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Eighth Topic: Jake Meyers
Mar. 18th, 2008 09:27 pmImpress everyone by telling them you know Jake Meyers. Talk about the old MUSHing days. And let them know that I know everything because I'm Grendel.
I know Jake Meyers. Intimately. You may find this hard to believe but I assure you that it is true. So you've heard he runs the city? You've heard he can crush people with a wave of his little finger? Also true. As sure as the spurs on his boots.
Ha! Those were the days!
I will never forget when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rizzo41 came back to our dorm room one night after some time in the computer lab and said, "I found a new MUSH, it's another roleplaying MUSH, but it's set in Pittsburgh and it's about vampires." Neither of us had ever so much as HEARD of the White Wolf vampire roleplaying game system and were not even remotely what you would consider "gamers," but hey, who doesn't like vampires? I mean, really. Vampires, dudes.
So we made some characters (once again realizing we knew NOTHING about the game system) and started playing. I never got into tabletop role playing and don't really understand the appeal of hanging out with a bunch of rule books and dice and whatever, talking to people face-to-face about wanting to use power A to defeat enemy B and get reward C to build experience and buy D. Just thinking about it makes me feel a little silly. But online roleplaying, to me, ended up being more like group story-writing. And I can dig a little fiction. Somehow I gravitated toward other creative folks, folks who were less interested in "winning" and dice-rolling and more into choosing words carefully and painting a good picture. I guess that's how I shimmied my way into the power-players.
So Jake Meyers, Prince of the city, ended up being a really funny and sweet guy that we all know and love - my dear friend Guy Incognito. You will know him as the Ultimate Ratbutt in our yearly Superbowl bet (even though I lost this year, pooey!), and even though I haven't seen him in forever, I think of him often and am really glad I played that silly vampire game back in the day or else we'd never have met.
Come to think of it, I think he /caused/ the big Patriots upset. Because he's Grendel.
I know Jake Meyers. Intimately. You may find this hard to believe but I assure you that it is true. So you've heard he runs the city? You've heard he can crush people with a wave of his little finger? Also true. As sure as the spurs on his boots.
Ha! Those were the days!
I will never forget when
rizzo41 came back to our dorm room one night after some time in the computer lab and said, "I found a new MUSH, it's another roleplaying MUSH, but it's set in Pittsburgh and it's about vampires." Neither of us had ever so much as HEARD of the White Wolf vampire roleplaying game system and were not even remotely what you would consider "gamers," but hey, who doesn't like vampires? I mean, really. Vampires, dudes.So we made some characters (once again realizing we knew NOTHING about the game system) and started playing. I never got into tabletop role playing and don't really understand the appeal of hanging out with a bunch of rule books and dice and whatever, talking to people face-to-face about wanting to use power A to defeat enemy B and get reward C to build experience and buy D. Just thinking about it makes me feel a little silly. But online roleplaying, to me, ended up being more like group story-writing. And I can dig a little fiction. Somehow I gravitated toward other creative folks, folks who were less interested in "winning" and dice-rolling and more into choosing words carefully and painting a good picture. I guess that's how I shimmied my way into the power-players.
So Jake Meyers, Prince of the city, ended up being a really funny and sweet guy that we all know and love - my dear friend Guy Incognito. You will know him as the Ultimate Ratbutt in our yearly Superbowl bet (even though I lost this year, pooey!), and even though I haven't seen him in forever, I think of him often and am really glad I played that silly vampire game back in the day or else we'd never have met.
Come to think of it, I think he /caused/ the big Patriots upset. Because he's Grendel.
Well hot damn, I won again. I find it amazing that I am perpetually able to choose the Superbowl winner year after year even though I don't follow a lick of football. I lost last year but that was the only time in our about 9 year history. I bet somewhere Guy is weeping.
I wasn't even expecting Indy to win. It wasn't a strategic choice (like I have a strategy), I just hate the Bears. What can I say? I am holding a 21 year grudge from Superbowl XX. Holy crap, that was 21 years ago. I am a freaking OLD PERSON.
I wasn't even expecting Indy to win. It wasn't a strategic choice (like I have a strategy), I just hate the Bears. What can I say? I am holding a 21 year grudge from Superbowl XX. Holy crap, that was 21 years ago. I am a freaking OLD PERSON.
I suppose it had to happen sometime. I really was okay with the idea of being the Ratbutt1 because I knew the Steelers were favored to win. I had friends who were very passionate on both sides, but when it was my turn to choose teams, I chose the Seahawks for volumeat11 because he'd just trekked out to Seattle for his 30th. (Sorry, kungfoogirl!)
It actually would have been a much closer game than I'd anticipated if the Steelers weren't a bunch of big cheaty cheaters. What was up with that first touchdown of theirs, the one that was about one yard away from the line but then he moved his arm after he hit the ground and stuck it out there? And then the replay judges saw the all-angles tape and /still/ decided that was in? Good gravy, whose payroll were they on?
And how about the fact that the referrees called 8783467863872617814 flags on Seattle but, like, NONE on Pittsburgh? What was that all about?
I'll wear my Ratbutt name with pride this year, because I'd rather be a Ratbutt than a stinky cheater!
Also, the commercials were incredibly disappointing this year. I liked the 'revolving door and magical fridge' Bud Light ad. And I liked the Ameriquest one with the dead fly. And of course I loved the Emerald Nuts one. But otherwise? Naah.
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1Every year, Guy and I pick Superbowl teams to win. The winner gets to call the loser "Ratbutt" for a whole year. (This doesn't matter as much now as we don't communicate as much as we used to, but still.) We've done this for 8 years, and though I don't follow football AT ALL, and though we take turns getting first pick of teams, I've never lost until tonight. It started as his ploy to get me to watch the Superbowl, because he is a HUGE football fan. It's always been our little "thing."
volumeat11 because he'd just trekked out to Seattle for his 30th. (Sorry, kungfoogirl!)It actually would have been a much closer game than I'd anticipated if the Steelers weren't a bunch of big cheaty cheaters. What was up with that first touchdown of theirs, the one that was about one yard away from the line but then he moved his arm after he hit the ground and stuck it out there? And then the replay judges saw the all-angles tape and /still/ decided that was in? Good gravy, whose payroll were they on?
And how about the fact that the referrees called 8783467863872617814 flags on Seattle but, like, NONE on Pittsburgh? What was that all about?
I'll wear my Ratbutt name with pride this year, because I'd rather be a Ratbutt than a stinky cheater!
Also, the commercials were incredibly disappointing this year. I liked the 'revolving door and magical fridge' Bud Light ad. And I liked the Ameriquest one with the dead fly. And of course I loved the Emerald Nuts one. But otherwise? Naah.
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1Every year, Guy and I pick Superbowl teams to win. The winner gets to call the loser "Ratbutt" for a whole year. (This doesn't matter as much now as we don't communicate as much as we used to, but still.) We've done this for 8 years, and though I don't follow football AT ALL, and though we take turns getting first pick of teams, I've never lost until tonight. It started as his ploy to get me to watch the Superbowl, because he is a HUGE football fan. It's always been our little "thing."
