From Denver to Chicago. Living through my heart, stomach and my id.

Playtesting 5th ed. D&D (Taken with instagram)

Playtesting 5th ed. D&D (Taken with instagram)

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I dropped my phone in the toilet.

You can keep it toilet.

Wat. (Taken with instagram)

Wat. (Taken with instagram)

Rolling with my homies. (Taken with instagram)

Rolling with my homies. (Taken with instagram)

To show my coworkers what a real QB looks like. (Taken with instagram)

To show my coworkers what a real QB looks like. (Taken with instagram)

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I killed a pigeon this morning.

As I was on Diversey, going under the 90/94 underpass, a bird was too slow to get out of the way of my car.  The pigeon was struck by my driver’s side mirror and went down.  In the rearview, I saw the car behind me dispatch it.

I then wanted a donut.

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So last night was my final night DM’ing Encounters.  Not forever, per se.  Just for at least a season.  I enjoyed my time doing it, but I’ve been DM’ing for the past 3 or 4 seasons and its time for me to take a break and just play.

Normally, I play Defender class characters in the D&D 4e universe.  Specifically paladins.  I’m not sure why.  I’m sure its a facet of my personality, to want to protect and fight.  But that’s my default, I just enjoy the ability to save my party mates through strength and healing ability.  I’ve never had an affinity for magic users.  I’m not sure what it is, just never got into using them.

This time around, I’ve decided to roll an assassin/executioner.  Actually, just a straight up ninja.

I’m excited for the new season.  I have no idea what to expect.  Drows, but that’s just form the cover of the new campaign book.

It's a Controlled Descent: The Truth About 20-Sided Dice

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There are a limited number of “twenties” in any given d20. That is, no matter how many times you roll a d20, you cannot roll another twenty once the supply has run out. These twenties can only be replenished by rolling a corresponding one with the same die. Thus every gamer is duty-bound to…

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I had a dream where I bought a Harley.  I know, it sounded weird.  I never pictured myself as a Harley guy.

Then in my dream, you rode with me.  And you had an Angry Birds helmet.  I have no idea why, but it was the red Angry Bird.

We rode to Wisconsin visiting different cheese places.  The wind in our faces and you hugging me from behind.

I started a motorcycle jar this morning.

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