The continuing adventures of a D&D geek

The game has been going well, and we’re finally getting some personality into the characters. Our only drawback is that Nature Thomas, our druid is leaving for parts unknown. So, in order to continue with a fairly balanced campaign, we’ve been advertising for a replacement player. Preferably of the male persuasion, as God would now be completely alone. (Although, it is FAR more rare to find players of a female persuasion.)

Our first applicant, Brognor, was excellent. A bit of a nerd, proposing a standard rule and all at the end of our session. We must say the basement trolls had much chuckling going on when they heard him. But the game was exciting and full of adventure. God had a run for his money when Brognor had a better accent than Dwight the White.

The second applicant made me cringe. Tom and I, Ghost that is, interviewed him and were blown away. Usually someone at an interview only wants the best known about them. This wasn’t the case.

Usually, there are questions asked on both sides. Information about us, information about him. All of the information flowed one way, us asking him. Zargash had no interest in finding out what we were doing and how we did it. He commented that he hadn’t heard back from other groups in a few days, and I could see why. Most especially, his mention of his man-boobs and the leftover munchies in his computer keyboard really tipped the scales. God later commented that Zargash sounded like a rules nazi and was probably too caught up in reminiscing about former games. Living up to a former 5 year campaigner would be tough for anyone. My thoughts turned to finding odd things in the restroom following a night of bogged down role play. Not a pleasant thought.

Needless to say, with one abstention, the rest were in complete agreement. Zargash was a dud.

(August 17, 2005)