I’m busy getting ready to run the seventh iteration of my Call of Cthulhu scenario, Temple in the Sands, and I probably won’t have anything for you this Wednesday due to traveling. But last weekend I had the chance to play a game of Shadowrun again, something I don’t often have an opportunity to do. I had a good time, but I think I realized why it was that I play it so infrequently; Shadowrun looks like a chore and a half to run when compared with all the other RPGs that I play.
Shadowrun reminds me a bit of a glamorous ass. You know what I’m talking about: one of those people with so much style, and with so many good stories told about them, that you forget just how frustrating they can be in person. If you spend enough time hanging around them the aggravation (mostly) disappears into the background noise, but there’s a lot of settling in and acclimatizing that you have to do first. And every so often (usually right in the middle of something that is pretty cool) you get a reminder of why you thought the person was an ass in the first place. But because it’s so glamorous, because it’s practically oozing cool, I keep wanting to come back to it like the sucker I am. I can explain, I swear. Continue reading