Humor from Last Night at EndGame
Jan. 6th, 2005 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shannon_aAt around 7.30pm or so at EndGame last night a photographer showed up. She worked for one of the local tabloids; I didn't quite catch the name. A monthly she said, I think. She was incredibly thorough. There were three games going at the time (Mare Nostrum, Cities & Knights of Catan, and Blood Bowl) and she probably took 8 or 10 pictures of each table. She was there for an hour I'd guess.
As I told the fellows I was gaming with, they're inevitably going to use the Blood Bowl pics in the article.
After she took the pics, the photographer then came back to each table and got everyone's names.
At first the people at my table just tried to give her first names, and were somewhat aghast when she wanted last names too. Not reluctant, you understand; it was just totally beyond their scope of understanding.
Eric gave his last name first, and it was something short. I don't remember what any more, but it was just a syllable long.
Then the other four people started giving their last names. Cole's was something long and complex, and everyone laughed. Then Krishna offered his up, which was not surprisingly unpronouncable to our ears. Peter turned out to be German, and his name was appropriately long, and mine is of course three syllables long, thanks to name conglomeration.
At the end I think Eric had severe name envy.
Peter was someone I'd never played with before. He was quite young; he mentioned college at one point and his mom picking him up at another. I'd guess he was 18 or 20.
He played kind of badly and was overenthusiastic as well, but I generally didn't mind. He was an OK opponent.
But, what I found most funny was the stern warning he offered us at the start of the game. He'd drawn Greece to play and had been told that he'd really need to make alliances to make it work because he was stuck right in the middle.
"Don't mess with me," he said. "I've never lost a game of Monopoly."
And that was uttered totally seriously, with no hint of irony.
"You've played Monopoly more than once recently?" someone quipped.
He had.
As I told the fellows I was gaming with, they're inevitably going to use the Blood Bowl pics in the article.
After she took the pics, the photographer then came back to each table and got everyone's names.
At first the people at my table just tried to give her first names, and were somewhat aghast when she wanted last names too. Not reluctant, you understand; it was just totally beyond their scope of understanding.
Eric gave his last name first, and it was something short. I don't remember what any more, but it was just a syllable long.
Then the other four people started giving their last names. Cole's was something long and complex, and everyone laughed. Then Krishna offered his up, which was not surprisingly unpronouncable to our ears. Peter turned out to be German, and his name was appropriately long, and mine is of course three syllables long, thanks to name conglomeration.
At the end I think Eric had severe name envy.
Peter was someone I'd never played with before. He was quite young; he mentioned college at one point and his mom picking him up at another. I'd guess he was 18 or 20.
He played kind of badly and was overenthusiastic as well, but I generally didn't mind. He was an OK opponent.
But, what I found most funny was the stern warning he offered us at the start of the game. He'd drawn Greece to play and had been told that he'd really need to make alliances to make it work because he was stuck right in the middle.
"Don't mess with me," he said. "I've never lost a game of Monopoly."
And that was uttered totally seriously, with no hint of irony.
"You've played Monopoly more than once recently?" someone quipped.
He had.