I've been having a ball running a forum-based Mage game, and I figured I'd share the most recent exchange between some of my players.

Player One: Very well. Let's skip ahead to the part where we 'put our heads together'. I presume you have a plan of some sort?

Player Two:

Allow me to explain why that is a foolish assumption and why, in spite of the reasons that I could do so, I will graciously not call you a fool for making it.

About a week ago, a mage I helped escape the Technocratic Union in America was possessed by a demon and gruesomely murdered by some Papal Madman who had apparently flown in from the Vatican explicitly to shoot someone for getting possessed by a demon. I haven't had a chance to even begin processing that yet. Because at about the same time, a pleasant gentleman from the nineteenth century Electrodyne Engineers was somehow explosively transported through time and deposited in our lives. A young woman, my student, has been being stalked by her violent, abusive ex-boyfriend and I had word that her ex may have been possessed by some kind of dark entity putting the poor, un-Awakened young woman at even greater risk. A person I had never met delivered a pile of data which - upon being cleaned up - showed some truly horrific things. These include people I know - at least professionally - being butchered on camera by werewolves and gunned down by some kind of black ops team.

a young woman that I watched die on camera appeared at my home only able to communicate through film and television quotes. She had obviously suffered incredible trauma. My close friend was nearly lost to some kind of mental dimension that I haven't even begun to study yet. Out of the blue, the motherfucking Technocracy called my personal cell phone to ask for my help with a problem their resources are stretched too thin to handle - and that problem is that people are disappearing from the city and being physically replaced by live dinosaurs. I received news - from the goddamn television news mind - that my student had died horribly. I had to help save a friend from being eaten by dinosaurs - which cost me my phone. And then I had someone ask me to help him get some people back from this hellhole we're going to in exchange for telling me that not only is my student not dead, but she's somehow trapped in this same hollow earth. After that, we went to meet with our captain here, negotiated passage, boarded the ship, met an Akashyana who didn't understand that "no, don't touch him" meant "no, don't touch him," and fucked up my hand trying to drive the point home.

so I'm sorry, but no, I do not have a plan; and now you know why. It's been a busy fucking week, it's been a really goddamn long day, and I haven't had the time yet. But at least now you have an idea of the kind of shit we've been wading through, so there's that.

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So yeah. Havin' a party. :D