'Yeah, that was something else...' my customer replied...
Trying to purge the memory from my mind, i quickly changed the subject...'how's the card racket going?' His phone rang...
'Good man, i'm going up to GenCon...they've got a tourney in one of the other hotels, got a big purse, so i'm going to check it out.' he replied. Holding up a finger, he answers the phone...after a moment...'Hang on a sec,' he says to the caller...'hey man, gotta go...thanks again...come on
Its 11:15, too early in the day to deal with the comings and goings of those who know not what they speak of. Its been 10 minutes since i left the desperate housewife in a quandry about the classifications of games. I think she shed a neuron when she came up with this clarification...
'Oh, THOSE games, like monopoly!' she concluded, a sly grin of mediocre acheivement chisled to her botox-injected face.
I just nodded, fearing that anything i say at this point would just
I thought i would share my experiences from my time working at a game store in North Dallas...by far, it was my favourite job...but then again, what would be the downside of getting paid to play games? However the point of my narrative is from the perspective of those who work at the store...this is the first installment of my ongoing tale...
With great reservation, do i rise from the stool behind the counter, flanked by the protection of glass display cases containing the various
Since this is my first attempt at what the outside world refers to as a 'blog', (Pardon my anachronistic nature, i don't frequent the techno-babble as much as, well, anyone.) I'll address my one passion, outside of gaming, that i've had all of my life...writing...it seems that i've come into a bit of a problem...
I've been playing RPG's in one form or another since i was 12, it started when i was introduced to a group of Grad students in town after a game of pool at the local university
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