Yep. I'd love to go retro and dust of my ancient edition of Aftermath. I wonder how hard that would be to adapt.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Never played Aftermath. What's it like?
x-post with Natter:
In other job news, I am being interviewed by a slew of my colleagues and bosses on Monday for the 10th grade class dean position. Meep. The position is basically a class advisor--I'd have a slightly reduced teaching load, a tiny raise, and become the main coordinator/liaison for the grade.
Happy birthday bonny, my birthday twin.
My DH is oddly fond of Nissan Sentras and it's starting to look like having a second car would be a good idea even if it hardly ever gets driven.
Heh, okay. My uncle, for some bizarre reason, is suggesting I give the fucking car to him (for my cousin) rather than buying it back from me since he made me buy it from him.
Even my mom is like, that's whack.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH!
I didn't realize!
Happy birthday, beth and bonny!
I know two other people with birthdays today.
Huh. Two of my colleagues' birthdays are today, too, and we sang HB to one of my students this morning! Today is birthdaylicious.
Never played Aftermath. What's it like?
It's been at least 15 years since I've played my copy. It's a very 80's take on post apocalyptic games.
This is the Uncle who gave you the bad advice on negotiating with your new landlord when you moved in? Yeah, he is just trying it on.