Tad, have you made it home yet? You had a mighty long drive ahead of you.
We drove like hell and I took of Sunday morning since I didn't have anything else planned to do. Two 19 hours drive sessions wit a few hours sleep between and I'm home. Got in late last night. I remember sitting in a Perkins at the Iowa/Wisconsin border looking at the map of how far we'd come after the first 15 hours and comparing that to the distances from Indianapolis to Springfield or Atlanta. I believe the words "lucky fuckers" came up more than once.
Ross was the GM Kroack. This was the first (maybe now annual) RPPR Fan Meet Up so Ross ran same stuff after we'd talked and gotten dinner. We had a massive game (eight players) made up for RPPR "crew" and RPPR fans. Then, since everything went crazy so fast, Ross ran a second game which only the RPPR fans played in (except for Shrapnel and spouse who had to take off). So that was me, Murph, ristarr, and AmishNinja. The three of them where Delta Green agents and was the friendly. I kept eating egg salad and throwing up. Out of character I think we figured out what the "problem" was pretty damn fast but having no idea what was causing it or how to was spread or what the fuck to do about it, the game spiraled into this insane cluster fuck as we ran around trying not to die (which we failed at, across the board).
Less said the better, since the game was recorded and might somebody see the light of day (on the internet) in the event Ross has to throw more fodder into the next ransom reward pile. Personally I can't wait since I'm in love with the sound of my own voice. My only regrete is that I didn't make people say my name on the recording more.
