In graduate school, we have been assigned parts in a role
playing game.
I have attempted to take it very seriously even though it
isn’t for a grade because it’s for a dissertation. To a PhD candidate,
dissertations are like your baby. We
can’t hurt his baby!
My avatar believes education is created by experience and I
keep trying to incorporate the theory and play along like I’m an avatar but
this one particular character is insufferable.
I login; probably more than anyone else in the cohort
because this is my only chance to be creative and like I said, we can’t hurt
his baby. (Holy God, can they track how
many times we lurk? They all probably
think I am crazy. We can’t hurt his
baby…)
I read it with excitement, I need a life…and my character
was insulted.
Another character was rude to my character in an attempt to be funny.
Another character was rude to my character in an attempt to be funny.
No, that witch did not criticize me….
I’m done. I’m the only one posting and the character was rude. No one else cares about his baby.
I need help. I am not
going to lose this game. I haven’t
blogged for fun in almost a year. They
gave me something creative to do and now I’m being hurled at with intergalactic
insults. I need someone who played
Dungeons and Dragons until he was told to go to bed. I need someone who can read an L.Ron Hubbard
book in one sitting. I need someone who
sent me a plush Shoggoth stuffed animal as a baby gift.
I’m calling my brother.
“Yeah”
This is how he answers the phone.
“I’m playing a role playing game.”
“You?”
“Yes, me.”
“OK I know you got divorced three years ago but enough is
enough, did you read that German fairy tale I sent you about the men in
grey? Momo? No, even better, get out of the house. I’ve
heard there is this site called OK Cupid….”
“No! I have to play
this game, but one character was rude to me.”
“So block the griefer…no problem….bye…”
“Hey! Wait a minute- I really need help. I can’t block
him…he’s kind of a professor.”
“What???”
“Can you help me?”
“You have twenty minutes and then I’m packing for Louisiana.”
“Louisiana? Didn’t they just approve creationism?”
“What do you want, Big Sis?”
“Does mom know you are going to Louisiana?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Oh right…I’m doing a role playing game..…”
“Post-apocalyptic, Space Opera, Cyberpunk, or Steampunk ?”
“What?”
“You can’t just play a role playing game, there are
different types.”
“Post-apocalyptic I think…everyone has been floating around
for a while like that show with Edward James Olmos you sent me bootlegged DVDs
of for my birthday six years ago, and they are coming together, like Caprica
maybe?”
“BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA! CAPRICA WAS THE PREQUEL!!!!! JESUS, DID WE
GROW UP IN THE SAME HOUSE????”
“Ok don’t yell at me….it’s like that, post-apocalyptic.”
“War or natural cause?”
“Huh?”
“What caused the apocalypse- war or natural cause? Oh please tell me it isn't religious…is this
for church?”
“No –I told you, grad school and I have no idea why they are
wandering around….Look, I made a move and then they were rude to me….”
“Somebody was a jerk on the internet? That’s never
happened before.”
One thing all three of us siblings have is sarcasm and quick
wit.
“So what do I do now?”
“Play it out Big Sis, that’s what you do…now it’s your turn. Give it to him good.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t hold back, it’s your turn. Show him what you’re made of.”
“Can I send it to you?”
“I’ll be in a bayou in Louisiana doing A REAL role play for
the US Government.”
“Once again, does mom know?”
“Would you have known if you hadn't called about a game?”
We are such a close family….
“Fine”
“Fine”
“Love you”
“Love you”
Click- no byes, just a click
Play it out, that’s his post- apocalyptic advice. Play it
out. I have quite a bit of creative energy bottled up inside me that is dying to bust out.
Here goes nothing….
