It was fine, for the most part, the worst was usually stale sweat from the occasional obese man, but they never usually stayed.
Then the rainbow-hairs started coming, and it's just non-stop butt stench, something vaguely scented like cheese (but you wouldn't want to eat), and some cheap "perfume" in a vain attempt to mask it.
The one I used to go where you had about 16 people in a tight area in which you were sitting practically elbow to elbow and people had to squeeze behind you to get to their seat didn't have any odour problems
I think it's overstated
It used to smell like fast food but since they moved they don't allow food from outside anymore. They have a built in pub instead. It's still junk food but less oily. Haven't been on MTG nights, but warhammer on Sundays wasn't so bad.
It smells like 8 or 9 people who have never truly lived a day in their lives.
It smells like fear and self loathing, the faint sour but comforting odor of self pity, and the endless degradation brought about by the cruel, callous hand of the universe upon those who never stood a chance.
It smells like failure, settling for a lesser life, resigning yourself to your fate of being an eternal cog in the great wheel of destiny, forever curses to appear as extra's in a story in which you will never play a leading role.
It smells like quietly dying in anonymity and the desperate tears of those forgotten by fate.
fine except on mtg day
bussy
Moving on from "what is X like in your setting" to "what is X like at your gaming place"?
copper coins and salty milk
It was fine, for the most part, the worst was usually stale sweat from the occasional obese man, but they never usually stayed.
Then the rainbow-hairs started coming, and it's just non-stop butt stench, something vaguely scented like cheese (but you wouldn't want to eat), and some cheap "perfume" in a vain attempt to mask it.
What's an LFGS? Local _____ Game Store?
Friendly.
Or at least, it used to be.
Now it's homosexual.
Frightening. I fear all social interaction.
Books.
Though I did buy a year expired package of M&M’s there the other day and that kinda ruined it.
Comfy
There’s a hoagie restaurant one unit over, so it smells like a deli.
I would be fine if gamers reeked, had they been attractive
Dust, mouldy books, and debt.
So much debt.
Maybe there wouldn't be so much debt if they stopped adding "u"s to all their mold.
You're reaching anon
odor
First time I ever went it smelled like BO, even through masks. Rest of the times I've gone it's been fine
Your mom.
I have never once given it any thought, which is a good thing.
shit thread by the way
The one I used to go where you had about 16 people in a tight area in which you were sitting practically elbow to elbow and people had to squeeze behind you to get to their seat didn't have any odour problems
I think it's overstated
It used to smell like fast food but since they moved they don't allow food from outside anymore. They have a built in pub instead. It's still junk food but less oily. Haven't been on MTG nights, but warhammer on Sundays wasn't so bad.
Mine is in the same mall as a Subway so it always smells like Subway.
I have to be honest. I don't know because I hold my breath long enough to grab and pay for the product I want until I get back into the parking lot.
Paper, drywall, and just-vacuumed carpet, exactly like every other store in that little strip mall. Could be worse I guess.
sadness and desperation
It smells like 8 or 9 people who have never truly lived a day in their lives.
It smells like fear and self loathing, the faint sour but comforting odor of self pity, and the endless degradation brought about by the cruel, callous hand of the universe upon those who never stood a chance.
It smells like failure, settling for a lesser life, resigning yourself to your fate of being an eternal cog in the great wheel of destiny, forever curses to appear as extra's in a story in which you will never play a leading role.
It smells like quietly dying in anonymity and the desperate tears of those forgotten by fate.
smells like 20 years of balls, and i love it
Cardboard and desperation.