They actually expect me to work?! Sheesh

I've managed to put the changes in the code where I think they need to be. I'm pretty sure that I didn't do it in the most efficient of manners, but that'll get corrected when They look it over before passing it to The Testers. I thought I had it mostly right on Friday, but had some errors to fix this morning. Now, I need to figure out things to work on this afternoon that can get put down hurriedly when they say "Fix it NOW!"

And I have plot bunnies that I'd like to pet, brush, and put back in their cages with some bunny kibble so that they're nice and healthy when it becomes dinner time. Mmm...plot bunny stew...

Spoiled

Spoiled. I'm spoiled. That's the only explanation. I've been blessed with above-average GMs. I've now seen how "the other half" games. I feel your pain.

It's a very good thing that I'm playing an extremely hostile character. Her angst-bunny past and my frustration combined to create hitherto unexplored vast wastelands of anger and stubbornness.

No, really, my sister, jrug, and Downwood are probably the only ones reading this who have seen this type of anger directed at them. Victaar came close, but this is much more personal (sorry, Czar, but if you want me to, I suppose I could yell at you for old time's sake).

It's bad when 15 seconds of thinking comes up with better plot hooks that have motivations that actually make sense given the characters (no, the angry vigilante is NOT going to up and take the bus across the country because she's been having "bad dreams"...suck it up and deal is closer to her) and the world in which we find ourselves. It's even worse when the actual game system sucks rancid donkey balls and takes the clients that the dock whores won't touch with ten foot poles.

*deep breath*

But now I have tea and my dog is fighting with a Greenie, which is one of the cuter things known to man. I also have more confidence in my ability to run a game because, seriously, there's no way that my players would tolerate me being that bad. No way whatsoever.

Grrrr.