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Journal Entry #1000
Jul. 21st, 2009 10:54 amJust another Origins story, belatedly.
So I was playing Scion. It's a game of demigods, and for that session, it had been shifted slightly to make a workable Golden Age Superhero game. We had an Archer, a Woman Warrior, a Speedster, an Elemental, an Investigator, and me - the Brick. My character was the Blue Marvel, super-strong and super-tough. Not especially perceptive - I failed several Notice rolls, but whatever I did see, I could pound.
It was a fun session - the GM had been rolling poorly for the femme fatale villain we first encountered - with the repeated refrain of 'Worst. Spy. Ever.' As she was instantly spotted, and quickly defeated. We got to save the Liberty Bell from saboteurs.
("Oh no, we're too late! They've already damaged the bell!")
I got to hurl a bomb away from innocent bystanders, who mistook it for fireworks.
The basic premise was that Nazi superhuman spies were collecting important American artifacts to give Hitler an occult advantage - and for one more sinister purpose revealed in the climax. (It involved a giant mystic robot.)
We were chasing one crook who'd stolen the letters from an antique printing press - perhaps the one that pritned the first Poor Richard's Almanac? Not sure. When tripped up, he fell, spilling some of the letters.
Now, the GM specified he spilled 11 letters. And we needed a clue as to the final target of the Nazi spies. My brain goes 'A-ha! Anagram time.' Analogous to a casting of runes. The GM started giving the player nearest him a list of what letters spilled, but he'd lost his notes and was doing it from memory.
GM : ' There's a W, a Y, another Y, an I, an O, another I .. no, wait. One I. Hang on..'
So he pauses to work out which letters are there. And starts over, giving them out again.
Me : 'I think you'll need a C.'
The GM looks at me, half-grinning, and thanks me, adding a C in the list he's rattling off. The other players look at me like I've grown a second head.
Me : 'I have an inkling. It's an anagram.'
They prod me to go on.
Me : 'It's New York City.'
Because, honestly, 11 letter destination with a W and two Y's? Not that many with notable ties to American history. We had goodly fun cracking wise about the unobservant Blue Marvel solving anagrams with his grandmother as a child, though.
So I was playing Scion. It's a game of demigods, and for that session, it had been shifted slightly to make a workable Golden Age Superhero game. We had an Archer, a Woman Warrior, a Speedster, an Elemental, an Investigator, and me - the Brick. My character was the Blue Marvel, super-strong and super-tough. Not especially perceptive - I failed several Notice rolls, but whatever I did see, I could pound.
It was a fun session - the GM had been rolling poorly for the femme fatale villain we first encountered - with the repeated refrain of 'Worst. Spy. Ever.' As she was instantly spotted, and quickly defeated. We got to save the Liberty Bell from saboteurs.
("Oh no, we're too late! They've already damaged the bell!")
I got to hurl a bomb away from innocent bystanders, who mistook it for fireworks.
The basic premise was that Nazi superhuman spies were collecting important American artifacts to give Hitler an occult advantage - and for one more sinister purpose revealed in the climax. (It involved a giant mystic robot.)
We were chasing one crook who'd stolen the letters from an antique printing press - perhaps the one that pritned the first Poor Richard's Almanac? Not sure. When tripped up, he fell, spilling some of the letters.
Now, the GM specified he spilled 11 letters. And we needed a clue as to the final target of the Nazi spies. My brain goes 'A-ha! Anagram time.' Analogous to a casting of runes. The GM started giving the player nearest him a list of what letters spilled, but he'd lost his notes and was doing it from memory.
GM : ' There's a W, a Y, another Y, an I, an O, another I .. no, wait. One I. Hang on..'
So he pauses to work out which letters are there. And starts over, giving them out again.
Me : 'I think you'll need a C.'
The GM looks at me, half-grinning, and thanks me, adding a C in the list he's rattling off. The other players look at me like I've grown a second head.
Me : 'I have an inkling. It's an anagram.'
They prod me to go on.
Me : 'It's New York City.'
Because, honestly, 11 letter destination with a W and two Y's? Not that many with notable ties to American history. We had goodly fun cracking wise about the unobservant Blue Marvel solving anagrams with his grandmother as a child, though.
