My intentions for this blog were to write about the concept in Gaming known as Murder Hobos, the adventurers who lack moral fibre and motivation for their violent kill sprees. I was reminded of this the other day, when someone on a shadowrun podcast referred to their players as murderhobos. It reminded me of what I intended to write here, what I wanted to examine. It was always partly my intent to chronicle my personal experiences, but I had also wanted to examine gamer culture.
The big thing standing in the way of that, is that due to personality conflicts, I haven’t played Pathfinder, Shadowrun, or any other RPGs in ages. I have a few people who could become a great shadowrunning crew, if they were given enough the chance, but we have yet to have the time to seize that chance.
Our previous shadowrun group handled some pretty rough material, including blood magic with the requisite human sacrifice, environmental terrorism, insurance fraud and involuntary urban renewal.
I want to get back to that, especially now that I’ve got a place to write about it.
Oh, right, I meant to talk about the tensions that I’m under. Well, if you’ve been a gamer who was part of a great group, you’ll understand the tension. If not, I’m not sure how to explain it.