Creepy Crawlies

It is nice to see more of my posse on board. If only to ever elusive, dashing, downright enigmatic Ebo would drop his truth bomb on us.

Alas, my last post was catty. I realize that now but I regret nothing. Jeff has shown himself to be nonplussed by the egregious attack I levelled against his character in my former post, or as it is being called "the great american novel."

To be more brief this time, I am glad Jeff is largely unstirred by my remarks, because frankly, he runs great games. For all the crap I give him, I know this game is going to be a lot of fun.

I shout and yammer that I feel marginalized, duped even. Really I think I'm just suffering from the creepy crawlies because we have stuffed 20 pounds of character creation into a 5 pound bag and I am jonesing to play. It's been nearly a week since my last fix and I need to hear the clatter of dice and smell the scent of... Scratch that. The smells I can take or leave. But if I haven't RPed a single G come Monday, I am not going to be alright.

This is officially a cry for help.