Wednesday, February 25, 2004
I imagine the mother of all roleplaying tournaments. A tournament so stupendous, the mere whisper of it's very existence would cleave the universe - in twain. Truly the RPG from which all other RPGs are wrought. It would be akin to rolling 2 D20's on a scale of 1 to awesome, that's how cool it would be.
The Duc's opponents would be called - nay - _culled_ from the four corners of the globe. But that's not all. We're not stoppin there. We're goin all out. I'm talkin Third Earth, Middle Earth, Ye Olde Earthe, The Blue Room. No library too high, no comic shop too low.
With The Duc as DungeonMaster in a game where people's very souls are on the line. Indeed. One Ming. One Ming to rule them all.