Playing 8 hours of old-skool 2nd ed AD&D.
And, knowing that you are going to go play another 8 or so hours again, today.
Some friends and I are doing a gaming mini-marathon. Dice, paper, pencils and beer. With the added bonus of -> most of us are excellent cooks and this is also a potluck.
But the real fun is playing my thief/warrior character I dreamt up ten years ago. She is righteously bad-ass. And I haven’t got to play her in…what, three, four years? A long time. It’s nice to flex those muscles, again.

For your general amusement, O Friends List! I give you some quotes from her dubious illustrious career:

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“OK. So, the prisoner is in the heavily-guarded room behind that tiny, barred window near the top of the hundred feet of ice-slicked marble wall? No problem. Be right back with him.”

and I was, too.

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*Thwack of a bowstring*
*humming noise*
*BLAP!*
Mean Ole Bad Guy: gurgle?
Mean Ole Bad Guy: thud!
My Char: “Um…don’t touch the body!
Other Party Members: Why?
My Char: ’cause I’m pretty sure that the half-life on that particular poison is at least another week. *smilesmile*

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Vicious Sandbag: Tralala! I love torturing.
My Char: Surprise! *whappity on the back of the head with blackjack*
Vicious Sandbag: –CHUNKY SALSA EFFECT!– *Splatter!*
Other Party Members: Are those his *eyes* embedded in the wall?
My Char: oopsie! Might’ve forgotten to remove strength-enhancing magic item.

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Other Party Members: Where is our Priestess o’Artemis?
My Char: She was hurt in that last encounter. Dropped her off at the temple for healing. The other priestesses seemed really glad to see her, too.
*a minute or so passes*
My Char: Wait. Artemis?
Other Party Members: Yeah. Virginal, carries a spear. Artemis.
My Char: She’s a Priestess of Artemis? Are you sure it’s not some other goddess what starts with an “A”?
Other Party Members: Yes, we’re sur… Why? Why are we having this sinking feeling? And what’s that noise?
Distant and yet Rapidly Closing Mob of Angry Virginal Priestesses Who’ve Rescued Their Sister from the Temple of Aphrodite: *grrrr*
My Char: No reason. Gotta go now. Byeeeeeeeeeee!