Ding!

So, it's almost 5am. I couldn't sleep, was out of bed at 2 or 3.. I forget when.. regardless- crying. I miss Grandmama so much, it just fucking aches.
Also, I've been really sick the past few days. I hope it clears up soon.

I have a few things I'd like to write this week, assuming my sickness doesn't keep me down all week again...
One of which is the combat scene from Sunday's game. Wow!
I'm very sad Bill's character, Shade, died.
Most people seem to either be of the mindset that playerdeath is just a part of the game/without it, what's the point in playing?- or that it shouldn't happen, no sir, not ever.
I am of this second mindset. I figure, I'm playing D&D to make a hero and play through a story and damnit, it's only fun if the hero dies when -I- want the hero to die. Also, I'm spoiled rotten.
But I'm very obviously in a group where the DM isn't afraid to PK. Even a little level 5 halfling. I'll have to really be careful of this... If Zen died... I don't know, I think it might damage my psyche a little, at this point.

One of my friends called me on being 'obsessed' with my character, actually... in a very "being serious" fashion- he even had 'serious face'.
I just laughed at him, and agreed.
Why not? It's the first obsession I've had in years that isn't inherently self-destructive. I'm going to go with it.

Also, because Shade died, we all dinged. So, yay level 6. Zen got her first level of bard. Druid levels next, then back for another bard, and EVENTUALLY.... Lyrist goodness.
Also, Zen 'popped' a dragonmark.... and so many other cool things happened to the rest of the party members.
Sunday was full of win, despite how crappy I was feeling... I really hope I can get around to writing it out. I think it's worth writing.

So, in short: Boo grief, boo sickness, boo playerdeath, yay leveling, yay game days going smoothly again, yay hopefully writing soon.