Technomancer setting: A complicated "Cold War Bomb Shelter" dungeon filled with Fonzie-alike vampires. The team's spellslinger "dragon slaved" the corridors so he had a straight shot out instead of twisty li'l corridors all alike. So I'm sitting there with the map. Flat look at the caster's player. Slowly and deliberately wad up the map and toss it over my shoulder.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll