Dude, I Didn't Know You Were Real.

I was sitting down in a China Hut back in my hometown reading the Burning Wheel system book when a tall, goofy looking kid walked over to me and started talking to me. I looked over my glasses as he started telling me about his Vampire campaign that's been going on and started asking my advice when I interrupted him.

You've got the wrong guy. You're looking for my brother, Poot. 

"You're not Poot," he asked me a bit embarassed. 

No, I'm his brother, Charles Akins. 

"I didn't know you were real."

I looked back down at the book and said, Yeah, I'm real.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you but I've been hearing about you for years and I just kind of assumed that you were made up."

Why would you think I was made up?

"It's the stories people have been telling me."

I sat the book down at that point, figuring that this was about to become a more involved conversation. What sort of stories have you heard?

"Did you really kill your entire party by convincing them to kill each other so that you could take the treasure for yourself?"

It's not like we had been playing together for very long . . .

"Did you really use your heal checks to kill off other players?"

Yes, but they were evil.

"That's now what I heard. I was told that you killed them one by one and claimed that they had been bitten by ghouls and were turning a bit pale so you had to off them before they took the rest of you down."

Ghouls are evil.