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| (Party on the bridge between stalactites in Deep Carbon Observatory) |
The adventuring party has been headed down long enough into
Deep Carbon Observatory to catch a clew about what is kept deep in this underworld..., however this the last
DunDraCon in San Ramon, California. Our annual President's Weekend haunt for the past (mumble, mumble) 29 years.
So Sick Rick brought up the idea of his DMing some games which got me hyper-loaded that we could co-DM the last session at the San Ramon Marriott and my brain began to envision all the crazy ways we could throw back to our classic games there.
Our very first year (1992, thanks Kev for cluing us in) we "borrowed" some room with an official game scheduled that had vacated, pretended to be that game, smoked so much weed filling the hall with smoke that two poor dudes couple doors down got busted (we were smart enough to lock the door), and left the commandeered hotel room littered with liquor and beer bottles. My goodness, the expression of that DM arriving early for his 8:00am game.
We left a trail of bottles, cigarette butts, vomit, stacked furniture, and fucking hellacious games. Game sessions designated with proper names: aforementioned
Flower People ('92), Pee-Wee Herman God
Jambicon ('93), methamphetamine-fueled
Jitterycon ('94), insanely drunk dungeon mastering
Revenge of the Son of Greg ('95), Porno Matt and Kev's Wild Turkey 101-infused
Executive Decision ('96).
Early on we mostly commandeered vacant gaming rooms, but we also gamed in the stairwell a bunch (no cameras then and you could smoke in there), hallways were good, and then the standby open gaming rooms.
Well the one thing I'm gonna do is keep it moving, the party this game should either be running or fighting.
