Does this woman seem sane to you?(long)

Say it was real:

When I met the hubby, I didn’t game, nor had I ever considered it. I went as far as to ask various friends of mine to see if this wasn’t something I should be afraid of.

As time passed, I began to play more than he, and now he hates me. ((No, not really, but I do play more than he does))

We also play another minatures game, and you have to bring in a lot of money to play it. Armies can cost a small fortune if you want the best.

I do not consider many of our Gmaer friends losers. There are some who do nearly nothing but Game. But we still go out, and do non gaming things all the time.

And what he does in his spare time should not affect his marriage, its not like he is spending every waking hour playing. If she were real, I would have to tell her to get off her high horse.

I don’t think this troll was that good, simply because he/she so strongly smelled of troll. The letter was too bratty, too extreme, too stereotypical, too everything. I’d think a troll that respects themselves could disguise it better than that.

Granted, it’s not as painfully obvious as some of the beauts we’ve seen stumble through here, but the fact our troll detectors buzzed is enough to suggest a member of the species trollicus averageous.

LOL! Good thing for my keyboard that I wasn’t drinking anything as I read this :D.

This guy sounds so much like my own husband it’s scary. OK, so he’s a mechanical engineer rather than chemical. And they game on Saturday nights instead of Friday (and every other! sheesh! She’s lucky.) Oh, and his friends do shower. Other than that, it’s all the same. The “stacks and stacks of stupid dragon books,” the friends with “lazy bum jobs” (well, this woman would think so, anyway), the “phone calls about ‘power sword this’ and ‘magic spells that’”–this is life around here.

There are other parallels here, too. We did meet in college, marry after two years of dating, and I did drop out of college (to take care of a baby, though, not a house.)

Someone I know is going to read this somewhere on the internet and accuse me of writing it, I am sure :).

The major difference is that I don’t mind it. Of course, he was gaming all through college and even turned me down when I first asked him out on a date (to some play I had to watch for a theater class) because it coincided with D&D. I knew full well what I was getting into. I’m not really into D&D (I am playing it now, though. I’ve been so immersed in it I really can’t help it :)), but I do like games–perhaps that’s the difference. I also like his friends, and consider them to be my friends as well.

For all her whining about her husband’s friends, I bet she’d whine even more if he suddenly decided to move the games to Frank the Toilet Scrubber’s mother’s basement. “He’s never here! He doesn’t love me. Pay attention to meeeeeeee!

Is this “woman” sane? Hmmm…she sounds lonely to me. She has no friends or outside interests other than shopping. (Otherwise, she’d have somewhere to escape to when Frank the Toilet Scrubber comes over.) Therefore, she has resorted to throwing these parties in order to try to meet people. Unfortunately, the reason she has no friends is because she is a boring, stuck-up bitch, so all her efforts are in vain.

I question the sanity of the husband, myself. Get out! Get out, now, before any children are born! She may get the house, but this is certainly a “coyote-ugly” situation–she’s coyote-ugly on the inside! Run away!

My husband is very bothered by this message. He thinks that whoever wrote it, whether it’s real or a joke, must be evil for having played with his mind this way. Probably neutral evil (if it’s a troll), but perhaps chaotic (if this is real.) :smiley:

That’s where you’re wrong.

Probably NOT plastic at all, and if they were the old lead figurines (instead of whatever shoddy metal they’re using these days) he can’t get them any more. Those little figurines represented an enormous investment in time, money, and creative energy. They’re HARD to paint well. If he’d dropped and damaged anything else that had represented such an investment, would you have said he needed to get a life? Or is it OK to say that just because this is his hobby?

When I was still pen-and-paper gaming, all the gamers I knew carried their miniatures in padded containers. With the new metal, I imagine it’s even more important to do so, as the new metal (I can’t remember the name of it) is quite brittle and prone to break at the slightest stress.

It’s most certainly a troll. A Google-Deja search revealed that not only was this posted to alt.support.marriage, it was also posted to rec.games.frp.dnd. What the heck would “Candace” be doing going anywhere near there, huh?

If I hadn’t been told it was fake, I would have assumed it came from Mr. Seawitch’s ex-wife. Her loss, my gain.

For any gamers out there feeling a little sensitive, let me assure you there is such a thing as a hot, sexy, game geek. Got me one at home.

I hate to hijack, but after rereading this tract and wiping the (demonic) tears of (Satanic) laughter out of my eyes, I’ve got to confess: I love Jack Chick.

He’s so…deluded!

I love the final book-burning panel, with the huge bonfire and the supplicants raising their arms to the heavens in a most pagan display.

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Chick’s schtick is all a big joke.

[sub]God, he looks so normal on his website.[/sub]

I think the hysterical woman and her demon-worshipping, engineer husband should log on to http://www.matchmaker.com/alternative and become swingers. That’ll spice up her little world.

Medea’s Child! I’ve finally found another Mage player!
I used to play every other Sunday night with my hubbies ex-wife and her current husband, but now I work the weekend warrior shift (fri-sun 3pm-3am) and don’t get to play anymore.
The withdrawl was ugly.

Oh God Kricket, I hear you.

All summer, dry. I had D&D, but no Mage. It got to the point that I was convinced to ST a game full of newbies. (i am not an ST.)

But I’m going back to PA! Soon, soon, there will be much Mage. And I will be happy.

Would this be pewter? I’ve gamed for a few years (minitures and pen-and-paper), and I have quite a few pewter minis, which have replaced the older lead (I think) variety.

I’m dating a gamer geek…

Vampire, D&D, Warhammer, the whole shebang.

But wait… I’m in half the games he’s in… and I’m a geek, too… And his friends are my friends…
Darn. I guess I’m disqualified!

<pewter minis hijack>
Pewter refers to a lead alloy (I forget which other metals are used–there may be several different alloys), which was widely used in making miniatures at one point because pure-lead minis were too soft. This new breed of minis was tough, but could be manipulated enough to please gamers. Life was good.

Then the toy-safety lobbyists got into things. They had a reasonable goal: Get the lead out (of children’s toys). Unfortunately, there was no way to make people accept that the minis weren’t toys–these aren’t things some kid is going to be playing with and chewing on, they’re more like little sculptures that are going to be safely painted, sealed, and not really handled all that much. Noper…they’re dolls, and we must get the lead out. Think of the children! (Yeah, think of the children eating and breathing paint flakes.)

Well, they got the lead out. Of course, they replaced the lead in the alloy with another lovely metal called antimony (which is also toxic) that makes the alloy more brittle. However, since most of the lobbyists couldn’t spell “antimony”, and most people don’t know what it is, nobody lobbied to get it removed.

They may have moved on to other metals since–I was never really into the minis (my rant notwithstanding), so I’m not up on more recent developments.

I’m not for sure if its spelled correctly, but I’m spelling it how it sounds, for, if I wake my husband to ask him how to spell it, he might file… ha ha.

Ralidium. ((say it how it sounds))

I don’t know if they still use it, but a lot of the miniatures went to this, for it was pretty solid, not as expensive as pewter.

I have several Dragons that are made of Ralidium, I just can’t seem to find the origional boxes.

Anyone who seriously thinks this letter is for real needs to step away from the game board or shut off the PC. Only someone with relatively little experience with the way adult women express themselves could think that a real live woman would write a post like this. The stilted, childish phrasing is is pure 16 year old gamer. This is a young gamer’s notion of troll bait for other gamers to see if they would flame it.

Come on it’s not even a good fake.

This letter, were it real, would give me hope that I, as a future chemical engineer who spends a little too much time on games and “dragon books,” may one day find a woman who will put up with me for at least eight years.

I can dream, can’t I?

Damn. Where were those girls when I was growing up? That looked like one hell of a game. :wink:

I’ve…never…played…FTF Mage. Life is unfair.

MR