So I was yet again at the local convention this year, and this time I picked up a few gems I just have to share to an audience that understands.

This first one is a true story from irc-discussion program (I dunno if you know that one).

- I just heard that my grandma has died...
- I'm sorry
- Sorry to hear that
- Did she drop any good loot?

My translation

These are nerdy pick-up lines.

- So, do you want to see my magic wand? It casts white magic.
- Can I land my starfighter into your hangar?
- What's an epic level chic like you doing in a tavern like this?
- So, dungeon master, can I "search" this elven lady here?
- Your armor class is useless against my two-handed sword of satisfaction +5. Want me to prove it?

Also, our scene were wondering this year if it is necrophilia when you are interested in mating the undead.

... the things we do...
EDIT: And yes, the people surrounding me are pervy in nature.

Interestingly, in my favourite fantasy game-world of Tékumel, there are several ‘grades’ of undead, the highest of which, known as jájgiyal (singular ‘jájgi’), can only distinguished from live humans by close observation — if they don’t breathe, they’re jájgiyal. Jájgiyal are rumoured to be capable of functioning sexually.

Our party once attended some festivities at a rival clanhouse where most of the servants and many of the guests were jájgiyal. My character was quite unnerved by her clansister discussing philosophy with a 500 year old sorceress who didn’t look much older than she did!