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And just to prove I'm not THAT bad...

Your
Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score
CategoryYour ScoreAverage
Hacklust33.02%
Has conversations in between massacres
52.5%
Sensitive Roleplaying36.71%
All the game's your stage
50.3%
GM Experience35.51%
Closer to a novel than to a campaign
66.6%
Systems Knowledge81.64%
Played in a couple of campaigns
88.9%
Livin' La Vida Dorka39.08%
Carries dice in pocket 'just in case'
59.8%
You are 48.21% pure
Average Score: 66.3%

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mijbril
May. 21st, 2003 06:16 pm (UTC)
A little down on systems knowledge, but I've killed most things at one time or another.


Your
Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score
CategoryYour ScoreAverage
Hacklust11.32%
Slew entire Asgardian Pantheon with one hand while blindfolded
52.5%
Sensitive Roleplaying21.52%
All the game's your stage
50.6%
GM Experience68.84%
Ran a module once or twice
66.7%
Systems Knowledge91.67%
Played in a couple of campaigns
89%
Livin' La Vida Dorka21.84%
Carries dice in pocket 'just in case'
60.1%
You are 50.38% pure
Average Score: 66.5%


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