Amazon

So since I got a couple hundred extra bucks from quarterly bonuses I decided to hit Amazon. Ordered books 2 and 3 for the Deathstalker series, a volumes 4 and 7 of Transmet and a cd by Straylight Run...

Oh yeah, and pre-ordered Sin City for 16 bucks...

And now the waiting...

Saturday Game

So its been a month, maybe two since we've managed to get together for this game. Kyle's busy getting a new apartment so his charlatan is, I don't know, hiding in a barrel or asleep the whole game...

The rest of us start out searching the wreck of the merchant caravan we were supposed to be guarding. Lucky for the dwarf's consience we find out merchant dude was smuggling poisons and the components to make poisons. Which while we're attempting to id them, Misty's Pixie-Faerie botches her skill check and basically melts most of her right arm off. And then Jane's gnome manages to botch an id check and would have died if Dave's dwarf didn't have a scroll with a Neutralize Poison spell. So we just burn everything.

Then a brief fight against some big ass birds that showed up, followed by my searching of the merchant's lead wagon. Where we find his lock-box and I search it for traps. Whereupon my aardvarkian bones that roll and gets hit with a poison needle, so I'm catoleptic for several days.

After that its back to the small town, then the larger original town to train. I get Chabbo up to 4th and we have enough money to train Dave's dwarf up in one of his classes. So back on the road we go. Again.

And less than a day out we get hit by a band of troglodytes. Thanks to Dan's Axe of Doom the trogs are sent running. Of course, they're own scent attack makes them easy to track. And at their lair we find enough money to pay for Dave to finish training. So back to town again. Which makes us tough enough that the original adventure (the treasure map off the crazy dude) beneath us, so Dan has us learn that some NPC found the treasure. So we wrap up, planning to go off in a different direction to explore an old dwarven mine...

I guess its a meme

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who cannot give blood even though my partner and I have only ever been with each other, because we are the same sex.

I am the child branded "dyke" or "fag" because of how I dress or act.

I am the girl who was sent to a religious conversion camp when my parents found out I was gay and tried to "save" me. I committed suicide because I was made to believe God could not love me.

I am the transsexual who was raped and told it was my own fault, by the sheriff.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

From demonicfaerlyn

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