Post by shockwavesh72 on Feb 3, 2018 9:40:40 GMT -6
What have I gotten myself into?
I should make this part here as clear as possible...I think I’m a weird guy. I don’t pay attention much to my surroundings a lot. I don’t really talk to people a lot outside necessity, and I keep to myself. Mostly.
I’ve played some games online to keep in contact with some old friends of mine. I have a steady job in downtown New Stoneroot, but parking is a disaster downtown, so taking the train is a lot easier.
I go to the gym to get back in shape, working at a desk for years adds a lot of fat to your system.
But mostly, I just have a quiet life. A very quiet, and very boring life.
And I'm a loser. A real big loser.
Boy, how that started to change this week.
Normally, when I’m on the train I’m like everyone else, nose deep into whatever’s on my phone over looking around. It’s a long train ride and there’s free Wifi so it makes sense. It’s just that easy. Too bad today I found out my charger is broken this morning so I have to be smart about my phone usage. It’s about this time I start to look around and realize things are, well...weird.
Weird in just some fashion choices. Designs are stuff I don’t recognize, logos that are weird to an outsider (guess I can say that I consider myself one), and just some odd people who ride the train.
I work for Crown Financial, it’s three stops off once you get into downtown. It’s a rather boring job overall. It’s a massive company, a lot of divisions. I just handle payments that we get covering insurance for other companies. My co-workers have all been around longer than I have been so they have their own groups they talk to on breaks and stuff. Hard for a newer guy with subpar social skills to get into their groups.
Key phrase being subpar-social-skills. It’s just so much easier for a guy who doesn't talk to a lot of people in school just to keep doing it in real life. I just keep quiet and keep to myself, head down processing payments and all the other stuff that goes with that.
So I shouldn't be shocked at the new girl that started today just happens to be the exact opposite of me. She's upbeat, happy, loud, and gets along with everyone without really trying. I don't know where she came from or what happened but she's just very happy and it's weird to see.
Guess working in an office has really jaded me from a lot of things overall. I just be professional and be friendly if she tries and everyone kind of shoes her away from me. I guess I'm that weirdo at work that nobody wants to deal with.
Makes sense. I play Dungeons and Dragons online to hang out with people that I barely get to see any more and they don't seem to get it.
Too bad the dungeon master decided to end the game because he was bored with it. I guess I'll just have to find a new place to play while I think about if I want to try and run my own game.
I guess I'll let it slip at work one day after the new hire came in that I was looking to play Dungeons & Dragons in person and she kept looking at me like it was the weirdest thing.
“Oh so you play that game huh, Captain Edgelord seems to be finally coming out talking to people again!” my cubicle neighbor announces.
So not talking because you're nervous and have piss poor social skills makes you an Edgelord?
I suddenly feel the stares of everyone in my department looking at me. It's never really been my thing to be the center of attention. I just shrug.
“Well, I was playing it just with some friends who are out of town bright the gamer think I got to find somewhere that will let me play.” I respond back as casually as I can.
Apparently that's enough to satisfy most of them is their return to their normal conversations in there work. But I can't help but feel that I still have a set of eyes staring at me. I look up and I see the new hire put her head down and just start scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper..
Lucky me, I get to find out what is written on the paper at lunch. She's not very shy about talking to people but she tends to be guarded and from what I can tell about her own hobbies. So I'm sitting there microwaving my lunch and she comes up to me with the sheet of paper that she's been furiously writing on.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“How series are you about what you said earlier?” she asked with a serious look in her eyes.
And wow...just wow, her eyes were fierce. Everyone who talked with her always seemed to get a positive glow afterwards.
I swear I was staring down a dragon. I was too afraid to ask her name, mainly due to me being so bad with names I forget them unless they’re really weird.
“I'm serious about trying. If I don’t like it I'm gone.” I responded.
Her eyes flared with something, I don't know what. She held out the paper.
“Oookay, what's this?” I asked as I took the paper.
“Directions to a bar that I play at, number of open slots and what they're looking for. It starts at 7. If you're serious try it out.” She said with a smile and walked away.
Suffice to say i took a look and it was scary how detailed it was. How the hell did she make this up in twenty minutes? Maybe I should be more worried about my job than I was.
So, suffice to say, 4pm rolls around and everyone leaves for the day. I get on the train, deciding to actually look around and see what's going on, nothing really of interest sadly. Just a few people and logos i kinda recognize from before, someone talking to their significant other, one who was just playing on their phone, the usual stuff.
I gathered my books, my dice, and some note paper, hopped into my car and followed the directions. Luckily for me, I arrive just before 6:40pm so I had a chance to scout out the place.
It’s a typical building, everything seems to be in place. I couldn’t understand the name though.
Why the Funky Shack? I had to tilt my head at the sign as I opened the door.
If D&D has a real player haven, this could be considered a close second.
There were so many tables that actually could host games. Players were chatting about things that even in passing I was able to catch and listen without getting lost. It was a lot to take in, but it wasn’t overwhelming. And there was a bar.
And my co-worker was there waiting for me. She seemed to be opening a tab for the night when I showed up.
“SWEET! You did show! Awesome! Hey Hip, you owe me a free drink!” my co-worker joked.
He rolled his eyes, “Sure Jade, whatever. So newbie, you have experience with D&D?” Hip asked from the bar.
“I have some. Not a lot and the DM was kinda a jerk,” I said nervously.
“Ok, we’ll put you at her table,” Hip said pointing to Jade my co-worker (I said I was bad with names), “What’s the name you want to use for your tab?”
I had to think for a second and shrugged, “If there’s no limit, I’ll go with Shockwave.”
And with that, my journey begins into the realm known as the Funky Shack.
And the weird journey that it is.
I should make this part here as clear as possible...I think I’m a weird guy. I don’t pay attention much to my surroundings a lot. I don’t really talk to people a lot outside necessity, and I keep to myself. Mostly.
I’ve played some games online to keep in contact with some old friends of mine. I have a steady job in downtown New Stoneroot, but parking is a disaster downtown, so taking the train is a lot easier.
I go to the gym to get back in shape, working at a desk for years adds a lot of fat to your system.
But mostly, I just have a quiet life. A very quiet, and very boring life.
And I'm a loser. A real big loser.
Boy, how that started to change this week.
Normally, when I’m on the train I’m like everyone else, nose deep into whatever’s on my phone over looking around. It’s a long train ride and there’s free Wifi so it makes sense. It’s just that easy. Too bad today I found out my charger is broken this morning so I have to be smart about my phone usage. It’s about this time I start to look around and realize things are, well...weird.
Weird in just some fashion choices. Designs are stuff I don’t recognize, logos that are weird to an outsider (guess I can say that I consider myself one), and just some odd people who ride the train.
I work for Crown Financial, it’s three stops off once you get into downtown. It’s a rather boring job overall. It’s a massive company, a lot of divisions. I just handle payments that we get covering insurance for other companies. My co-workers have all been around longer than I have been so they have their own groups they talk to on breaks and stuff. Hard for a newer guy with subpar social skills to get into their groups.
Key phrase being subpar-social-skills. It’s just so much easier for a guy who doesn't talk to a lot of people in school just to keep doing it in real life. I just keep quiet and keep to myself, head down processing payments and all the other stuff that goes with that.
So I shouldn't be shocked at the new girl that started today just happens to be the exact opposite of me. She's upbeat, happy, loud, and gets along with everyone without really trying. I don't know where she came from or what happened but she's just very happy and it's weird to see.
Guess working in an office has really jaded me from a lot of things overall. I just be professional and be friendly if she tries and everyone kind of shoes her away from me. I guess I'm that weirdo at work that nobody wants to deal with.
Makes sense. I play Dungeons and Dragons online to hang out with people that I barely get to see any more and they don't seem to get it.
Too bad the dungeon master decided to end the game because he was bored with it. I guess I'll just have to find a new place to play while I think about if I want to try and run my own game.
I guess I'll let it slip at work one day after the new hire came in that I was looking to play Dungeons & Dragons in person and she kept looking at me like it was the weirdest thing.
“Oh so you play that game huh, Captain Edgelord seems to be finally coming out talking to people again!” my cubicle neighbor announces.
So not talking because you're nervous and have piss poor social skills makes you an Edgelord?
I suddenly feel the stares of everyone in my department looking at me. It's never really been my thing to be the center of attention. I just shrug.
“Well, I was playing it just with some friends who are out of town bright the gamer think I got to find somewhere that will let me play.” I respond back as casually as I can.
Apparently that's enough to satisfy most of them is their return to their normal conversations in there work. But I can't help but feel that I still have a set of eyes staring at me. I look up and I see the new hire put her head down and just start scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper..
Lucky me, I get to find out what is written on the paper at lunch. She's not very shy about talking to people but she tends to be guarded and from what I can tell about her own hobbies. So I'm sitting there microwaving my lunch and she comes up to me with the sheet of paper that she's been furiously writing on.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“How series are you about what you said earlier?” she asked with a serious look in her eyes.
And wow...just wow, her eyes were fierce. Everyone who talked with her always seemed to get a positive glow afterwards.
I swear I was staring down a dragon. I was too afraid to ask her name, mainly due to me being so bad with names I forget them unless they’re really weird.
“I'm serious about trying. If I don’t like it I'm gone.” I responded.
Her eyes flared with something, I don't know what. She held out the paper.
“Oookay, what's this?” I asked as I took the paper.
“Directions to a bar that I play at, number of open slots and what they're looking for. It starts at 7. If you're serious try it out.” She said with a smile and walked away.
Suffice to say i took a look and it was scary how detailed it was. How the hell did she make this up in twenty minutes? Maybe I should be more worried about my job than I was.
So, suffice to say, 4pm rolls around and everyone leaves for the day. I get on the train, deciding to actually look around and see what's going on, nothing really of interest sadly. Just a few people and logos i kinda recognize from before, someone talking to their significant other, one who was just playing on their phone, the usual stuff.
I gathered my books, my dice, and some note paper, hopped into my car and followed the directions. Luckily for me, I arrive just before 6:40pm so I had a chance to scout out the place.
It’s a typical building, everything seems to be in place. I couldn’t understand the name though.
Why the Funky Shack? I had to tilt my head at the sign as I opened the door.
If D&D has a real player haven, this could be considered a close second.
There were so many tables that actually could host games. Players were chatting about things that even in passing I was able to catch and listen without getting lost. It was a lot to take in, but it wasn’t overwhelming. And there was a bar.
And my co-worker was there waiting for me. She seemed to be opening a tab for the night when I showed up.
“SWEET! You did show! Awesome! Hey Hip, you owe me a free drink!” my co-worker joked.
He rolled his eyes, “Sure Jade, whatever. So newbie, you have experience with D&D?” Hip asked from the bar.
“I have some. Not a lot and the DM was kinda a jerk,” I said nervously.
“Ok, we’ll put you at her table,” Hip said pointing to Jade my co-worker (I said I was bad with names), “What’s the name you want to use for your tab?”
I had to think for a second and shrugged, “If there’s no limit, I’ll go with Shockwave.”
And with that, my journey begins into the realm known as the Funky Shack.
And the weird journey that it is.