? Can’t stand junk food and empty carbohydrates? Allergic to coffee, coke or stale juice? Too bad. We chain smoke, we eat bad and we drink tubs of caffeine. Added to lovely bodily odors, one can come home making the mosquitoes wither and die !

4. Strict hours: from evening till dawn. Can’t make it? Don’t bother.

5. Are your eyes weak? Do you hate gothic/metal/baroque music (for the mood: horror/battles/country side scenes consecutively)? Well, we play by candle light, and listen to that music to feel it. If you can’t stand it, well, I won’t get rude here…

6. and DON’T be late, dammit.

Inventory for the acolyte

And what should you bring, if you just joined us? Here’s a quick list: Candles and candleholders, Character page, any AD&D book that will help you, stationary needed, food and drink, clothes to fit the season, some music if you want. That’s it. Easy. No ?

Sum it up

All in all, if you keep those rules, (and stray. We are not monsters. Well, maybe I am), it is assured you will have fun

And remember: