My flatmate fell into the exact same trap a few months ago. I remember him 'coming out of the closet'.
We were sitting in the pub, and he was staring at the bottom of his empty glass (it was a coke glass, he doesn't drink) and breathing weird, and opening his mouth every so often, as if he had something important to say.
He started with "...I was playing World of Warcraft last night.." to which i replied, in my usual "he's talking about a computer-game that isn't 'Pro Evolution Soccer'" voice
"Oh yeah? What did you do?"
"Well.." he started, looking first to the bar, and then to the toilet, to see if he could get himself out of this hole he'd dug himself. "I was with a few other humans.."
"People, Pete, they're people. They actually liv..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, 'people', and we were on top of this hill, and my friend's girlfriend was there, and some other people I know on-line, and we were on this hill..."
"Right..." I replied, finally wrestling my gaze from the pretty flashing lights of the gambling machine. I adjusted my seat and took another swig of Guiness/Jamesons/Murphy's/Centurion's Ghost/Jack Daniels/Whatever is was I would have been drinking, and put on my special frowny face. My friend obviously had something to say.
"So, you were on a hill with people you know/half know/don't know. OK, were you trying to work out how to kill some orcs? or warlords? or wizzards?" I asked.
"No... no" Pete started "We'd taken care of the Orcs at the battle of Shmostnish". I blinked. He continued. "We were on this hill, and someone lit a fire".
"A campfire?"
"Well.."
"Did he summon Boy-Scout?"
"Hey!"
"Were you trying to get that elusive 'Kumbaya EXP'?"
"Oi!"
"Flint +1?"
"Shut up!". He was glaring at me. I ceased my roleplay tirade. I had a million jokes like that anyway, and they'd mostly been wasted on the 'live roleplayers' that i'd known back in Grimsby. "We were all sitting round this campfire" he continued, his eyes now lowered back to his pint-glass "and... it was dusk, on the server and outside and..."
"and, Pete?"
"and.. we were around the campfire and.." he paused for breath and closed his eyes.
"..and i started to feel warm..."
I couldn't even muster a chuckle, let alone the full-on laughing and pointing he deserved. Bless him.
