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What a good way to start an update. But I'm not joking-I'm really twatted! My fault, of course-I've been out since 4pm Friday afternoon, and I've just come home 4pm Sunday afternoon. *rolleyes*
So, what happened in the week? Oh, yeah-one of my students, who isn't too steady on his feet, turned quickly in college, tripped over a girl in a wheelchair who was going behind him and flipped over her lap. He was going head first onto the corner of a wait-height metal cabinet-luckily, I've got excellent reflexes and I managed to catch him with one arm.
And I got a serious bollocking for it.
Apparently, and this is an exact quote, "If a student falls over, we must stand back and allow them to fall"
Can you believe that shit? If I hadn't caught him, I dread to think! But, apparently, we must let them go because we can hurt ourselves or hurt the student.
Bollocks to that!! I said to them there and then that there is no way I'd ever do that. Rules be damned! Stupid fecking rules.
What else? Oh, was mildly annoyed to find out that some of the team are having a poker night over one of the girl's houses. And, of course, as I'm finding this out, I've obviously not been asked. That really rather hurt.
Still, fuck 'em.
So, the weekend. Basically camped out in a friend's house. Watched the rugby (Wales! Wales! Wales!) down the local rugby club. Had a great time! Some English guy there got extremely pissy with us, and came out with comments like "Well, don't get any ideas. You got lucky, but you aren't gonna win the 6 Nations. France will steam over you and Ireland..."
Like that.
Of course, he soon gave up in the face of three hulking lads, armed linked, doing the can-can and bellowing "As long as we beat the English, we don't care!"
Also had great fun over Paul's. If Piperfan can go on about her roleplay, I can go on about mine! :P The guys have got me into a game called Werewolf : The Apocalypse- and it's damned good! Basically, you roleplay as werewolves (duh!) in a chronicle created by a storyteller. I got introduced last game, and we continued that.
You know, I've just had a thought-I'm really going to have to take the time to record all the stuff that happens, then write it up. Because some amazing shit happens in these games!
Anyways, this chronicle to introduce my character (one the storymaster made up for me, not one I've done myself) is rather cool. Basically, I've drugged and kidnapped the other three players, and taken them to an abandoned oil rig. They wake up naked and weaponless in seperate locked rooms that are filling with water.
And when they broke out and began wandering, I started hunting... :D It was quality. The character I play is immense, seriously immense. I'm stronger than the other three (just), but that's individually. Three Garou on one? I wasn't confident, even with my amazingness.
My first attack went completely tits up, although I got away totally unscathed. And I was dubious-I hadn't managed to hurt any of them, at all, despite me being a hard bastard. My second attack, though...
I think, when we left it, one of the guys is down, effectively dead, with one long-shot chance to heal something. If I remember correctly, this was because, when we were both in our 9ft werewolf forms, we were locked together face to face and I reacted first. Basically by biting his face off. With silver teeth.
The other huge player and I went rolling down a corridor scrapping. We both took huge amounts of damage, most of which I promptly healed. I've got silver claws. He didn't. And the third guy is a rather weak character, and last we saw him he was pinned between the twisted walkway and the bulk of the werewolf whose face I bit off. And a very weak vampire (NPC character, that I'm controlling), has just been standing there feeding off him. So he's dead too, really.
Go, me :)
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God, I bet all that was boring for you, huh?
But seriously, SO MUCH good shit happened-it was hilarious. I really do think I'll have to write it up...
Anyway, home now and in agony. Last night, after the match, we all went back to Pauls again and got drunk. I remember walking into the room to find Simon on the sofa, getting attacked by four people trying to tickle him. So I dived on him, grabbed his leg in a tight grip and began tickling his foot for all I was worth. He went nuts.
It was only this morning, when I woke up in absolute agony in my back and spent the entire morning unable to sit and stop the pain did someone tell me that while I was tickling him, he was pummeling my kidney. And I didn't even feel it. At the time.
*cries*
OK, I'll just stop now. It'll be for the best.
In bloody work at 6am tomorrow.
*cries more*