And I still hate you, Monday.
Welcome to yet another Token Post For NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow I will attempt a genuine post, all about Amber GM Flailings and 25 Man One Room Raid and Other Such Things. And then I should probably do another strat, because I find myself having to explain fights and going, bwuh? You all really want to hear about how the orbs have AIDS, anyway, I know you do.
I’m still cautiously flailing my way through GMing, because the one thing the Amber is terrified of is Not Being Liked. This might seems trange for someone as snarky as I am, but ’tis true.
PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.
I have, in the meantime, mentally scribed two new rules of Amber GMship:
1) If you don’t want to go to a raid, take a page from Cranky Tank’s book and just flat out tell me you don’t want to go. Don’t make up shit when I can find out about it later. *stares*
2) Please don’t drunkenly call me at 2 am to yell about White Castle. You know you you are, guildies. You know who you are. Sleepy GMs are sleepy.