Game: Mage
Storyteller: Monica
Chronicle: The Group
Players: Andrew, Caitlin, Raven, John
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Monica starts the game: We're all at the Irvine Spectrum.
Andrew: No we're not.
John: We're all in Andrew's living room.
Monica: Okay, we're all at the Irvine Spectrum, except for Andrew who's being a wussy whiner. So he gets no experience points. Caitlin meets a younger version of Pierce Brosnan and runs off with him.
Caitlin: Hey YEAH!
Raven: Oh, Cait's all in to that!
Caitlin: I *know* who that is, Oh YEAH!
Andrew: Okay, so we're all at the Irvine Spectrum...
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Andrew: I reach into my pocket and play with my paper clip. . .
Raven: Always finish that sentence.
Monica: Is that what they're calling it these days?
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Andrew: I'm going to use matter to put a hole in their tire.
Monica: (consulting dice) Nothing happens.
Andrew: Shit!
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Andrew: I think that should be a "Bum bum bum" for Raven.
John: Bum bum bum!
Andrew: Thank you.
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Monica: Before anything else can happen ...
Raven: I *hate* it when she says that!
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Monica: They pull off the freeway with a flat tire.
Andrew: Whoo-Hoo!
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Andrew: (Drops pizza cheese on his crotch, everyone stares)
Monica: Uhh... Can I ... Uh get that for you?
**Later**
Raven: (Drips pizza on open book.) Uuh, pizza on book. Not good.
(Wipes it off with her hands, aims for a napkin, misses.) Uuh, pizza on
chair!
Monica: Pizza on Crotch! Oh my god, it's your new Indian name, "Pizza on Crotch"!
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Caitlin: Where am I?
Monica: You're still unconscious.
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Andrew: I open the door.
Raven: I kiss dirt. :::mimes flinging herself on the ground:::
John (Interjecting): You see a bomb.
Monica: There's nothing there.
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Andrew: I use Correspondence to look into the glove box.
John (Interjecting again): You see a bomb.
Monica: There's nothing there.
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Andrew: I open the trunk
Raven: Suicidal bastard...
Monica: Just the normal stuff.
Andrew: Oh, so a jack, a spare tire, a couple of bombs...
Raven: Some empty beer cans...
Andrew: The body of the guy they killed last night...
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John: You also see a bomb.
Monica: DAMN IT! Quit backseat storytelling!
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Monica (to John): You know, maybe if you're a good little boy, I'll let
you learn hedge magic someday.
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Group breaks into a chorus of the "Star Wars Cantina" ...
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Andrew: ... Using this I put my finger through the wall and look through.
Monica: It's a computer lab, there's no one inside.
Andrew: I slide my hand in and push the wall aside like a sliding glass door.
Monica: (consulting dice) Oh My God! I don't believe it! You did it! You actually, freaking did it!
Andrew: Really cool!
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Monica: So they're making fairies high on LSD?
Raven: Wouldn't you think they'd be high enough?
Monica: I don't know, why don't you ask Puck?
Raven: Hey, hey, don't f*ck with Puck!
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Caitlin pours some DayQuilAll: Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!
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Andrew: I'll use my Correspondence to see what's happening where the
screaming is coming from.
Monica: Gun shots illuminate a giant organism with lots of tentacles.
Andrew: (nonchalantly) So, we got squid.
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Monica: (as NPC) Ever seen Aliens?
John: Game over man!
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Andrew: I'm going to utilize the matter and prime now. I'm going to
reach into my coat and pull out a grenade.
Monica (Consults dice) You've got a pineapple.
Andrew: Damn Paradox! Fine, I throw the pineapple -
Monica: Uh, pineapple is a euphemism for grenade...
Andrew: Oh. So... I throw the pineapple...
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John: (awakens from the dead covered in blood) Where's that chick in
Black that shot me?! I want to hunt her down and kick her ass.
Raven: See your back? (He checks) See your front? (He checks) Check your hair, man.
John: This is her?
Raven: Yup.
John: COOL! ... Man I'm never going to get this smell out of this jacket.
Andrew: This is the only way John's ever going to have a woman all over him...
John: HEY!
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Raven: Only my friends aim for the "deviant" label.
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