Convention

Dear Diary,

I never did summon the will to play 'puter games. It's better to play in a group than play with yourself. Stig came round for a bath, having only a shower at home, and now, I am toasty, since I put the heating on especially.

After today's nightmare session I think the best thing to do is head to an unconventional convention. Stick to the fringes, go to look about the up-coming events happening on the scene. This will be my first proper 'geek' con' and I'm looking forward to it immensely. I used to go to festivals but since they put that electric fence up, it's not the same as when I was young.

Anyway, because I've stayed away from the central scene of robus, sticking to the fringes and making multiple enemies on the national forum, I have something of a 'bad boy' reputation in the society of fellow geeks that inhabit these fair shores, the Realm of Anglyn. So I am designing a 'shroom inspired colourful pixie chart for the sign-up sheet. All pastels and loud colours. I am undecided whether to run an 'old school' hobbit style one-off, or a pixie-fæ thang, or even do science-fantasy adventure. Hmmm. I don't know. Probably the former first and foremost. I am going to do the whole lot from my phone, taking a stack of scenery and minis, my best dice in my new dice-bag (a pressie from someone I once knew) and see how it goes. Anyway, the time slips away slowly, the grains of dust dropping in slow-motion in the hourglass. A hazy bubble, awaiting the morn' for the bountiful harvest feast. The last night of will-power, out of cigarettes, booze, food, then tomorrow brings new hope, and an old friend. Aye.

Maxen the Saxon.