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....d20? wtf Oscar! I am judging you now. For shame, man. For shame. :P
So I'm hanging with my friend Oscar at his place, right? And it's pretty readily apparent he's a dork, in a pretty gentle fashion. Pokemon memorabilia, an 8in model of Nightcrawler, a TI83 lying around...nothing too dorky, right?

And then I see a lil clear plastic box, and it's got dice in it. So I'm like, "Oh, so he's a craps man..." but then I look closer...and see a goddamned d20, d12, d10, the full fucking D&D gamut.

Of course, I'm totally allowed to judge him. For one, he's my friend, and for two, I used to be a pretty bad D&D nerd myself. I of course outgrew it. By which I mean I couldn't find anyone to play with. Sigh.
Still, though. Leaving those things just lying around for anyone to see. For shame :P
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