Another Day, Another TPK

Tonight we had a session of Jeff's Darksun game... we ran into an encounter designed to kill the party, which worked very effectively. Then we spent the rest of the session making new characters, because Ed had never bothered to actually maintain his character tree.

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There were several things that could have saved us. First, April could have NOT stepped on the glyph of warding. She had no reason to go back into that alcove. Second, she could have made her save against the firestorm and not died from it. Third, Brightstone might have had better luck turning into a burrowing creature and digging his way out... although I'm not sure if burrowers are allowed to burrow through *stone* at the listed rate.

But, really, there was no hope of victory in that battle. I really don't see why another group would choose to go down there to their doom -- the main enemy in the battle was a 13th level cleric *and* a 13th level psion, with 16th caster level in each (advanced being prestige class). Backed up by a 12th level fighter, an 8th level fighter, two 6th level psions, and 10 5th-6th level Gith grunts PER ROUND. Jesus christ!

The party's levels were 12 (April), 10 (Brightstone), and 9 (Logan). Really, really not up to that fight.

Give me food, or give me death!

There's nothing in the world better than eating. There's nothing that even comes close.

I mean, I'm not the most worldly or experienced person, but I've had some dalliances with sexual thingies, and saying that they pale in comparison to eating a slice of pepperoni pizza is doing a grave injustice to the pizza... and yes, thinking about sex and pizza is making me *hungry*.

I suppose there might be drugs that would overload the pleasure centers enough... I haven't tried any of them. I don't really want to, for roughly the same reason that I try not to eat all the time. It's just not healthy. v.v

I swear, though, if it wasn't for health concerns, I'd spend all my time eating, even if it meant turning into a giant blobby creature that would send all my friend running in horror.

And sometimes I have to wonder... I can only spend maybe half an hour a day eating, at most. That's like 2%! What's the point of living, if I can't eat more often than that? Then I curse god a lot, and do something else that's essentially gray and empty, but better than sitting around brooding. Like, you know, anything else.

Stupid god.