Send in the Clones, Where Are the Clones? There Ought to be Clones...
On Monday I bumped into my boss in the maze of hallways at work. He saw me, straddled the demarcation line between the tiled kitchenette area and the carpeted hallway, faced me and asked: "Who am I?"
The answer, of course, was me. I've had each of my two feet running two separate units for the last 2 1/2 weeks, covering for another Sgt. who is out sick. Not sure how soon that will be changing. Long ass days in the meantime, but they do seem to go by fairly fast.
It does bring to mind the Classic Paranoia game for me. Damn, but I loved sending my troubleshooters to their untimely (and even timely) demises. "Bring out Butt-R-Ball 2!"
What I need is Supe-R-Visor 2 ;)
Alright, back to writing the eulogy for Friday's memorial service and sorting out the Round 2 winners of the OSR Superstar Contest.
The Minotaur for Old-School Essentials
*Requirements:* Minimum STR 9, Minimum CON 9
*Prime Requisite:* STR and CON
*Hit Dice:* 1d10
*Maximum Level:* 8
*Armor:* Leather, including shield...