it's two against one, mister plow
Over the weekend, Ryan and Nolan and I played several hours of Talisman. Friday night, we played for close to four hours. On Saturday, it was almost five before my Warrior of Chaos defeated Ryan's Thief on the Crown of Command. Last night, in an effort to play the game in a reasonable amount of time, we decided to play the game with just the original rules, and the first two expansions, but while setting up the game, I realized that my Talisman Adventure components seemed to be missing, so I set out on a quest to find it.
My quest took me into one of my closets, where I thought the box may be hiding behind some blankets. While I was deep in the closet (har. har. har.), I failed my search attempt, and a roll of eight forgotten Teen Idolposters fell off a shelf and hit me on the head. I took 1d4 damage from this clever trap.
I never found the Talisman Adventure box, and we ended up playing "Classic Talisman," with just the original rules, characters, items, and stuff. As punishment for our insolent attempt to complete a game in less time than it takes to fly coast-to-coast, the gods prevented us from completing our game. It's still set up on our dining room table, to be completed later today, after homework and chores are finished.
This morning, while I quaffed coffee and waited for OpenOffice.org to load so I can work on Just A Geek rewrites, I thought to myself, "Maybe it's a sign, those posters falling on my head . . . maybe I should . . . auction one of those Teen Idol things, and purchase a replacement Talisman Adventure Set!"
I smacked my right fist into my open left hand, Burt Ward style.
"Oh, good idea," my Mr. T. Bobble-head said, "I pity the fool who doesn't auction off one of those posters!"
"Don't look at me," said Mr. Plow, "I only talk when I'm in the right World of Springfield Interactive Environment, which is sold separately."
"Well then, I guess it's two against one, Mr. Plow," I said, and hit submit.