Hi Venessa! I am all good! How about you? X-mas was great,all the kiddies were home-jusrt that my oldest bought a new turbo skidoo and couldn't bring it with him cause there was no snow!!! LOL I have NEVER lived a single winter where there was none-such a wierd year in more ways than one!
Hope you enjoyed your Christmas,got your tree decorated,and all your wishes come true...except politics! LOL
At first everyone loved my little creation, two of the players suggested calling them "Twilight Terrors" or "Faded Ones" . Not sure if I'm leaning towards one or the other yet, the group of players is actually large enough that adding a new player here or there won't off set game. So of course I have a character and got to sit in on three sessions. Yes you guessed it everyone automatically thinks well we know who's being bitten first and they started checking my character daily in the game. Lol like the DM or myself would be so obvious, they were all so certain of me. None of them saw it happen when it did.
The Third session four NPC's ( non playing characters) had been bitten at different times ( oh should have told you one playing session equals about 12 to 18 months in the game) now they weren't major characters but all had key roles. 1) was the master at arms in charge of weapon storage and ammo making. 2) was a four year E.R. trauma surgeon. 3) former air traffic control operator for O'Hare airport she kept the all the scouting parties in radio contact. And finally 4) the 15 yr old son of the groups leader.
And the end of session they had all been infected two were off on supply runs and the other two were still at base camp ( the main camp is about size of four city blocks behind well built walls and barricades. Then you have the four surrounding field camps about one city block if even that big. The population is very small compared to camp size but each camp is set up so they can move spot to spot in case of attack and what not.
Next week is session four its going to be very interesting
She had been sitting there, cold and perturbed. Her eyes had bugs under them, suggesting that she had not caught any sleep that night. She had been staring on the ground, with her pupils dilated. It was clear to see that her mind had been wandering in only places that she knew best. Having seen and ignored her for a whole thirty minutes, a…