Woke up to my alarm, which was deeply confusing to me for some reason. In retrospect, maybe “The Weekenders” by The Hold Steady wasn’t the best choice for wake-up music.
Good song though.
She said “The theme of this party’s the Industrial Age”,
And you came in dressed like a train wreck.

My first game was Funkadelic Frankenstein, and was hilarious; I got to play “Fishbone” Jenkins, a Deep One Aquarium Researcher, part-time P.I., and committed Dagonist, as we investigated a religious group looking to ‘purify’ monsters.

Really looking forward to the Lemuria Rising game tomorrow, which uses the same system.

Post-game, I picked up part 2 of the VIG swag bag, which had a much higher proportion of “stuff that isn’t my sort of thing” than part one.
Fortunately, and I only noticed this after dropping off the stuff at my hotel, they have a donation bin for unwanted stuff to go to Military gamers.
(it turns out that there’s a playable preview of D&D Next in there, if anyone’s keen?)

Today’s Game On Demand was Zombie Cinema, which we set at Gen Con. One person actually lived; I could have too, if I hadn’t gone back for that pesky kid.
It’s a fantastic game, as I’d thought it was, and I’m glad I’ve already bought a copy; Got it during VIG early entry.

My final game was a Better Angels game, and it was a rolling tonne of fun; We adopted a signal of forefingers used as horns to indicate when we were talking as each other’s demons, stole an oil tanker for no readily explainable reason, blocked a channel with it once we gave up on that plan and … OK, I’m going to buy said game tomorrow.
‘Nuff Said.
Also, I gave out a couple of Big Red Couch bookmarks at the end of the game, to people who at least SEEMED interested

I hung out with Moni, Frank, and sporadic Steve for a while as we tried & failed to get our act together on the dinner-having front, but then the elephant of sleeping laid it’s trunk upon me, and I started flagging, so I ambled off to sleep.
Then smelled the foods from the bar at the JW, got instantly ravenous, & washed up here, typing an update with distressingly greasy fingers in the bar & eating a pretzel burger.