Dad’s hair was already darkening because of EMO. He dyed it black for the wedding. His fringe is nearly chin-length. Still not EMO.
Pi crept into my room at night with a handful of syringes. “We need their blood! The Mums. Any one will do.”
I’m not sure he’s coping.
First of all, here’s a truly awesome emo picture (which also explains some of the appeal of the emo culture):
RPG stands for role-playing-game – basically a play without a script, where everyone ad-libs the whole thing, and certain qualities (eg strength) are given a fixed numerical value (which avoids conversations like, “I beat you up!” “No I beat YOU up!”) It’s deeply nerdy and utterly wonderful for creative nerds (no-one is funnier than a witty nerd).
This is how my friend explains the evolution of RPGs:
It began, as all these things begin, with nerds sitting around a table with dice. They had cardboard cut-out characters, no costumes, and no life – just dice rolls. There were absolutely no women.
Then the church discovered RPGs, and immediately denounced it as being pagan, naughty, and anti-Christian.
At hearing this, goths the world over investigated role-playing. And suddenly, there were women in role-playing.
The original nerds were stunned at this development, and used their enormous brains to figure out a strategy – ANY strategy – to keep the girls (who were rather bored by sitting around a table rolling dice to see what their characters did next).
And thus, three-dimensional characters were born, with hopes and desires and plans other than, “Kill stuff. Don’t die.”
Thus role-playing in its modern state was brought about by the church.
You’re welcome, everyone 🙂
In related news, the Vatican today denounced the “Twilight” series, saying it’s a “moral vacuum” filled with “deviant” behaviour.
Suddenly I want to read more. . .