My life is an RPG.
Yesterday, my quest giver friend gave me a call, declaring that our Chariot had been stolen.
First off, this does not happen in real life. How many times do you get a phone call regarding your chariot, much less its having been stolen? Approximately zero.
As some of you know, I teach Latin in a private high school. As a teacher of such, I am taking a contingency of students down to Irvine, CA, this weekend for the annual California Junior Classical League State Convention. This involves Roman games and competitions, one of which is a Chariot race.
So, our chariot was stolen. Pain in the ass. The head of the club (who happens to be the younger brother of a friend of mine and the aforementioned quest giver friend) arrived at my house this afternoon at about 4pm, bearing plywood and 24 feet of 2×2.
After a bit of running running to Home Depot and retrieving an axle from the Scene Shop at school, we set to building.
Suffice it to say that 2 hours of work and $30 worth of materials ended rather well, all things considered. (I’ll post photos once we get back.)
Honestly, though. Only in Roleplaying Games do you get bizarre orders such as “Build a chariot on short notice.”
March 27, 2008 at 11:34 pm
You didn’t tell me the chariot I was giving you crap about this afternoon was the replacement for a stolen chariot. Am I a bad friend for laughing a bit? Not at you, at the situation.
March 28, 2008 at 9:31 pm
A)Who the fuck steals a god damn chariot!?
B)If you can build a chariot in 2hours you better be building something for this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXL8vaBUF3A They hold the event every year. The only rules are that it has no engine, and you be severely drunk while racing. Might I suggest building a DrumSet SoapBox derby car and rockin down hill! You know if Jess can ever talk me into getting her masters in SF we’re doing this. And wining
March 30, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Chimp. Let Jess get her Master’s in SF. That way, we can get drunk, design a soapbox car, get drunk, build it, get drunk, test it, get drunk, race it, get drunk, run a victory lap, then go to the bar and get drunk.
Seriously, though. Get your ass up here.
March 30, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Oh, and our Chariot took first place.
That’s right. We are the fastest Latin-speaking chariot team in the state of California.