Nekromanti Rollspelarens livsväg?

[Mekanurg]

Jag tror att Harry Martinson för länge sedan sammanfattade rollspelarnas väg genom livet såhär:

Jag har planlagt en färd,
jag har inrett ett hus
på nomadiska kuster inåt.

Sjustjärnans brödfruktsgren lockade evigt.
Oåtkomlig i vintergatornas trädgård
var den gren av skådebrödsfrukter.

Men nya visa upptäcktsmän jag mött
har pekat inåt
mot det nya Gondwanas kuster.
Och de har sagt mig
att gömda vågor alltid vandrar där,
att hav av gåtor alltid strömmar där
kring inre resors obeskrivna öar

och jag har lyssnat till dem
och anat
en ny passad – ett nytt Gondwanaland.

Saxat ur diktsamlingen Passad.

 

[Krille]

Sen har vi rollspelarens respektives klagan, när hen inte begriper vad hens respektive sysslar med, tycker att denne borde göra något mer vuxet än att drömma sig bort sådär, och inte ett dugg uppskattar att bli rollspelsänka/änkling:

WHAT is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre.
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

She has no house to lay a guest in
But one chill bed for all to rest in,
That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in.

She has no strong white arms to fold you,
But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you
Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

Yet, when the signs of summer thicken,
And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken,
Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken—

Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters.
You steal away to the lapping waters,
And look at your ship in her winter-quarters.

You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables,
The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables
To pitch her sides and go over her cables.

Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow,
And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow,
Is all we have left through the months to follow.

Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

Rudyard Kipling: Harp Song of the Dane Woman

 

[Mekanurg]

Och som alla Tolkienläsare vet, når varje väg sitt slut:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And—like the baseless fabric of this vision—
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

 —Prospero i Stormen av Shakespeare

 

[DeBracy]

När rollspelaren inser att det inte kommer fler moduler till favoritspelet och därför känner att hen måste sluta spela det:

And I was like
Baby, baby, baby ooh
Like baby, baby, baby noo
Like baby, baby, baby ooh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine

Baby, baby, baby oohh
Like baby, baby, baby noo
Like baby, baby, baby ohh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine

– ”Baby”, Christopher Bridges, Terius Nash, Christopher A. Stewart, Christine Flores, Justin Bieber

 

[God45]

Beth Kindermans Good intentions har för mig alltid verkat handla om ens första rollspelgrupp. Att hon är en gamer ger bara mer cred till den teorin

one morning, one meeting
took all your solitude away
no warning, no greeting
they just appeared & said they'd stay
they wrecked your car, messed with your head
ate all your food, slept in your bed
but if you kicked them out you might as well be dead

bad dinners & bar fights
Neanderthals & combat zones
no winners, no last rites
even your mind is not your own
the church will talk & disapprove
the suits will watch your every move
while you keep living like you've got something to prove

(chorus)
bt now there's too many dreamers shot down too soon
& too many people in the same few rooms
not enough understood to keep you safe
not enough time you can afford to waste
so now you're searching for answers to your imperfections
chasing the whisper of a missed connection
while you're standing there beside your good intentions
they lead you forward, lead the way

your father, your mother
will not return to rescue you
don't bother, no other
will ever get the best of you
cause they want your body, not your soul
your parts worth more than any whole
so how much longer til you lose all self-control?

one night stands & bad trips
& loves that dare not speak their name
foolish plans, tender lips
somehow your emptiness remains
cause you live alone, you live in space
& no army in someone's briefcase
could give you power enough to make you less displaced

(chorus)

so take on the world like this is all a video game
not even human but you will still bleed the same
you'll sing & dance but it can't chase your past away
spurred on to save them all to try another day
but they'll shy from your altars as you stand above the crowd
so take that leap of faith & build your wings on the way down
the earth may shake, you may fall down blind again
but when it all amounts to nothing you can count on your friends

to believe you, we won't tell
though others claim to know it all
then leave you in your hell
with the ghosts that wander through your walls
cause you've yeared for what you've now discerned
no bridge unburned where we're concerned
we'll drive you crazy but where else could you have turned?

(chorus)

 

[anth]

Den här tycker jag har vissa likheter med ritualerna innan själva rollspelet kommer igång...

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

 

[Rymdhamster]

Relationen mellan spelledare och spelare kan vara komplex. Många känner att löftena som görs inte alltid efterlevs.

It started out real sweet; I worshipped at your feet
Swore that you had hung the moon
But after we'd begun, I wasn't having fun
I fear we may have peaked too soon

Why you wanna go and do me like you do
Why you wanna beat me blue

When you talk all I hear is Blah Blah Blah
Baby you got nothin to say
You're makin sound good and loud now, I can't make it out
Your lips are workin fine, but when you talk---blah blah

I hear you talkin, you say Blah, blah, blah, blah
I hear you talkin, you say Blah, blah, blah, blah

My hopes were ridin high--I ain't a picky guy
And you appeared to be a dream
Unhappily instead, you pounded on my head
You certainly ain't what you seem

Why you wanna go and do me like you do
Why you wanna beat me blue

Ur Blah, Blah, Blah av Rockapella

 

[Poseur]

När man som spelare är låst i ett uppenbart rälsat äventyr

Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites tal
Die sonne scheint mit glitzerstrahl
Die fahrbahn ist ein graues band
Weisse streifen, gruener rand
Jetzt schalten wir das radio an
Aus dem lautsprecher klingt es dann:
Wir fahr'n auf der Autobahn


Översättning :

Spoiler

We are driving on the Autobahn

In front of us is a wide valley
The sun is shining with glittering rays

The driving strip is a grey track
White stripes, green edge

We are switching the radio on
From the speaker it sounds:

We are driving on the Autobahn

-Kraftwerk Autobahn-




/poseur