If I were to write a scenario featuring the journey of six evil brothers and sisters across a good and happy kingdom, destroying and pillaging as they go, to avenge the killing of thier mother by a paladin... would you play it?
A murder mystery aboard a flying ship. A journey into the underworld, with all mythic iconography and imagery attached. Searching for a missing heir at a jousting tourney during the Crown Fair. A race against a rival party through jungle to an ancient temple, on elephant-back, to retrieve a jewel from an idol therein
If I hyper up anymore, I'm going to go through the ceiling. And it's a good twelve feet overhead. And it's orange. Pumpkin orange. I had a weekend with very little coffee, and now I've had four mugs today, and woah, it's relly gone straight to the spine. Jittery. I want it to be Thursday evening, now, please. But this evening will do. But now, not in, er, something over three hours time. Does coffee disable maths?
There is a hair on my keyboard. It is sproingy, straight, and white. It is in fact a whisker. But I am in work. The cat is not here. The cat has developed the ability to teleport whiskers to me. This does, however, remind me that I must pick up cat litter this evening. The teleporting whiskers are still worrying.