I wake up in my old room on Concord Drive. I need to get the Fischer Random Chess game ready for the day, so I go over to the shelf with my chess set on it. The chess set is a brown and white miniature marble chess set, with a king about 3/4 of an inch tall. I noticed that the knights were broken, and looked around for the glue. Eventually I realized the Elmers glue-all was hiding behind the rat's water bottle. I couldn't see it directly, but I could spot it's distorted label through the bottle. As I'm gluing the knights back together, I figure that this is a good excuse to finally get the nice wooden miniature magnetic set I was looking at. I try to remember what price it is and a price tag floats in front of my face with 29.99 written on it.
I set the knights aside to dry, but the condensation from the water bottle has left two drops of water right where I place the knights. After thinking about it for a second, I figure it's okay. I'm going to need a place to put two pieces while playing anyway.
I pick up the FRC computer. It's a small tan box with a red button on it and a small LED screen. I press the button, and the screen reads 4012. I'm not sure what that means so I get out the instructions, which is one of those one page with a dozen fold jobbies. The initial 4 apparently doesn't mean anything, as no matter what you start with rook-knight-bishop. The next two are Python style indexes, so 0 means to the left of the rook. That's where you put the first "matching piece." I'm not sure what that means, but I'm guessing it means "duplicate." That gives me rook-rook-knight-bishop, and the 1 then doubles the knight. The 2 then gives the order to put the pieces in, but there's no details on what 2 specifically means.
I'm totally confused and ready to give up, but before I can I wake up.
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Three Fragments
Last night I kept waking up and falling back to sleep, so I had several dream fragments.
In the first fragment, my old friend Jason was giving me advice on playing poker against a porn star in a black lace teddy.
I wasn't even in the second fragment. It was a scene where David Hasselhoff is playing poker against a Russian gangster. Hasselhoff was trying to play it cool, but it was obvious he was desperate to get the gangster into a game, and that he had some scam he was going to pull on the gangster. But the gangster was saying that even though he folded in the last round, he would have won because he had a five in the hole. The cards they were using were really strange. They were covered with diagrams like teeny tables of numbers that were blank except for colored bars across them.
The third fragment was me getting ready to go to Bethesda for work, except I was in the house I grew up in on Concord Drive and it was the middle of the night. I went out front, and then realized I had forgotten something. When I went back into the kitchen I realized that the back door had been wide open all night, and anyone could have come in the house. Then I walked back to my room, but I hadn't turned the hall light on and the light in my room wouldn't come on, so it was pitch black. Then I realized that someone else was in the room and it was too late.
In the first fragment, my old friend Jason was giving me advice on playing poker against a porn star in a black lace teddy.
I wasn't even in the second fragment. It was a scene where David Hasselhoff is playing poker against a Russian gangster. Hasselhoff was trying to play it cool, but it was obvious he was desperate to get the gangster into a game, and that he had some scam he was going to pull on the gangster. But the gangster was saying that even though he folded in the last round, he would have won because he had a five in the hole. The cards they were using were really strange. They were covered with diagrams like teeny tables of numbers that were blank except for colored bars across them.
The third fragment was me getting ready to go to Bethesda for work, except I was in the house I grew up in on Concord Drive and it was the middle of the night. I went out front, and then realized I had forgotten something. When I went back into the kitchen I realized that the back door had been wide open all night, and anyone could have come in the house. Then I walked back to my room, but I hadn't turned the hall light on and the light in my room wouldn't come on, so it was pitch black. Then I realized that someone else was in the room and it was too late.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Teleporting Kobold
I was playing live action Dungeons & Dragons with some friends, and I was the dungeon master. So I come up with a plan where a tribe of kobolds will put all of the children in the town to sleep and kidnap them.
Keep in mind that from this point on, I am a kobold.
We (the kobolds) shoot our sleep-poisoned arrows way up into the air from Concord Dr. I run around the back of the house I grew up in, past one of the children and on to the one I am supposed to kidnap. This is really disturbing because the children are all dead. They all have arrows sticking out of them as if they came straight down out of the sky. The kids are standing up, held up somehow by the arrows, but with dead, zombie-like expressions, and red splotches of blood covering them like the spots on a cow.
But not wanting to let incredibly distubing imagery get in the way of a good plan, I grab the kid and run toward the other end of the back yard, where the player characters are hanging out. This may not seem like the brightest thing for a dead-child-kidnapping kobold to do, but I still have to steal the bicycle part, which is near the rickety and rusted jungle gym we used to have. I am quickly spotted by the frisbee playing swords and sorcery characters, and pursued at high speed out into the street.
Seeing as I can somehow run about 40 mph as a child and bicycle part laden anthropomorphic lizard, I quickly out pace them. Behind me I can hear the cleric (an older woman I don't know) yelling a spell at me. As the sound chases me down the street I realize she is casting teleport hold on, because she knows that kobolds can dimension door. [Note for those who do not play D&D: kobolds cannot dimension door.]
I manage to outpace the sound of her spell, but keep running until the duration wears off so that I can use the dimension door to teleport the hell out of there. I manage to do so, ending up in Belmont near the intersection of Boling Ave and Monticello. I teleport onto the shoulder of the road, and I am almost immediately run off the road by a large truck. It is a truck for a shipping company whose name I can only read because I studied Russian in college and therefore know the Cyrillic alphabet.
Then I woke up. It was about three in the morning and I had to take a piss.
Keep in mind that from this point on, I am a kobold.
We (the kobolds) shoot our sleep-poisoned arrows way up into the air from Concord Dr. I run around the back of the house I grew up in, past one of the children and on to the one I am supposed to kidnap. This is really disturbing because the children are all dead. They all have arrows sticking out of them as if they came straight down out of the sky. The kids are standing up, held up somehow by the arrows, but with dead, zombie-like expressions, and red splotches of blood covering them like the spots on a cow.
But not wanting to let incredibly distubing imagery get in the way of a good plan, I grab the kid and run toward the other end of the back yard, where the player characters are hanging out. This may not seem like the brightest thing for a dead-child-kidnapping kobold to do, but I still have to steal the bicycle part, which is near the rickety and rusted jungle gym we used to have. I am quickly spotted by the frisbee playing swords and sorcery characters, and pursued at high speed out into the street.
Seeing as I can somehow run about 40 mph as a child and bicycle part laden anthropomorphic lizard, I quickly out pace them. Behind me I can hear the cleric (an older woman I don't know) yelling a spell at me. As the sound chases me down the street I realize she is casting teleport hold on, because she knows that kobolds can dimension door. [Note for those who do not play D&D: kobolds cannot dimension door.]
I manage to outpace the sound of her spell, but keep running until the duration wears off so that I can use the dimension door to teleport the hell out of there. I manage to do so, ending up in Belmont near the intersection of Boling Ave and Monticello. I teleport onto the shoulder of the road, and I am almost immediately run off the road by a large truck. It is a truck for a shipping company whose name I can only read because I studied Russian in college and therefore know the Cyrillic alphabet.
Then I woke up. It was about three in the morning and I had to take a piss.
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