How nerdy are you?
This week Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons and Dragons, died. A whole generation of pasty dice-obsessed nerds owes him big time. Me included.
So, in his honour, how nerdy were you? Are you still sunlight-averse? What are the sad little things you do that nobody else understands?
As an example, a B3ta regular who shall remain nameless told us, "I spent an entire school summer holiday getting my BBC Model B computer to produce filthy stories from an extensive database of names, nouns, adjectives, stock phrases and deviant sexual practices. It revolutionised the porn magazine dirty letter writing industry for ever.
Revel in your own nerdiness.
( , Thu 6 Mar 2008, 10:32)
This week Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons and Dragons, died. A whole generation of pasty dice-obsessed nerds owes him big time. Me included.
So, in his honour, how nerdy were you? Are you still sunlight-averse? What are the sad little things you do that nobody else understands?
As an example, a B3ta regular who shall remain nameless told us, "I spent an entire school summer holiday getting my BBC Model B computer to produce filthy stories from an extensive database of names, nouns, adjectives, stock phrases and deviant sexual practices. It revolutionised the porn magazine dirty letter writing industry for ever.
Revel in your own nerdiness.
( , Thu 6 Mar 2008, 10:32)
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Agreed
The games were fairly shocking and the clients were scary. The literature and art was, and still is, top notch, though.
I do remember one time in the shop, a young lad named Justin got banned. The staff were pincering in to grab him and 'invite him to leave the premises' when he piped up with "I'm banned, am I?" and grabbed a pot of paint (Ultramarines Blue, old-style white lid pots) and drank it to the horror and surprise of everyone present.
He took a few sprightly steps towards the door, stopped, staggered, moaned and stumbled over to a postbox for support.
Naturally, everyone in the store walked out in silence, desperate to see if their eyes had lied to them.
The sight of a fourteen year old geek racked by sobs and intermittently crying out for his mother as he vomits blue paint into a postbox slot will stay with me forever.
( , Thu 6 Mar 2008, 14:06, Reply)
The games were fairly shocking and the clients were scary. The literature and art was, and still is, top notch, though.
I do remember one time in the shop, a young lad named Justin got banned. The staff were pincering in to grab him and 'invite him to leave the premises' when he piped up with "I'm banned, am I?" and grabbed a pot of paint (Ultramarines Blue, old-style white lid pots) and drank it to the horror and surprise of everyone present.
He took a few sprightly steps towards the door, stopped, staggered, moaned and stumbled over to a postbox for support.
Naturally, everyone in the store walked out in silence, desperate to see if their eyes had lied to them.
The sight of a fourteen year old geek racked by sobs and intermittently crying out for his mother as he vomits blue paint into a postbox slot will stay with me forever.
( , Thu 6 Mar 2008, 14:06, Reply)
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