Friday, February 22, 2013

In which several life cycles converge to reveal a collective destiny

Last night I'm hanging out with a few of the players in an upcoming game. Bourbon is consumed, and a startling fact arises.

None of us has ever actually played Keep on the Borderlands.

Actually, that's a lie. I've played it, but I've never run it. The rest of them haven't played it. Yet.

It's probably the bourbon, but I am suddenly vaguely aware that this is my dungeoneering destiny.

A tiny lightbulb sparks to life somewhere inside my skull. 

Everything is going to be okay.

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