Originally titled "Order of the Accidental Survivors", the comic was a blatant rip-off of Rich Burlew's "Order of the Stick", but tells the story of a group of 30-something gamers.
Many of the storylines are borrowed straight from real-life experience. Who hasn't had their character sheet stained with some kind of beverage or savory snackage?
This has never happened, but this joke has been in my head for years, and it was nice to be able to get it down on paper... er... screen. Players cheat... players get screwed.
Not the strongest AS comic, but I was hurting for ideas and it was the same day that we heard Steve Irwin had been killed. Crikey.
In Real Life™, Ed is notorious for rolling poorly. Not just poorly, no... abysmally BAD. He managed to get some good rolls out for a while by doing "practice rolls" to get rid of the ones. Only worked for a while before the Dice Gods were on to his scam.
Ed. Fodder for the jokes. He's notorious for creating massive, rolling character backgrounds with possible DM hooks, grand storyline and deep meaningful crap. The rest of us are lucky to get much past class, level and alignment.
Role-players are a notoriously picky bunch, and most are loyal to one system or another. Heaven forfend some loser suggesting a different system or <gasp> a diceless game with nothing but social conflict. Believe it or not, someone actually has suggested the creation of a Jane Eyre RPG.
Technology is a blessing and a curse. You spend so much time trying to get things to work properly that it leaves precious little time for what you were actually trying to accomplish. People should just realize that when they move away, that's it! No more gaming with your friends back home!
Ah, Fraser. You take it all so well, and dish it back out like a pro. Oh - and I wish I had a television that big.
More with the poking of the fun at Fraser.
I'm ashamed to admit I based this on somebody that our group actually had play with us for a while. While it's terrible that I've done this and I feel bad for doing it, it's just so damned funny.
I don't know anybody like this, but I'm certain they do exist.
With great age come great responsibility, or some junk. With a growing family, all the fun stuff falls to the wayside for a while, and we fight tooth and nail to keep it. It creates tension, which in turn makes our wives go to their mother's house, which in turn means we're alone to play games.
There's nothing worse than trying to play a themed RPG with someone who has no clue, or no interest, in that theme. There's also nothing worse than a beta version of comic-lettering software.
Sometimes I wonder if the lack of interest in a game is because the person just doesn't have any interest, or if they are slowly trying to drive you insane so they can take over and run their own stupid game, like Warhammer or something.
When a player isn't interested in your game, or are trying their darndest to break a game and shut it down, it's sometimes just best to step back and let it happen. Afterwards you can go over to that player's house and beat him to death with a plank.
One man's greatest RPG of all time is another man's steaming pile of corn-filled crap.
Nobody gives Grinling Gibbons enough credit. The man was a frikkin' genius with the wood and the carving and the flower designs. You bunch of philistines!
A typical role-playing session with Chris. I swear that he had Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay made specifically for him. He said "Make a game where a squirrel could potentially kill a dwarven troll slayer!" and presto, they gave him WFRP.
I'm still trying to get my wife to understand why I sleep with my Player's Handbook under my pillow. She just doesn't get it. Why doesn't she get it? Why can't she just let my secret love continue? Why?!?
Sometimes new gaming systems just don't work. Why doesn't everyone just stick with what worked - FASERIP and the Universal Table!
When you need to spend more time trying to figure out game mechanics than you do actually playing the game, something's going to give. Or someone's going to give... someone else a punch in the face. Either way.
As noble as cause as it is, you can never defeat the monstrous marketing monster that is WotC.
A look at where we would be without E. Gary Gygax
This really isn't too far from the truth. Brett is still alive, but I do own a lightsaber.
A new face in the group. Everyone meet "Engler".
Sometimes you've got to take it where you can get it.
