Control: Phillip
Phillip is second in Sisters of Battle for Warhammer 40k. He is winning tournaments regularly. He is doing great. He is making a web show that should be fun. He’s on season two and getting better by the minute.
I met him at Red Top Games Workshop. I told him that I was a writer.
“I’m a writer, too,” he said. “Do you want to maybe write something for money?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’d be a published writer.”
He had a website about snark that needed short stories. I wrote two. The first one was “A Quiet Visit from an Old Friend,” or something like that. The gist of it was that two friends gather to discuss what went wrong with their friendships and why they broke apart.
The second story, “A Werewolf’s First Day as a Vampire,” was a fun romp about trying to survive in a difficult situation. It was fun and I worked hard on it.
We played, and he let me win for a while because otherwise I would always lose, and he felt badly for me.
“I won’t get any better if you let me win every time,” I said. “Have some respect for me. Give the game your best.”
He then proceeded to wreck me in every conceivable phase of the game.
We went to the tournament. I probably lost every game. I lost a lot of games back then. I still persisted, although I changed armies a lot. I needed to stick with one that was effective, but I couldn’t do it.
We started to gather with Terry on Friday nights at a gaming store and play games. We go to a couple tournaments a month, meeting up there. Sometimes Phillip wins the tournament. Terry and I don’t usually win the tournaments.
He runs. He is skinny, which is an accomplishment in these dark days of fattening foods and sugary beverages.
He works, designing websites for someone.
We went to Gen Con last year. It’s amazing that that was a full year ago. It’s sad. He was second place, but someone never entered the scores into ITC, so Phillip never got his points. Hamilton won the whole thing.
He gets upset sometimes. He wanted to date a girl but she didn’t want to do it — she just suggested a hangout with friends, and he bailed.
He is writing a zombie novel which should be good, if he ever finishes it.
He has bad luck with round one of important tournaments. He always plays someone impossible during round one of every Grand Tournament. It’s a given.
This is my third attempt at a blog entry today. I deleted the first one, which was about Joss Whedon. The second was about a theory that people become more advanced but not better. I finally settled on this because it involves concrete examples from real life, and should therefore be more interesting.
Thanks, and take care, friends.
