A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Okay, so I'm not just a HUGE Star Wars fan. I'm a reasonable 210 ...ahem... okay, okay, 220 lb. Star Wars fan. I went to see Episode 3 opening night, but didn't camp out or anything. Or go in costume. Or wear freaky face paint. I wasn't even sure I was going to get to go, until my totally awesome friend Lance invited me to go with him. Once at the theater, I looked about and couldn't find him amidst teeny-boppers and pasty-faced basement-dwellers whose mom dropped them off but reminded them they had to be at work in the morning. I walked off to find a quieter place to use my cellphone and give him a call, when this kinda creepy looking guy with a shaved head and a goatee any wookie would be proud of started making his way to me. Oh wait... that's Lance.
Anyways, this isn't a movie review, it's just to state that I'm not gah-gah for Star Wars. I just like it. It falls into the broad category of things that I would prefer to participate in rather than spectate, such as: the olympics, tennis, rugby, cooking, football, and girl's gymnastics. Oh wait, how'd that get in there?
Anyways, I think it's a neat universe, with cool species, imaginative technology, and spiffy special effects, but like I said, I would prefer to participate in it. How, you may ask? How does one participate in something that occurred a long, long time ago in a galaxy created specifically to boost George Lucas's bank account? Easy, my friends: the wonders of ROLE PLAYING! That's right. That evil spawn of heck that has sentenced countless teenage souls to the purgatory of social isolation and spawned more made-for-TV movies in the 1980s than Mary Lou Retton.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm starting a Star Wars Role playing campaign here in the Fort of Smith, and so far, all my players are members of my church, including 2 deacons and our pastor's kids. I'm still trying to coax my dad into playing. It isn't the bizarre abandonment of reality that bothers him, or the connection to the otherworldly "force" that's holding him back. It's the staying up past 10:00pm to play.
So anywho, I've got about 7 victi... errr, ummm.... I mean, players that are getting heroes together to run around and try to save the galaxy. I start my adventures around level 10. Basically that means the heroes aren't going to be hard pressed to find or fly a transport off their planet (think episode IV). They can be more concerned with, say, acting as a strike-force and taking out an entire Imperial ground base. I think the latter lends itself towards more excitement. Anywho, once we get the game up and rolling (pun intended, so sue me), I'll paste their/our adventures here on my blog. Unless you think that'd be totally absurd. Just let me know.
Anyways, this isn't a movie review, it's just to state that I'm not gah-gah for Star Wars. I just like it. It falls into the broad category of things that I would prefer to participate in rather than spectate, such as: the olympics, tennis, rugby, cooking, football, and girl's gymnastics. Oh wait, how'd that get in there?
Anyways, I think it's a neat universe, with cool species, imaginative technology, and spiffy special effects, but like I said, I would prefer to participate in it. How, you may ask? How does one participate in something that occurred a long, long time ago in a galaxy created specifically to boost George Lucas's bank account? Easy, my friends: the wonders of ROLE PLAYING! That's right. That evil spawn of heck that has sentenced countless teenage souls to the purgatory of social isolation and spawned more made-for-TV movies in the 1980s than Mary Lou Retton.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm starting a Star Wars Role playing campaign here in the Fort of Smith, and so far, all my players are members of my church, including 2 deacons and our pastor's kids. I'm still trying to coax my dad into playing. It isn't the bizarre abandonment of reality that bothers him, or the connection to the otherworldly "force" that's holding him back. It's the staying up past 10:00pm to play.
So anywho, I've got about 7 victi... errr, ummm.... I mean, players that are getting heroes together to run around and try to save the galaxy. I start my adventures around level 10. Basically that means the heroes aren't going to be hard pressed to find or fly a transport off their planet (think episode IV). They can be more concerned with, say, acting as a strike-force and taking out an entire Imperial ground base. I think the latter lends itself towards more excitement. Anywho, once we get the game up and rolling (pun intended, so sue me), I'll paste their/our adventures here on my blog. Unless you think that'd be totally absurd. Just let me know.
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