Things I know. Things that pass with me
Jul. 7th, 2004 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demiurgentThis is a slightly morbid entry, but I am not feeling morbid. You can tell, because I have the smiling happy Shakesdeke userpic on this entry. So how unhappy could I be?
I was thinking, last night, before I slept, about a Champions Campaign born in the 8th grade that extended to my Freshman year of college in various forms, then got revived some years later. It also was awake for a time in Ithaca.
It was mostly the campaign world of myself and Andrew Paradis, with J.P. Marin, Mike Paradis, Kevin Pelletier and Richard Grindle participating most heavily. Later on, Frank Orzechowicz, Karen Godfrey and John Bankert all had a presence in it. But it's safe to say most of the world existed in the heads of Andrew and myself, and I have no idea if Andrew ever thinks about it. I don't think about it, that often.
This campaign was the most real of any RPG campaign I've ever participated in. These characters were real to me. These days, I remember their 'real names' before their generally silly superheroic names. Frank Carlson. Johnathan Carruthers (sic). Thomas Dorsy. Heather Thompson. Tara Lemick (familiar to old guard Champions players as the villain Lady Blue, but rehabilitated and alchemically transformed into a PC in our games). Biron and John Masters. Sasha Sheen. Lady Astoria. Dove. Stump. Soliel (one of Andrew's, and an exception to the 'real name' thing -- it's not coming to me). Legions of children, and a +17 years game that followed (which we're coming up on being contemporary to, now that I think about it). So many more....
I remember tragedy and glory. I remember laughing so hard soda came out of my nose. I remember interacting and building and generally having a good time. I remember passing notes in character in Chemistry class. I remember....
And someday I won't. Someday I'll be dead or enfeebled or will just plain forget. It's high school stuff. How much of your after school activities do you remember in detail at this stage of your life?
These lives lived within us. And now in a way they live inside me. And when I don't remember them any more, no one else will. And that's sad.
Is there a Heaven for our characters of 'let's pretend?'
Same Man I Was Before - Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party
I was thinking, last night, before I slept, about a Champions Campaign born in the 8th grade that extended to my Freshman year of college in various forms, then got revived some years later. It also was awake for a time in Ithaca.
It was mostly the campaign world of myself and Andrew Paradis, with J.P. Marin, Mike Paradis, Kevin Pelletier and Richard Grindle participating most heavily. Later on, Frank Orzechowicz, Karen Godfrey and John Bankert all had a presence in it. But it's safe to say most of the world existed in the heads of Andrew and myself, and I have no idea if Andrew ever thinks about it. I don't think about it, that often.
This campaign was the most real of any RPG campaign I've ever participated in. These characters were real to me. These days, I remember their 'real names' before their generally silly superheroic names. Frank Carlson. Johnathan Carruthers (sic). Thomas Dorsy. Heather Thompson. Tara Lemick (familiar to old guard Champions players as the villain Lady Blue, but rehabilitated and alchemically transformed into a PC in our games). Biron and John Masters. Sasha Sheen. Lady Astoria. Dove. Stump. Soliel (one of Andrew's, and an exception to the 'real name' thing -- it's not coming to me). Legions of children, and a +17 years game that followed (which we're coming up on being contemporary to, now that I think about it). So many more....
I remember tragedy and glory. I remember laughing so hard soda came out of my nose. I remember interacting and building and generally having a good time. I remember passing notes in character in Chemistry class. I remember....
And someday I won't. Someday I'll be dead or enfeebled or will just plain forget. It's high school stuff. How much of your after school activities do you remember in detail at this stage of your life?
These lives lived within us. And now in a way they live inside me. And when I don't remember them any more, no one else will. And that's sad.
Is there a Heaven for our characters of 'let's pretend?'
Same Man I Was Before - Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2004-07-07 11:32 am (UTC)Rest assured, mon ami, that they are not forgotten, and are remembered fondly, by me at least.
Pardon me while I go pine for the older, simpler days.
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Date: 2004-07-07 12:33 pm (UTC)Thus was born Heroes Inc., set in The City after The Tick had left for New York. Run by the twin brother of the guy behind Villains Inc. And very, very loopy. At least once every session we'd all be reduced to helpless laughter, staggering about and gasping for breath. It wasn't necessarily any one thing that was that funny, just that the dam would eventually have to burst.
So, let's hear it for The Fennec, The Cheshire Cat, FadMan, FreshMan and The Masochist. And to their boss, who realized that a pair of dimensional rifts had been connected by a straight line, and ordered everyone to patrol that line....