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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jul 2, 2008 17:29:53 GMT -5
I just thought I should share this because it's pretty insane. So, in my D&D game at home, I wound up in some wierd altered reality dream type thing where I find myself in a college dorm occupied by the pantheon of gods, as they are the current students there. There's no real way out unless I find a way to end the dream. I'm not really sure how to do it, but in roaming about, It turns out that Kurtulmak and Garl Glittergold are roommates. So now, in an attempt to end the current story arc, I've decided that the best thing to do would be to team up with Kurtulmak and as many of the other god students as I can to try to get get Garl Glittergold kicked out of college. And as an aside, Ehlonna thinks there might be some kind of conspiracy involving the Financial Aid people and now she won't open her door to talk to me. I seriously think that the DM (Lin) has gone out of his mind. I'm not sure if I should be scared or not at this point. At least it's not like last time when I found myself in God high school and had to escape by getting Lloth voted to be prom queen. I guess I should start putting some effort into killing the monsters that keep doing this to me. |
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Post by Wicksy on Jul 2, 2008 18:14:56 GMT -5
What are you playing?!
Sounds fun though....i bet theres some arguments between Kurtulmuk and Garl ;D
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jul 3, 2008 12:35:07 GMT -5
I play a swashbuckler with lots of modifications. He probably doesn't have any business being in a place like that.
And yeah, from what it seems like, they're always fighting. Kurtulmak even built a wall to seperate the room and I think there was a dispute over Pop Tarts.
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Post by Japic on Jul 7, 2008 8:56:58 GMT -5
Remind me not to play D&D (esque) in NY, because I don't think I could keep up with your wierd plotlines.
I have to admit, if I wanted roommate drama I'd watch reality TV, not play D&D. But to each his (or her) own, I'm not nockin it.
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Post by spiral on Jul 8, 2008 11:04:55 GMT -5
When I was at university, I had some crazy house-mates. The best was a guy called Stephen, who went crazy! He started not sleeping at night, walking round the house, shouting eureeka and playing with the light switches. We started locking our doors. He eventually went home, his parents came and collected him one day. I have since spoken to him on MSN, and he seems ok now, so all is well.
I also had a house-mate who thought he was one of the guys from the movie, Casino. He stayed in bed most of the day, bought cars he couldn't pay for, took out loans and played poker with it, and eventually, again, went home without completing his course. Big surprise there then.
Also a guy who did *loads* of drugs. He couldn't sleep without drinking everyday either, as he'd done so much acid in the past, he heard lots of voices, really sinister ones. He was quite open about it. Nice guy. He graduated and is living happily somewhere working as a programmer. So that ended well too.
Another guy who played games all the time, and when he tried to tell you about his MMO exploits, would get so excited, his ability to speak english entirely left him and he'd just start twitching and giggling, and you'd have to leave him like that and catch up with him later. He nearly didn't graduate. I had to code his final year project for him. I took a nice swivel leather chair off him as payment. So that ended well for the both of us.
Anybody else have some crazy room-mate stories? =)
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Post by Deekin on Jul 8, 2008 11:53:42 GMT -5
My first year at UC Davis was a bit crazy. We were stacked 2 to a room, with 2 rooms sharing a common living room and bathroom.
The people in room 314 was me, a white Central Coast yuppie, Dean- my roommate and a Mexican from the central valley. In the other room, we had rich Indian from San Fransisco, and a black guy from central LA.
And none of us got along. That was a fun year.
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Post by VemuKhaham on Jul 8, 2008 12:07:52 GMT -5
I'm living right now beneath a room-mate who is fascinated with shit. He puts his shit everywhere, in the shower, throwing it out of the bathroom window, wrapping it in a newspaper which he binds on someone's bike's luggage carrier; in short, he puts his shit everywhere except for flushing it through the toilet. He then goes about making pictures of it all, and showing it to me. He also denies that the shit on the roof below the toilet window isn't his. Oh, as for the shit in the shower, don't worry: I have made it a practice to shower downstairs. Yes, I told him to stop. Yes, I did all that... It's been a little less troublesome of late, so I hope that's the end of it.  Does that qualify as a crazy-roommate-story? |
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Post by TheUdjat on Jul 8, 2008 12:54:15 GMT -5
I'm living right now beneath a room-mate who is fascinated with shit. He puts his shit everywhere, in the shower, throwing it out of the bathroom window, wrapping it in a newspaper which he binds on someone's bike's luggage carrier; in short, he puts his shit everywhere except for flushing it through the toilet. He then goes about making pictures of it all, and showing it to me. He also denies that the shit on the roof below the toilet window isn't his. Oh, as for the shit in the shower, don't worry: I have made it a practice to shower downstairs. Yes, I told him to stop. Yes, I did all that... It's been a little less troublesome of late, so I hope that's the end of it. Does that qualify as a crazy-roommate-story? My brain refuses to process this disturbing input, and for that I am eternally grateful. |
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jul 8, 2008 13:36:17 GMT -5
Wow Vemu, I can't believe you're still living there. . . that's nasty.
I once lived with a 22 year old who acted like she was 3, a bisexual vegan, a straight Long Island princess with a gay guy and a lesbian who followed her around all day, a depressed artist, and a dramatic writing major, oh, and me, the antisocial who laid in bed all day pretending to read.
That was my suite in freshman year. And no matter how much they managed to play Weezer, Bjork, and the Backstreet Boys every single day, I still can't stand that music.
After that, I spent one more year with a roommate before managing to get a single room all to myself.
Oh college, what a waste of time.
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Post by K Man on Jul 8, 2008 14:41:24 GMT -5
Ummm...no sleepovers at Vemu's house.
EVER.
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Post by Deekin on Jul 8, 2008 14:49:15 GMT -5
I'm living right now beneath a room-mate who is fascinated with shit. He puts his shit everywhere, in the shower, throwing it out of the bathroom window, wrapping it in a newspaper which he binds on someone's bike's luggage carrier; in short, he puts his shit everywhere except for flushing it through the toilet. He then goes about making pictures of it all, and showing it to me. He also denies that the shit on the roof below the toilet window isn't his. Oh, as for the shit in the shower, don't worry: I have made it a practice to shower downstairs. Yes, I told him to stop. Yes, I did all that... It's been a little less troublesome of late, so I hope that's the end of it. Does that qualify as a crazy-roommate-story? Get out of there before it turns into the worst roomate ever story. It's scarly close already. Failing that, get the poor dude some help. Don't let it turn to this! |
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Post by VemuKhaham on Jul 8, 2008 15:06:16 GMT -5
Heh, it's really not nearly as bad as what that link links to. Rereading my post above it's perhaps a bit overstated, but yes, he did throw his shit out of the window once or twice, he did bind it on someones luggage carrier once, and he did shit in the shower once. And he made pictures of it. But actually, I do get comments on the cleanliness of the entire house from guests, which all the other people are more to be thanked for than him, of course. But no, I do not go to the bathroom upstairs which he uses anymore, and yes, it is disturbing information. But happily, the problem seems mostly dealt with now. So Kman, you're welcome to drop by anytime, if you still dare to.  |
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Post by Wicksy on Jul 8, 2008 17:41:09 GMT -5
Well spiral, i seem to remember the odd late night eureka call too, though those were justified I had pretty good flat mates really. I did have a guy in my second year undergrad degree who lived in the house next to me who played loud drum and bass all night. It drove me mad to the point of breakdown. I broke into their house dressed only in a pair of Y fronts and armed with a re-enactment sword. Scared the shit out him it did! ;D There was also a guy toward the end of my phd who had water fights at 3am in the flat below. There was an argument at 2am once...then fighting then silence. Turned out his own housemates had had enough and beat the shit out of him. |
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Post by K Man on Jul 8, 2008 17:53:50 GMT -5
What the heck is a pair of Y fronts?
You English and your crazy language.
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Post by anoba on Jul 8, 2008 19:19:35 GMT -5
What the heck is a pair of Y fronts? You English and your crazy language. I was wondering too... Whatever you all do, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT look at the wikipedia entry for Y fronts. *shudders* |
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Post by Wicksy on Jul 9, 2008 7:49:23 GMT -5
What the heck is a pair of Y fronts? You English and your crazy language. Underpants aka grundies aka underwear with a Y shaped aperture for easy "access" |
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