Treasure Type E

[robotnik2004]

"OK: any historic figure."
"I'd fight Gandhi."
"Good answer."
"How about you?"
"Lincoln."
"Lincoln?"
"Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger."

So Clinton Nixon and Vincent Baker have been "interviewing" each other in a thread at Fair Game—I put scare quotes around "interviewing" because it looks suspiciously like two friends just having a fun, free-ranging conversation—and one of them asked the other who their dream gaming group from history would be. They both had great answers:

Clincent: I'd like to play a game of Dogs in the Vineyard with Thomas Jefferson, Mae West, Wyatt Earp, Mark Twain, and Ambrose Bierce. Twain's the GM, of course. Jefferson's all "the-what-the-what" when he finds out what happened in the western US. "A theocratic governorship? Nonsensical fantasy!" And we all laugh, and Mae's character shoots someone in the face and then she winks at me across the table.

Vinton: We're playing My Life with Master. It's me, Jesus, Salvador Dali, and Christopher Robin Milne (as an adult), with Michael S. Miller GMing. Jesus gets really into it, he's all like "yessss masssster" and rolling his eyes wildly, but Michael makes Salvador Dali cry. Christopher Robin Milne OWNS the horror revealed.

I especially like that "of course" Twain's the GM. Like, duh.

I'll have to think about who my dream gaming group would be. Some of you have already heard my reverie about Elvis Presley's Jungle Room at Graceland, and how it is the Platonic Ideal of the 1970s rec room, and how certain I am that if Elvis had lived only a few more years he would have played D&D there with the Memphis Mafia, because that is so clearly what the room is built for. But it wouldn't have been a dream game, it would have been lame as hell, because Elvis wouldn't DM, he'd get Sonny West or somebody to do it, and Sonny would just totally kiss up to Elvis and give his character 18/00 Strength and 18/00 Charisma and tons of magic items and every other dungeon room would just be elf girls in white cotton panties.

I'm posting a lot, huh? You might think that means I have no work to do... but really it means I have lots of work that I don't want to do. I want somebody to "interview" me!

Comments

[head58.livejournal.com]

Okay, Dr. MacD, let's start off light:

When you die and get to heaven (assuming x,y,z, blah blah blah), what's the first thing you want to say to God?

[judd-sonofbert.livejournal.com]

Elvis would be a nightmare player. Holy shit. If his character got killed he'd storm off and kick everyone out of his house so he could sulk for a week and then not talk to the DM for a year while giving everyone else Caddies.

Nuts.

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

elf girls in white cotton panties

I'll be in my bunk.

I got a good answer for my usual robotnik standby interview question, "Why the telephone?," the last time I asked it, so I'll go a little further afield...

If you could only visit FIVE cities for the rest of your life -- that is, all other cities in the world would be forbidden to you to visit personally -- which five cities would those be?

[ruddyruddy.livejournal.com]

Never fight Lincoln! Sure, he went down easily in that old Star Trek episode "The Savage Curtain", but that wasn't the real deal. In addition to his great reach, Abe was hot-tempered, incredibly strong, and renowned for his skill with an axe, earning himself the nickname "The Rail Splitter" for his prowess. Plus, he was a renowned catch-as-catch-can wrestling champion. In fact, there's a spurious tradition tracing the NWA championship title (and therefore the current WWE title, which descends from it) all the way back to Lincoln.