Nose Bleed, Dice Set and Why There Should Be Limitations When Playing RPG...

As you can probably see, I haven't written in my blog for 2 days already. For the passed 2 days I have been busy with work, running around the campus doing errands for my boss and other things that keeps my mind occupied. For the passed to days, my mind is really taking its toll for holding out all the things that I wanted to write in this blog. For the passed two days I was planning to write at home but then our internet connection suddenly rallied against us because of one reason or another that we couldn't identify...probably because we're planning to get DSL and will be installed hoping by tomorrow afternoon. Old internet connection is probably sad because we won't be using her anymore.

Anyway, on to business. Last Friday was the most hectic day of all. It might even be worse than that MRT experience for me. I'm saying this because at the end of the day, my nose bled. My nose never bleeds in any circumstance whether it maybe stress related or because of the heat. My nose never bled. Last Friday was the first time it happened and to the shock of my co-employees, I wasn't panicking at all.

Anyway, I was really busy that day. I was the sound engineer and documentor for the seminar workshop on Solid Waste Management for Schools with Female Presidents. So while I was manning the sound system, I was also recording everything and trying keep the volume of the speakers, the mic at a level where it won't hurt anybody's ear or loud enough for everyone to hear. That's not all that was happening. I was also the gofer (yet again) for the people who needed things to be photo-copied. I was also one of the point persons you ask about the project. To top it all off, being the assistant of every single sector of the project (i.e. Barangay, School, Subdivisions, Public Markets, Businesses and Commercial Centers) I have to entertain the head of the Subdivision sector because they were requesting funds for their project for the Subdivisions. Needless to say I need to be everywhere at one time with no one to help me. Good thing, I was smart enough to wear sneakers that time. I wasn't painful for my feet though they were really tired at the end of the day.

When everyone was gone and we were all resting and patting our backs for a job well done, we were in the pantry when it happened. I didn't even know my nose was bleeding until I touched it.
What happened was, we were sitting down at the table eating the left over food from the seminar when I noticed my pants have small red blotches...they weren't that visible but if you took a closer look you will see the blotches. Out of habit, I usually rub my nose softly to keep it from itching when I say something red in my hand. This got me more curious for I didn't hold anything red the whole day and the last thing I held was my nose hence, I touched it again and found out that I was bleeding. My officemates were sort-of panicking telling me different things at the same time. I just followed what Roadblock of G.I. Joe taught me when I was watching it when I was a kid. Hold my nose and lean my head forward and not backwards like most people do... It took about 10-15 minutes before the bleeding stop. It actually scared my aunt and my other boss. Ms. Tessa, my other boss told me that it might be because I'm a little stressed out because the activities are just overwhelming for me that my body couldn't handle it. Maybe she's right. But what really got me what that I bled. As I've said, I never bleed even when I'm stressed out. When I get stressed, I hyper-ventilate and pass out but never bleed. I guess my body doesn't want to hit the ground with no one to catch me. :D

Anyway, so much for that on with the next day.

I was a bit disappoint last Saturday the gremlins weren't there for my advance birthday lunch. But I guess it's alright since they have a good excuse and all. But by the end of the day, I really had fun and had a great time nontheless. The didn't make fun of me, people think that I'm still eighteen even if I will be 23 tomorrow (my real birthday is on March 31) and I get to spend the day listening to stories of people about their RPG experiences. To top that day off, my friends got me my own dice set with my favorite color too. :D I was really shocked when my friend Jay brought out that little container that I am now so familiar with and said, "This is from me and Armand...I hope you like it. We got the opaque one so that you can see the numbers better."

Honestly speaking, I used up all my willpower so that I won't cry in public. It really almost brought tears to my eyes when I saw it, opened it and tested it...(though at the beginning my dice was saying, "who are you? what are you doing shaking me like that? what makes you think I'm going to give you a good roll?") It still needs to know who's master, so I wouldn't be shocked if the first tiem I actually use it in a game I would botch one two many times but in the end, I'll break it and they will give me good rolls. Thanks Jay, Kate and Armand!!! I really love the dice set and I will cherish it for the rest of my life. I'll even have it bury with me when I grow old and die. :D

Oh, yeah. When I got home, my siblings also like the dice set. My older brother being a GM for ADnD for the longest time told me that he now has a dice set to play with if he would go back to GMing DnD. :D My younger brother said that he can play monopoly with just one dice and he can win aleady because one dice roll can take him around the bored. :D Well, I guess my dice will love my family...They love them already. :D

"Bambi is cartoons...This is real life" - Robi Dy, on Dark Ages: Mage

And lastly, this story was told to me yesterday and I just got to put it in my blog and say something about it...
My friends were playing Dark Ages Mage. Jay was GMing. One of the characters (Robi Dy) was suppose to get a stag to be offered to someone. He did kill the stag and out of play my friend commented, "You killed, Bambi." He answered by saying, "Bambi is cartoons...This is real life..."

Honestly speaking, if they were still playing, that wouldn't have sounded funny but it was said out of play. Out of play means that you put aside your character sheets for a while and step back to reality. You are back in Greenbelt 3 foodcourt (for we usually play there) and you're back to being normal human beings again. Saying that in out of play means there is something wrong with your sense of reality. This means, that you've been playing too long. You need to snap back into reality and be you again.

I wasn't there so I just wrote this down as my point of view. When you start saying that "Bambi is cartoons...and this is real life..." while you play, you really need to just relax for a while and get a grip of reality. You need to look at your surroundings againg and take a break.

When I sometimes associate myself with the characters I play in RPG I know who me is and who Tonnie Seawolf is. Though most of the time I keep some of myself in the characters I play, there is still something unique about each character I make. And sometimes, those unique characteristics help me with my day to day activities. But all this aside, I still see reality and it's difference between RPG.

Anyway, my bro needs the computer so I'm logging off now.