Yeah, so…I’m done with this group. Maybe not forever, but definitely for the night. I mean, for real, if you come into a role-playing group, one of the basic tenets is that you play by the rules. I don’t care if you’re bored: you came along to a tabletop RPG night where you knew full well we’d be playing ‘Renovation Revolution’. It’s set in the real world and it’s all about using DIY skills to improve your home. If you want all that wizard and elf nonsense, go join another group.
I actually kinda thought I had them interested as well. I was playing a level 60 landscape designer AND trying to be the GM at the same time, and John had just unlocked his ability to create driveway pavings. Our group went on an epic quest to Cranbourne. Buying pebbles was our main objective, but I suggested that we do some research into crushed rock so John could craft his perfect driveway. Of course, Leroy has to interrupt and say that he wants to go back and work on his patio, which he’d been droning on about all game. I told him a thousand times, you can’t change your skill-set in the middle of the game. He wanted to be a landscape designer. That comes with a full set of garden products and an increased chance to roll criticals during the furniture assembly phase. But no, halfway through he’s whining that he wants to be a woodworker, which is an entirely new set of skills. You can’t just swap; it ruins the flow of the story. We were in Cranbourne for landscape supplies, which would benefit him as well since he gets a +2 bonus on tool usage, though only if it’s applied during a landscaping feat.
And that was that. I never got to create my perfect driveway lining, and in fact none of us achieved our DIY goals. That’s what happens when you play with people who don’t have the passion.
-Mack
Is it just me, or has the ‘Simulation-Settlement’ series gotten a lot more…
Go home, Sandra. Seriously, just…go home. I’ve never actually seen her leave the office, so for all I know, she sleeps on her desk. She’s always here in the morning, and even when I put in overtime she’s still here, typing away. And then we get emails at all times of day, even on weekends and public holidays. It’s been like this ever since Sandra became the boss, and I *think* it might be killing her. But none of us can do anything about it, because she does what she wants. 
OH. MY. BARNACLES.
So…we’re having a family reunion. It’s going to be magical. I’m going to enjoy it so much, and I shall be fulfilled.
I had that terrible nightmare again. The one where I wake up and society is pretty much the same as it is now, except all conventional forms of power have collapsed and people now generate electricity through exercise. Desks have all been converted to pedal desks, if you want to watch the TV you have to run on a treadmill and even something as simple as boiling a kettle mean that you have to drop and do ten push ups to generate enough power. And the worst part? Everyone is OKAY with it. They’re all so fit and happy, drinking water and lightly glowing as they do their ordinary office work, pedalling away. And there’s me, the only unfit person in the entire world.
It is always my fault. No matter what happens it is as if I purposefully plotted for it to go wrong and be against us. It is simply unfair. The tree developed vertical cracks that put it in danger of falling, hence putting us in danger of being fallen on. From the attitude I am getting you would think I intentionally harmed the tree causing the vertical cracks and therefore, landing the major bill for tree removal in our mailbox. Luckily I have actually managed to find an excellent company specialising in 
You know, I 
Welding certainly is fascinating. So many scientific principles applied in the welding process, and it’s such a common thing; so many pieces of apparatus around us have been welded, but most people don’t even know how it works.
Hey family!