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It’s been a week since Conception, and I still don’t know what to write about it. Rollercoaster much, anyone? Aside from the whole gaming experience, which fucking rocked, there’s also the whole social aspect, which also fucking rocked.

You have this stereotype in mind of a gamer. The kind of geek that spent the last 20/30/40 years in his mothers basement thinking up storylines for his d&d games.Those geeks were present at Conception too. However, there were also other people. This shouldn’t have surprised me, of course, as I’m a gamer and I don’t fit into the ‘momma’s basement for life’-category. Anyway, the first game I played in featured a lot of the geek-gamers, so I did feel a little awkward about not being as socially awkward as some of the other players. As I told Petra when I signed up for my first game, I’m very glad that I’m not shy, because otherwise signing up for random games where I don’t know anyone would be hard. On the other hand, I’m not sure if a little shyness isn’t a good thing when you’re with a group of generally socially inept people.

On the other hand, we did end up meeting ‘the other side of the gaming spectrum’ as well. I think that type of gamer is best described as your average cool kid/pub goer, who roleplays instead of playing darts. I think it’s kind of pointless for me to say that I felt much more at home with that particular crowd, and so did Lyanna and IJdo. This also leads me to my next conclusion about gamers and GM’s. The more extrovert your GM and gamers are, the better your game is. Especially the ones that demand a lot of narration from the players. I definitely had the most fun with the more outgoing people. Such as the Pompey Crew :p

I don’t usually get attached to people all that easily, but at the end of conception when the Pompey Crew left, I was feeling decidedly meh about that. I mean, really meh. To the point where I had to work at not sulking the rest of the afternoon. And that only barely worked, until Mick e-mailed me, and I was feeling decidedly squee again.

Ugh. So now part of me is doing happy cartwheels, while another part is muttering something about how pathetic I really am. The third part just wants me to shut the hell up already so I can finally get some sleep. So this whole entire blogpost is dedicated to this one thing: I’m all over the place  right now, but I rather like it I think. Probably. Yeah, I guess so.

Fucking Brits. Uniform wearing Brits? Oh, that’s just not fair. How’s a girl supposed to resist that?