The second installment in the story of my epic weekend at Origins Game Fair. If you missed part 1, we revese photo-bombed Wil Wheaton and Felicia Day, played board games with Grant Wilson, and drank rum with a modern day pirate. You should check it out… but you don’t have to. This posts does fine as a stand-alone.
Wherein I peddled some wares…
Sleep was fail. I had to be at the vendor hall early because I had a load of my friend Kace’s patchwork skirts in my car and had to get them to Journeyman Leather so they could be sold. If you’re in Ohio this fall you should come see us at Silver Squirrel at the Ohio Rennaisance Festival. You should also buy a skirt while you’re there because they are beautiful, you can wear them year round, and they’re guaranteed to match everything in your closet. (Can you tell I’ve been doing that pitch for 7 years?)
Wherein I was nearly exterminated …
While delivering skirts I discovered there was a Doctor Who booth run by Who North America which is semi-local (within a reasonable drive if I have other plans in the area type deal) and I was like how could practically everyone I know have been here for 3 days already and nobody thought to mention this?!?! And then I was all like HOLY CRAP A DALEK! How did nobody think to tell me there was a Dalek here?!?! … and also a Tardis but who doesn’t have a Tardis these days?
Wherein my cheese curds were disappointingly not squeaky…
After that it was off to lunch at North Market with a few friends. Good food and good times were had by all.
Wherein my friends totally geek out …
While at lunch my friends Steve and Ofelia asked what I had planned for the day. I said I had promised to go by and demo “Four Taverns” so I needed to go do that but otherwise I was free. They said they’d like to demo the game too and could they tag along. I said sure and off we went.
Turns out, Steve and Ofelia are huge Ghost Hunters fans and were hilariously star struck over meeting Grant Wilson. They couldn’t stop grinning and taking pictures the whole time. It was fun though and Grant was an awesome sport. He even agreed to talk to Steve’s sister on the phone.
Look at Steve cheesin,! He was just a little excited. haha
While we were demoing “Four Taverns” no less than 15 people came by to see me. It was awesome and I was reminded that at least once or twice a year I am surrounded by people who find me more awesome than awkward, and I am totally okay with that. As for the game, it’s great and I’m going to post a review today or tomorrow. Please check it out. If you can’t wait that long, here’s a link to Rather Dashing Games. I was originally going to post the review here but this post is already a bit too long and Mike and Grant would probably rather have a review in which I’m not also geeking over Daleks and talking about nipple juju anyway.
Wherein Ofelia loves you, man …
Moving on… Saturday was also Ofelia’s birthday and you can’t have a birthday at a con without your friends getting you drunk. Con’s, however, aren’t like Vegas. What happens at cons ends up photographed, videotaped, blogged, and otherwise spread all over the interwebz. That said, here’s Ofelia drunk dialing everyone she knows while her husband videotaped it. I’m not sure what she was talking about because it was loud where we were, but at one point I was put on the phone with her sister-in-law to explain why I was being mean to her in our game.
Wherein I discover the awesome evil power of my left nipple …
The game was Risk and I always think I want to play Risk but then I remember that I totally suck at rolling dice. I don’t care what anyone says, dice rolling is a skill and it’s a skill I don’t possess. I even got personalized dice with my name on them. It didn’t help. Those dice hate me the most of all dice and it makes me sad. I also suck at playing green no matter what the game. I don’t know why, I just suck at green.
Anyway, we were playing Risk and Steve’s teenaged nephew was kicking my butt and I was about to die and be out of the game when it came to me. Andy does this thing where, when he needs a good roll he rubs his dice on his nipples. The sad thing is, it works. This is like the whole sucking at dice and green thing. I don’t know what weird forces rule the gaming universe. I do know, however, that nipples are like little portals or beacons of power or something that link the gaming forces to our mortal world.
For reasons I won’t go into my left nipple is evil. It occurred to me that if I could properly harness this power, I could sabotage everyone else’s rolls and catch back up in the game. So, before the child could attack me again, I grabbed his dice and rubbed them on my left nipple while singing the evil nipple song (which I made up as I went). I then made weird jinxing hand motions from my left nipple to the board and handed Michael back his dice. He rolled all 1’s. It was doubly awesome because 1’s totally look like nipples. Maybe that’s why nipples are beacons through which game powers are channeled? hmmmm
The amazing thing was, he couldn’t stop rolling 1’s. Roll after roll 1’s kept coming up until the poor boy screamed “What have you done to these dice?!?! Take it back! You have to take it back!” You don’t want to mess with my evil nipple. It’s bad news.
So you might be thinking there’s a flaw in my bad nipple juju strategy in that I will eventually have to roll those same dice to defend my dudes. Not so. You see, the universe must remain in balance so for every evil nipple there must also be a good nipple. I’m pretty sure that’s a Taoist principle.
Believe it or not the powers of the gaming universe being channeled through my nipples was so powerful that not only did I not die, I came back and won the game! and then I wrote “nipple” on the board. True story.
So that’s how I spent day 2 at Origins. I saw lots of other people and did lots of other things but it wasn’t any of those people’s birthdays so whatever, they got left out.
Please tune in tomorrow for my review of “Four Taverns” and a few more pics from the con. G’night everybody.