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DM: You got your sheets? Good. Remember, this is going to be a social game, slice of life, high school setting; no combat involved. Okay, what have you guys got for me this time?
Dave: I'm going to be a hopeless nerd. I've got next to no charisma, but I've got an awesome imagination, plus a decent amount of points in Skill (art: draw). I'm going for a sort of pessimistic vibe for him. Oh, do you mind if I have a familliar?
DM: I suppose.
Dave: Cool, I want a dog. A really cool dog.
DM: Alright. Jim?
Jim: My character has assloads of charisma, but his dump stat is intelligence. Everyone loves him, and he's a pretty good skateboarder. Also, I thought I'd give him Tourette's.
DM: Fuck no. Tourettes? Fuck no.
Jim: Waitaminute. Tourette's, but funnier.
Jim: Like random noises, and impressions. Oh! Also, I want to be an avid monster hunter.
DM: What the fuck?
Jim: Not like, actual monsters. I'm talking about bigfoot, nessie; that sort of thing.
Dave: Oooh! Me too! Let's do it together.
DM: Ya'll is crazy. What do you have, Donny?
Donny: Only the coolest character to grace this table. He's a badass, an outcast, and nobody likes him, but that suits him just fine. I'm talking leather jacket, I'm talking no respect for authority, I'm talking a couple lackies at my disposal. Plus, he's rich.
DM: And his shortcomings include?
Donny: He's got Midas' touch, only it's not gold he's getting handed, but shit. Everything turns to shit, and he has emotional problems.
DM: Right enough. Wanda?
Wanda: Oh, I donno, just a regular chick.
DM: What? That's it? C'mon, give us something to work with, here.
Wanda: Well, she's got a little charm. Oh, and she smokes three packs a day.
DM: She's like, 16!
Wanda: Make it 4.