So this is why I got to spend the entire weekend making a D&D 4E character without feeling guilty about it at all:
For those of you who enjoyed the D&D Podcasts, we're recording another session on Thursday. Jim Darkmagic (of the New Hampshire Darkmagics), Binwin Bronzebottom, and Omin Dran of Acquisitions Incorporated make their return to the table, while William "Wil" Wheaton joins as the new hire, playing an unreleased class. Yes, that's correct: we have a celebrity guest. This is the big Goddamned Leagues, people.
I loved those D&D Podcasts, because it was like listening to me and my friends play in high school. I can't wait to actually participate in one (I've written a backstory that fits into their campaign, even,) and watch Jim Darkmagic set Binwin on fire firsthand. I also can't wait to find out who the celebrity guest is, because that's going to be awesome.
I don't have a character generator, or a subscription to D&D Insider, so I had to create [Awesome Character Name Redacted] the old school way: on the floor of my office, flipping between the PHB and Adventurer's Vault to make sure I was investing my limited magic item budget in the wisest way, and then double checking to ensure I had applied the bonuses correctly. I hadn't touched the 4th Edition character creation rules before last week, and I haven't created a character from blank paper in over a decade, so I'm pretty sure that when I get over to the Penny Arcade Secret Headquarters of Doom to play tomorrow, there may be some serious pointing and laughing at me when I show off my character sheet and my errors are revealed for all to see. I hope they don't do it in front of the mysterious celebrity guest, because I want to make a good impression.
The process of creating my character, who I guess I can tell you is an Eladrin (because I've always thought high elves were cool) and is a new, secret class out of the PHB 2, awakened all these slumbering memories of some of the happiest times I've ever had, and I can't believe how lucky I am that I get to do this tomorrow. It feels too good to be true, you know?
Last night's Child's Play dinner raised over $200,000 and my harebrained idea to auction off "have a beer with Gabe and Wil and Kurtz and Khoo and The Other Mike at a bar around the corner after the auction's over" went for $2900 and ended up being a ridiculously fun after party with Enforcers and Rock Band. Want to know how much beer I drank? One half a Double Bastard. Want to know why it was only one half? Because Sean from Harmonix bumped into me after the waiter put it into my hand and me and my friend Chris ended up wearing half of it. If anyone was wondering why I walked out of that bar, seriously soaked in and stinking like beer while staying completely sober, now you know. Goodtimes.
And check this out: because this week isn't cool enough already, I'm going to Microsoft in about an hour to finally do a podcast with Major Nelson. OMGINORITE?!
This really is turning out to be the best week, ever, and I haven't even disclosed the stuff that's locked behind various NDAs.
I'm an incredibly lucky guy. I need to keep saying that so I don't take any of this for granted.
