When I arrived at Jon's house for the game last night my purple d30 was sitting on the table in front of my spot. Huzzah!
Osric the Slayer, his new cohort Abu of the Thousand Scars, and Osric's beer buddies/fellow adventurers threwdown with some giant fucking wasps inside an abandoned dwarvish dirigible. First of all, GIANT. FUCKING. WASPS. Rock on. Secondly, we now own a dwarvish dirigible. Inside it were operator's manuals and 2 members of the party can actually read dwarvish. Those smug bastard psionic orcs are so toast.
The only downside to the night was that Andrew, the new guy, was AWOL last night.