Malckuss
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This tale is a few years old, from May of 2018. I hope readers of this wall of text will find the story as amusing as I did the morning it happened.
P_ isn't actually my niece; her name is redacted as she is still a minor. However, her father and I have been friends and gaming for longer than I care to admit. Additionally, her mother and I became fast friends as part of her getting to know her husband's friends. I was in the picture when P_ was born, and lil'Miss does indeed call me Uncle Brandon; yes, be afraid, now you know my name.
Occasionally, I spend the night (or the weekend) with the family when we have a gathering or gaming or just feel like it. Being avid gamers, we don't just chuck dice, we also push buttons, and lil'Miss used to avidly watch us do all of that (until she had to go to bed, of course).
One early Saturday morning, P_ woke even earlier than usual. She is used to waking up during the week at 6:00 am so her mother can get her ready and then wait on the bus. So on this morning, she wakes at 6:30 am, which is actually a bit late for her, so she slept in. She wanders into the living room and gives me a hug and a kiss so wet, that I awaken thinking it's the dog (who is also awesome, but that is another story). "Good morning Uncle Brandon. I missed you. Did you miss me?"
"I haven't really had time to miss you, sweetness. I didn't go anywhere, yet." I look at the clock and groan. I only went to bed about 4-5 hours ago, and she usually sleeps until about 8 on the weekends. "What are you doing up?" I mumbled as I drooled on my arm.
She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to go back to sleep, but I can't. Will you make me some pancakes?"
Her mother takes a dim view of people cooking in her kitchen without her permission and I happen to know they are out of pancake mix.
I satisfied the little girl's hunger with some peanut butter & honey spread on a tortilla, then warmed it briefly in the microwave oven on a plate, and then cut it into quarters. I served them to her with a small glass of milk. I then made myself some coffee; I made strong coffee.
I'm groggy, but I don't want to put Netflix or any other TV on for lil'Miss for a plethora of reasons, some of them selfish. I decide I'm going to wake up fully, slowly, sipping my coffee and twitching buttons.
P_'s father, J_, and I have been playing a great deal of Diablo 3 in seasonal play, but we both recently closed out the season as we had finished everything of interest to us, and started playing our regular characters. P_ would often set there watching us, clutching a broken controller her parents gave her to play with, letting us know who she was playing as (sometimes one of us, sometimes a follower or pet). I had just got through booting the system up when I suddenly had a thought.
I looked at lil'Miss. "Hon, how would like to play with me?"
She looked at me, a little puzzled, already clutching her controller and in her favorite spot, which was almost on top of me. "Play DeeOb-a-Low wih chew? " Glances at the screen, then back at me. "But I am playing with you." She points at the Liv Moore zombie pet I recently scored. Sized next to my female Monk, she thinks it is a little girl.
I fired up a second controller, logged into an account she could use, and set her up to roll her own character. "No, hon. You get to make your own character and everything."
"You mean, I get to really play? With a real controller and everything?"
"Yep, and everything. But you have to listen to me. This might be more difficult than it looks."
I laughed when she decided to play the male Barbarian after I explained the classes. We wouldn't be playing through standard mode with all the inappropriate cinematics, the blood was turned off, etc. but we were going to rush through Adventure mode on Master difficulty to level her quickly.
Sometime later, her mother walked in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She asked me her usual question at this hour, "Coffee?" I nodded. I needed more. Always more coffee. When she brought me my steaming cup of Joe, "Is that my daughter playing the Crusader?!" incredulity in her voice.
I sighed. "Yes, because at level 24, she decided she didn't want to play the Barbarian anymore because, and I quote, 'Uncle Brandon, I'm tired of not wearing pants! It just looks silly!"
Her mother works hard to keep from spilling her lava-hot coffee all over herself, but she fails when a moment later I tell her, "She's level 52, and she hasn't died once..."
P_ breaks in, "Because I can turn into a horse," and proceeds to activate her steed power, mounting a horse of fire and proceeding to gallop all over the mobs on the field with a resounding, "Wahoo!"
Lil'Miss and I have played "Deeob-a-low" many times since. She sometimes gets stubborn, and wants to go off in the opposite direction than we need to go, or will just walk. Haltingly. Twitching. The. Thumbstick. However, that stopped when her dad had her sit on his lap and he showed her how much easier and smoother it worked when she ran all over the place. Her Crusader is now Paragon level 33 (characters cap out at level 70, and then gain Paragon levels you can spend on 'backstage' characteristics). The problem is, now she is throwing shade because she hasn't died, even on Torment II (this is mostly due to me or her dad stomping anything that moves close to her when she isn't ready for it).
She told her dad the morning we started playing, "You die all the time, but I never die, because I can mount up on Rainbow Dash and then WEEEEEE!"
Her parents are working on that part.
My dear 'neice' is a bit older now. She did finally die (on a different character she wasn't as familiar with on Torment III), but she still throws shade. She's a funny kid. Not so little, now. She just turned 13. I sometimes miss my lil'buddy, but this new sassy teen has her moments. She has been bugging her mom & dad about playing TTRPGs with us, so I guess that'll be next.
P_ isn't actually my niece; her name is redacted as she is still a minor. However, her father and I have been friends and gaming for longer than I care to admit. Additionally, her mother and I became fast friends as part of her getting to know her husband's friends. I was in the picture when P_ was born, and lil'Miss does indeed call me Uncle Brandon; yes, be afraid, now you know my name.
Occasionally, I spend the night (or the weekend) with the family when we have a gathering or gaming or just feel like it. Being avid gamers, we don't just chuck dice, we also push buttons, and lil'Miss used to avidly watch us do all of that (until she had to go to bed, of course).
One early Saturday morning, P_ woke even earlier than usual. She is used to waking up during the week at 6:00 am so her mother can get her ready and then wait on the bus. So on this morning, she wakes at 6:30 am, which is actually a bit late for her, so she slept in. She wanders into the living room and gives me a hug and a kiss so wet, that I awaken thinking it's the dog (who is also awesome, but that is another story). "Good morning Uncle Brandon. I missed you. Did you miss me?"
"I haven't really had time to miss you, sweetness. I didn't go anywhere, yet." I look at the clock and groan. I only went to bed about 4-5 hours ago, and she usually sleeps until about 8 on the weekends. "What are you doing up?" I mumbled as I drooled on my arm.
She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to go back to sleep, but I can't. Will you make me some pancakes?"
Her mother takes a dim view of people cooking in her kitchen without her permission and I happen to know they are out of pancake mix.
I satisfied the little girl's hunger with some peanut butter & honey spread on a tortilla, then warmed it briefly in the microwave oven on a plate, and then cut it into quarters. I served them to her with a small glass of milk. I then made myself some coffee; I made strong coffee.
I'm groggy, but I don't want to put Netflix or any other TV on for lil'Miss for a plethora of reasons, some of them selfish. I decide I'm going to wake up fully, slowly, sipping my coffee and twitching buttons.
P_'s father, J_, and I have been playing a great deal of Diablo 3 in seasonal play, but we both recently closed out the season as we had finished everything of interest to us, and started playing our regular characters. P_ would often set there watching us, clutching a broken controller her parents gave her to play with, letting us know who she was playing as (sometimes one of us, sometimes a follower or pet). I had just got through booting the system up when I suddenly had a thought.
I looked at lil'Miss. "Hon, how would like to play with me?"
She looked at me, a little puzzled, already clutching her controller and in her favorite spot, which was almost on top of me. "Play DeeOb-a-Low wih chew? " Glances at the screen, then back at me. "But I am playing with you." She points at the Liv Moore zombie pet I recently scored. Sized next to my female Monk, she thinks it is a little girl.
I fired up a second controller, logged into an account she could use, and set her up to roll her own character. "No, hon. You get to make your own character and everything."
"You mean, I get to really play? With a real controller and everything?"
"Yep, and everything. But you have to listen to me. This might be more difficult than it looks."
I laughed when she decided to play the male Barbarian after I explained the classes. We wouldn't be playing through standard mode with all the inappropriate cinematics, the blood was turned off, etc. but we were going to rush through Adventure mode on Master difficulty to level her quickly.
Sometime later, her mother walked in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She asked me her usual question at this hour, "Coffee?" I nodded. I needed more. Always more coffee. When she brought me my steaming cup of Joe, "Is that my daughter playing the Crusader?!" incredulity in her voice.
I sighed. "Yes, because at level 24, she decided she didn't want to play the Barbarian anymore because, and I quote, 'Uncle Brandon, I'm tired of not wearing pants! It just looks silly!"
Her mother works hard to keep from spilling her lava-hot coffee all over herself, but she fails when a moment later I tell her, "She's level 52, and she hasn't died once..."
P_ breaks in, "Because I can turn into a horse," and proceeds to activate her steed power, mounting a horse of fire and proceeding to gallop all over the mobs on the field with a resounding, "Wahoo!"
Lil'Miss and I have played "Deeob-a-low" many times since. She sometimes gets stubborn, and wants to go off in the opposite direction than we need to go, or will just walk. Haltingly. Twitching. The. Thumbstick. However, that stopped when her dad had her sit on his lap and he showed her how much easier and smoother it worked when she ran all over the place. Her Crusader is now Paragon level 33 (characters cap out at level 70, and then gain Paragon levels you can spend on 'backstage' characteristics). The problem is, now she is throwing shade because she hasn't died, even on Torment II (this is mostly due to me or her dad stomping anything that moves close to her when she isn't ready for it).
She told her dad the morning we started playing, "You die all the time, but I never die, because I can mount up on Rainbow Dash and then WEEEEEE!"
Her parents are working on that part.
My dear 'neice' is a bit older now. She did finally die (on a different character she wasn't as familiar with on Torment III), but she still throws shade. She's a funny kid. Not so little, now. She just turned 13. I sometimes miss my lil'buddy, but this new sassy teen has her moments. She has been bugging her mom & dad about playing TTRPGs with us, so I guess that'll be next.