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Okay so it's actually called Battle Dress
I'm still alive. New blog post about Traveller.
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moving nomadically from one corner to another in my 250 square foot studio apartment
The reactionary mind is incredibly neurotic about both being stolen from and being laughed at and that's part of why they're so consumed with anxieties about welfare cheats, fake refugees, fake disabled kids, etc. It's like an asexual version of their cucking anxiety.
Spent the last month mapping the blogosphere by its links. The graph is finally ready
Communities clump into a big hex and the whole thing looks like a star map
What are blogs anyway but stars in the sky?
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To check out the graph directly follow this link:
graph.elmc.at
That is kinda cool. I guess I haven't been giving lizards enough credit
I assumed these buttons were all fake. Are people really teaching their pets the meaning of words?
An old acquaintance, a giant in a small space, died today. The world is colder and smaller for it.
I always thought there would be more time
3,200 words is pretty good for a few hours' work.
New blog post. #Incunabuli Read the drama, the action, the intrigue, available everywhere, but best found on my blog:
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God, that brings me back. I remember finding Piers Anthony books hidden in the back of my (Christian) School Library. I guess It was a little secret on behalf of a *very* unsatisfied school librarian, or maybe a donation that no one but barely-pubescent Baby Me had ever bothered to read before
Having so much fun running my current game that I might slam the breaks and run a different game for no reason
So "Zone of Truth" makes trials trivial, eh? Well not anymore.
Ramble through the countryside. Remove a few dead from the marshes. Add a few. Opine on the nature of life after death. Pet your dog. Very Sam Beckett.
A new Incunabuli #sessionreport from @lizrrrd.bsky.social
New blog post: my players murder their childhood friends at the behest of a bank teller. Also we played more #incunabuli
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I made a few alterations to the original image to make it a little more visually interesting as a tattoo. Pretty happy with it.
Even a half decent stew captain has to roll on the table every once in a while
The getyegon: A cultural implement, in the North. Your grandmother owns one. A besom of iron wires on a long broompole. An aide in the persuasion of fairy-life from crawlspaces, barn eaves, and chimneystacks.
magic item slop < moderately defective military surplus
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prepare, two-ish blog-posts from now. thistlebeard awaits
A ledger of books is kept. Of every wrinkled tome on the barred shelves. Names and dates. Regular openings, readings, and correspondences by diligent librarians. It keeps the books sane. The librarians: not so much.
Come sunset in Lothrheim, the bees sing themselves to bed. Their humming chorus fades with the light.
A thousand acres of cabbage crops lost to mammoths, so says the morning edition. A dozen farming families lost.
Lies. The Crown will publish anything to cover the truth.
That cave had eaten dozens.
Yet every spring, a daring handful try. They don their tackle, spark their lamps, and boldly vanish.
Legend grows of the fateful gullet. Its repute a swelling bait for generations of prey.
Misty mornings. The best time to spot älves. They lounge in the trees like cats made of silk.