July 31, 2005

Pointless Interlude

Somewhere beyond the Shadow Marches, Far From the Demon Wastes, nowhere near the lost continent of Xendrik, and certainly not anywhere near The Forgotten Realms...the DM was lost.

Reluctantly, he focused his crystal ball in on a hilltop in Dargun, where two kobold slaves were picking their reptillian noses while taking a break from harvesting wheat by moonlight.

"Why are we here?" asked the first one, although he asked it in Draconic.

"Is that a philosophical question requiring spatial exposition, dramatic paragraph structuring, and deep analysis mixed with foreshadowing?" the second one asked.

"No, I mean why are we here on this blog, why aren't Tim and Charles playing DnD?"

"Oh. Well, Charles just had a final, Charles' wife twisted her ankle on Friday, and Tim is busy moving. So they haven't really had a lot of time to post."

"Charles seems to be making time to post."

"Well, yes, but he does that when he is procrastinating."

"What's he procrastinating about?"

"He's filing a pro se lawsuit against a newspaper, actually. And he has an article to write for DePaul's law and technology newsletter."

"Ah, I see. Will they be gaming anytime soon?"

"Yes, but in real-time. They're going to get together in a few days, then post a summary, then go back to playing by blog."

"I hope Tim writes the summary, Charles can't write for beans."

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