Had quite a bit of fun, yesterday; went to a picnic where my opponents in the RPG campaign that I'm (playing the formerly NPC bandit chieftain) were there, and I had quite a lot of fun doing a bit of gamesmanship - in my best Don Corleone voice, of course.
There was some parsing out of "sleeping with the fishes", but I did a little role-playing and demonstrated what large barrels full of watre could be used for - we're way out in the steppes, so I understood that they were being player-characters and trying to exploit what they thought was a mistake - and then they got pretty purturbed when I showed them that the barrel also had my stock of fish for dinner.
My, oh, my, did the room get quite quiet all of a sudden...
It appeared, from the drift of the conversations, that I have quite the reputation as a
Fearsome Adversary With Whom It Is A Bad Idea To Trifle. Well, he said modestly, I do try to make an effort. I was hugely amused; the potato salad also went over a treat.
It was a very good day.
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