From: none@none.com99   
      
   Fantasy Role Play.   
      
   As kids some of us probably played cops & robbers, cowboys & Indians,   
   soldier, and other things like that.  If you were a bully or the odd kid   
   you might have played smear the queer.  Not necessarily willingly.   
      
   My favorite was to play the part of Captain Kirk from Star Trek, but   
   nobody ever wanted to be the Klingons.  In any game I always wanted to   
   be one of the good guys.   
      
   My wife, son, and sometimes my daughter used to like to go to   
   renaissance fairs where the line of genre and period is blurred, but   
   ranges from medieval to late colonial, but people get to dress up and   
   play act for a day or a weekend.   
      
   Some do civil ware reenactments.  Others may get a little more serious   
   with tournaments of nightly arms jousting and sword fighting.   
      
   Of course there are many other forms of role play.  Some the innocent   
   cosplay of dressing up as your favorite modern hero at Comic Con.   
   Others more serious or bizarre.   
      
   As an adult I never really got into it.  There is to much real life to   
   live.  Some of it real adventure, like figuring out how to get both   
   thumbs out when caught in a number two double long spring.  But at this   
   moment I am thinking about it instead of grabbing a chainsaw and   
   wandering out front to start breaking down some mesquite branches who   
   threatened the house, but I vanquished before they achieved their   
   nefarious goal of breaking the roof tile.   
      
   If I was to want to "role play" today I can see myself as either the   
   rogue android in West World or the zombie bounty hunter in Fallout.   
      
   Okay, that's enough.  I most now dispose of the corpses of those   
   vanquished branches laying in the yard and prepare the best parts for   
   cremation under a brace of ribeyes.   
      
      
   --   
   Bob La Londe   
   CNC Molds N Stuff   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)