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Curulókë of the Toadstool Cabinet, Saint of Slimes & Fungi. [May. 21st, 2013|05:11 pm]
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Six Word Summaries. [May. 21st, 2013|02:39 pm]
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Joan Watson is the secret weapon.



"Arya's Hound": the sitcom I want.



Satanic Peppermint Butler & Robot Princess.
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Deinonychus Bones! [May. 20th, 2013|07:52 am]
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Yesterday was the Eleven-Books Club meet-up for fatbutts' first pick, Anya's Ghost by Vera Brosgol. I didn't re-review it; in fact, I more re-skimmed it than re-read it. Guilty, guilty, guilty! Still, it left me pretty conversant. We decided on the three themes as "immigrant story, sexual awakening & the supernatural" & argued over whether they should have been more interwoven or if the compartmentalization of them reflected a sort of "home life, school life, after-school life" division that had a certain verisimilitude. The art was roundly applauded & the font being called "helverica" was groaned at, once the confusion was sorted out. Siobhan was a favorite, as was the fact that the "popular girl" was not painted in start moral black & white. The biggest flaw, people said, was that once the supernatural elements turned "bad" the book was pretty clearly laid out with no surprises. The ghost was just a "psycho" with no real empathizable motivations...& then Anya gets self-confidence & stops smoking. A little pat. The book is on an interesting line between middle-grade & YA, & straddles it well, but some people thought maybe it was the middle-grade part, influencing the ending, while others thought there were plenty of middle-grade books with more ambiguous endings. I mostly compare middle-grade endings to A Wrinkle in Time personally, & I thought while it was a little "tied up in a bow" that I was okay with it. Let me see, rolecall; Beatrice was first, with Girl Scout cookies. Then Lilly came, with doughnuts. carmyarmyofme brought beer with her. Jennifer was next; well, she was just out buying yogurt & berries & phyllo shells & seaweed. fordmadoxfraud showed up & probably brought something, but I think we ate most of his hors d'œuvre at the big AD&D finale. Terra was awake over in China & so we dialed her in. Mostly so Lilly could booty dance for her, I think. Next time we'll have new members, oh la la, & Jennifer already picked the book: Art Girls are Easy, by Julie Klausner.
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ZUGGTOMOY MUST DIE! [May. 19th, 2013|10:35 am]
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This is it. The final session of fordmadoxfraud's Stories of Our Youth Advanced Dungeons & Dragons game. The climax of The Temple of Elemental Evil. We've mastered the Elemental Nodes, & we are ready to put an end to a Demon Queen. Aeryn Prow, Alicia's human thief, has the Crown of Zuggtomoy, & is trying not to fall under its sway. Harlow, Ken's half-elf cleric/thief, has a belt of giant strength & a maul of the titans, powerful enough to destroy it. His colleague, Karai, skycornerless' elf fighter/cleric, has traveled from Kara-Tur to help us destroy the temple. Raz Jericho, Rasheem's human bard, has been touched by wild magic & sprouted dragon wings. Gilda, elf druid, has been tempted by Zuggtomoy's evil, & has taken the elements of air, water & fire inside of herself. Curulókë, my elf thief-archer, has rescued mushroom babies from slavery to evil, rescued jelly babies from slavery to evil, & stolen the divine portfolio of Queen of Fungi from Zuggtomoy for himself. We are a tough, buff crew. Everybody is around level ten & we are ready to do this.

Well, we are almost ready; getting Players to commit to a course of action can be like the proverbial herding of cats. I have two pre-game questions; can I use my skill at fletching to make a harpoon-like arrow out of the +1 dagger of poison that I have, & use the roc feathers I have as fletching? The answer is yes, & I fill the reservoir with the potent draught of paralysis poison I have been saving for a special occasion. Smoke if you got 'em, right? The other thing I do is head to Volgo, the King of the Earth Titans & ask him if he can use some kind of shape metal power to turn the sword Icefang, that I got from the treasure horde of the white dragon, into a recurve shortbow. He does so, but it is infused with wild magic! You remember Volgo; the Earth Node's gem was his heart, but we convinced him to let Curulókë cut it out & sew in a black dragon heart...which had been killed by Raz's rod of wonder. The resulting alchemy of the supernatural caused Volgo to sprout tentacles, & pipes from his chest crooning musically, & lets those around him levitate. The new bow casts dispel magic on its targets...but on the roll of a one, it polymorphs the user into a rabbit. Tempting, but far to risky; Harlowe breaks that curse & I dub it Icewing.

Then we have...arguments! Aeryn, who has a pet goristro demon named Warimere now, who follows her as the bearer of the Demon Queen's crown, wants to find the head of the cult of Iuz, Hedrak, to go free the white dragon. Um...what? We don't have time for that! Also muddying the water is Ziz'zerat, the drow that has been shadowing our party through the Temple. He's approached basically everyone except Curulókë-- which is probably wise-- & now he makes a move to swing Aeryn over to his side. Aeryn is probably planning a double-cross, but this is the drow-- this is the old school, AD&D drow!-- & they are probably planning triple-crosses, quadruple-crosses. As Curulókë is trying to explain-- "He worships treason. His god is literally treachery. He worships Treachery!"-- & things are messy until...out of nowhere Gilda throws a poison dagger at the drow, turns into a bear, & starts mauling the crap out of him! Aeryn uses her rod of passage to teleport Ziz'zerat...to Kara-Tur? See you later, spider-man!

Other things: Harlowe & Karai were gone last session, putting Vigda's body in the Ice Node, sealing it with a wall of ice, & leaving as the frost zombies gathered around it...in reverence? Doing a ritual to make her their ice zombie princess? Who can say. Gilda goes to Volgo & they bond over neither of them having a family, since the Earth Titans are extinct except him. He is a king with no kingdom. Curulókë doesn't care-- being a monarch is a strike against you!-- but Gilda does. They have some like, romantic talk, watch the sunset, that sort of thing, & she convinces him to come back with the party & confront Zuggtomoy with us. Aeryn also sends Warimere into the Fire Node, telling him to rule there in her name, taking the possibility of his betrayal off the menu. Curulókë told her he was willing to support her "experiment," to try to turn the demon "good," but Warimere just talks about eating souls & ravaging babies &...no. & so we begin our last bit of planned. We hide in the secret room we found, & rest a day. Heal everyone, cast some divinations, take a sabbath, & then we sleep another day, so we are all fresh. Good to go. Batteries full, spells memorized, clear eyes, full hearts. It has been tense, & we've labored under the psychological pressures of this place for who knows how long, but we're ready to bring it to an end. Mostly with shooting arrows into things' faces, for Curulókë's part.

We sneak into the Throne Room-- where Curulókë first carved his name in Zuggtomoy's throne, paving the way for his usurpation of Fungi-- & the Crone is there. Probably an aspect of Zuggtomoy, as we've been thinking. She'll probably turn into the giant monster thing, that is our thought. Gilda, with her elemental eyes, can see invisible, sees the creepy bearded Saint Cuthbert guy, hiding. I've been thinking he's an avatar of Saint Cuthbert, but then Harlowe shouts "it's a trap!" & we realize that-- like the fallen paladin Ser Joofer who we are trying to save, like the cannibal Ashram-- he's just defiling the holy order's symbols. I get that; I've been doing the same to Zuggtomoy's unholy symbols. He is the aspect of Iuz, the bridegroom of Zuggtomoy, we find out later. No time for that now; we assemble the crown & destroy it, before anyone can interfere. The Temple of Elemental Evil begins to crumble & the Crone shouts "NO!" before darting into a gate with the avatar of Iuz. & we follow. Into the Pit. The Abyss. A throne, surrounded by an infinite screaming horde of demons & the damned, writhing in a literal pit around the throne.



The Crone screams as horns...pierce her eyes from the inside out, as she begins to swell. Her hair falls out & the top of her head splits like rotting fruit, revealing savage jaws. Arms rip from her breast as she grows into a vast, humungous demon. Her divine aspects stripped by Curulókë & Gilda & the party's efforts, she is reduced to just her demonic form. Let's do this thing. The first thing that happens is...magic beans! Horrible, terrible magic beans. Gilda throws a handful of them into the pit, thinking they will grow into Purple Worms, like last time, & they...don't. Some sprout into shrieking fungi-- which the myconids dog whisper into silence-- & some sprout into trees with ruby fruits, but two...grow into ice storms. Curulókë makes both saves but that is still half is hit points, gone. Raz & Karai are both in single digits, & Harlowe & Aeryn take the frost pretty badly, as well. Curulókë's special roc-feather-&-magic-dagger-&-poison arrow...misses, & he spends the rest of his action...getting out of dodge, climbing onto a giant pillar...which, it turns out, is magical, & floats him all the way across the map! Out of the range of the unholy word & related spells thrown at the rest of the party. The myconids scamper away in the other direction.

The battle is pretty intense. Zuggtomoy is not at full strength; only one of the Seals was broken, so she is weak. That is a stroke of luck for us. She keeps vomiting up fungal monsters...& Curulókë keeps freeing them from her control, sending them away from her, to take refuge with the other mushroom babies & slime babies. Volgo uses his earth bending to make a bridge across the demons...& is power word: killed by Zuggtomoy, exploding into a shower of stone & dragon's blood, his music muted forever more. Those flecks of granite embed in Gilda's eye, as he gives her domain over the earth, completing her elemental eye collection. She's...pretty bummed. We all are. Curulókë is shooting arrows from hiding-- with his new magic bow, Icewing, & a x4 backstab multiplier he brings the pain. Aeryn, invisible, is too! She's backstabbing like crazy, so much so that the Iuz aspect uses limited wish to break her invisibility. Aeryn uses her rod of passage to try to make Zuggtomoy fall onto the Iuz avatar, but the demon queen just hovers, instead. Karai has summoned the lightning, & she throws bolt after crackling bolt into Zuggtomoy, the aspect of Iuz caught in the aftershocks. Harlowe tries to get clear of the party, of where Zuggtomoy is targeting, & jumps to the flying tower that the mushroom babies have commandeered. With his belt of giant strength it should be easy, as long as he doesn't roll a....twenty. Of course he does. He falls into the demons & they do enough damage to kill him. No! Or, no wait! Harlowe cast protection from evil on himself! They can't touch him! He still takes falling damage but is alive!

Really, though, this is the Saga of Raz Jericho. Hear his tale! Raz Jericho, who though there was a bridge of stone & though he had dragon wings, chose to crowd surf across the demons. Hear his bard's song, Back Sabbath's "Iron Man!" See...as the crowd turns on him, stomping him out, down to zero hit points. Witness! As Aeryn prow tosses him a mystery potion with a green cap! That we hope is a healing potion, though we found it on an assassin with red capped potions that we assumed were poison. Watch! As Raz drinks it...& the DM opens the Dungeon Master's Guide & we all groan, thinking it was poison, that his dying character drank poison. Hear! The roar of the crowd when it is revealed it is a potion of super-heroism, healing him & empowering him & making the demon audience go wild! Watch! Him fly into the sky, while the druid Gilda shapeshifts into a bat & lands on his shoulder. See! Him draw his rod of wonder & aim it at Zuggtomoy & roll...

A NATURAL 100. "DEATH RAY, NO SAVE."

Zuggtomoy is dead. The drow come in through the gate & acknowledge Gilda as the Queen of the Temple of Elemental Evil. There is temptation there, Gilda wants the demons to bow-- most do, except the ones that are throwing the sign of the horns at the most metal Raz-- & everyone else, which, no. Curulókë & the mushrooms & slimes don't do kneeling. Still, the drow do, & that is what matters. Instead, we leave through the gate & Gilda closes it behind us, trapping the drow. The Temple is crumbling, but as the master of it, Gilda stops it, the bricks paused in mid-air. We leave; some though the elevator-throne, but me & the new Toadstool Cabinet fly out on the magical tower, through the hole Volgo burrowed out. On the surface, the world is on fire-- Armageddon was midway through, but we've struck a wonderful blow against the end of the world, here-- but in the sky there seem to be giant flying islands, & enormous dolphins, & huge insects...Spelljammers! Even though Encre Panache died, I still feel like his backstory of wild magic & Spelljammer mattered to the campaign. One lands & a anthropomorphic hippo (a Giff!) in a very imperial officers uniform, swarming with medals, a pistol at his side gets out & says, "Aeryn Prow, your mother sent us...."



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SURPRISE. [May. 18th, 2013|08:26 am]
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We threw fordmadoxfraud a surprise going away party, then Jenny iced him.
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Angels Are God's Robots. (20) [May. 17th, 2013|07:25 am]
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The God-Machine Chronicle by White Wolf.

When the alarm beeps.
you will know the stars are right.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. BEEP.

I wrote a post at Tor.com about how The God-Machine Chronicle bodes well for the future of White Wolf. An embrace of the non-canon! There are new rules, too; some of which resemble rules I've put into play in my current Oubliette campaign & some of which don't...but that is the glory of house rules; who cares? I do what I want. One thing I find really interesting is how the eponymous God-Machine resembles elements of The Great World from my first Oubliette campaign. Spoiler alert, "Great World" was a pun on "grate world," which was something I originally said to describe elements of Silent Hill. The homophone just enchanted me. Anyhow, this isn't their "alien" book, which I thought it might be, nor is it quite a sequel to Promethean but it might be if you squint. In the Tor.com review I also mention the fiction anthology which is worth checking out, as well.
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A Photo Essay on Glasses. [May. 17th, 2013|06:57 am]
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I broke my glasses, because I am a dangerous Frankenstein.



So I wore these terrible old obsolete wire frame ones for a bit.



Then I got my eyes examined at Lens Crafters, & actually it ruled.



& I went to pick out a new frame at Warby Parker.

Oddly enough, the evening concluded with me wearing a pair of Google Glass.
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Clan Glass Spider. [May. 17th, 2013|06:46 am]
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So I continue to be alive, which is a stroke of luck in my favor. Step one of the Hierarchy of Mordicai-ness is all about that; just remember, by being alive, you are winning! Most things aren't even, excluding the possibility of infinite dimensions...but factoring infinity into a rational discussion is sort of life dividing by zero. Anyhow, I've been being a Real Boy a lot lately which is slightly draining. I need a second to stop & recharge my batteries but I don't think I'll get one until the month is over. Whenever I'm not busy, I really should be rehearsing for Strange Tales of Preston Stagger. I'm used to having a whole summer to learn my lines & I need to cram! Anyhow, there are other fish on the line besides that, work things, that I'm not letting myself get stressed out about. It is working, but that drains the fuel tank, too! So okay, what is the score? Got home from Washington DC & the Sweetlife Festival on Sunday & immediately segued into watching Olivia. Didn't watch Game of Thrones with Kira & Nino because Olivia was fussing, & still haven't watched it. Monday I came home & went to the gym & then we watched the New Girl season finale & it was wonderful. Seriously, convert to that show if you haven't yet. Tuesday I went to the gym again, with Tiffany, & she convinced me to do a step aerobics class. It was a work out, but I didn't have a hard time keeping up. What I did have a hard time with was with keeping rhythm or having coordination. I'm just a lurching Frankenstein. Wednesday was play rehearsal & then Television Night...where we just re-watched New Girl. Seriously. Then last night was a start-up party; I went & saw all of Jennifer's old co-workers, & fordmadoxfraud was there, & I tried using Google Glass, & then we came home. Don't people know that I want to be a boring homebody?
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Neoclassical! [May. 12th, 2013|04:21 pm]
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I left work early on Friday to hop onto a Bolt Bus & head to Our Nation's Capitol (™ Pending) to crash Jennifer's business trip. First, a word on Bolt Bus: it wasn't terrible & it wasn't expensive. The WiFi was absolute rubbish though; with a better quality free WiFi it would have been way better. If I could go through my feed reader while I travelled I'd be way less fussy about it. I got to Washington, DC & was dropped off at Union Station, which is a big confusing maze of a place. I mean, utterly devoid of meaning, it was a big semiotic black hole. Where staircases go to die. Not signs, because heaven forbid they have a sign pointing to an exit. I got out & walked about a mile-- past police lions-- to the hotel; we were staying at the W on the National Mall. Jennifer was like "oh, I am working late" & I was like "uh, good because I'm just going to go dominate some war memorials now," & then I did. The White House was barricaded off-- I don't have any idea of how unusual or normal the degree of security was-- but fine. The Executive Branch is definitely the worst branch of American government anyhow. One president, can you believe it? People basically think of it as an elected king, which isn't any better. Anyhow, I went close to the Washington Monument but it is under repairs, so whatever. I also saw a Boy Scouts statue; if you watch that video I promise I wasn't obnoxiously shouting, but it sounds like it! Still, I do wish the BSA wasn't homophobic & religiously intolerant, I have fond memories of my time there. Also, it literally is a statue of a boy with a naked man behind him, so. For what that is worth. From there it was down to the World War II Memorial, which is pretty neat. Then over to the Vietnam War Memorial, but by then it was too dark for videos. I ended up at the Lincoln Memorial which is...pretty great. Pretty, but not as pretty as my dream Washington, DC. Again, mis-interpreting the president as a regent, but at least Lincoln did win The War of Southern Slavery & Treason. Then just back to the hotel for martinis. I met a couple of people who grew up like, literally around the corner from me in The Wasteland, so that was weird. Jennifer & I grabbed dinner, then passed out, & when we woke up we headed to The Sweetlife Festival with Wesley.
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The Sweet Life. [May. 12th, 2013|08:11 am]
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So I didn't even know Merriweather Post Pavilion was a real place, I thought it was just word salad that Animal Collective made up. So the whole reason for this trip-- I'm on a trip, don't you know? To our nation's capitol!-- was to go to a music festival for Jennifer's dystopian futurist job. For me, that meant I tagged along with them for the set-up-- & got to explore the place before it opened-- before the show, then during the show make casual effort to make sure things were working smoothly, & then tag along after the festival to do takedown. So! The music. Let me just rundown on this. I guess 21 Pilots is like...post rap-rock? Young white kids doing a lot of screaming & rapping. Good stage patter though, worked the crowd, but I think I'm to old for it. After them, though, was Haerts, who I really liked! I'm a sucker for smart synths. They kind of remind me of The Protomen; at least, their sound does, not their stage show. I'll buy their album; when I said that Jennifer was like "who buys music?" By which she means who buys music, not who pays for music; she is a fan of the subscription model. Maybe that is the smarter way to be. Anyhow I liked Haerts & I think I will become their fan. Ms. Mr. was after them, & they also had an 80s sound, but I just couldn't connect to it, so we walked away. We came back for Robert DeLong, who I thought I wasn't feeling, but then! It turns out I just didn't like that one song & the rest of his set was really great. I should check that guy out a little bit more. Maybe people who care about DJs already know about him though, who can say, maybe he's famous & I just don't know. Very possible.

Then we walked over to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Us, & like, everyone; the sidestage-- the Treehouse-- was a really nice venue but the mainstage was...well, a huge festival mainstage. I've never been a fan, but I did feel like I was at EndFest or something. Entertaining flights of nostalgia. Anyhow, maybe it was because I was back far away, or maybe just that Karen O. works best through the magic of television, but I felt like they were flat. Around then-- hated Noah!-- the rain kicked in. Like, woah. & it went from a fun outdoor festival to a mudpit festival. Which is probably fun if you are a twenty-something on tons of drugs who thinks Ke$ha rules-- & I don't say that judgmentally!-- but less fun for like, a thirty-something drinking overpriced beer. So we hid in the press tent for a while, & then decided to try to figure out our VIP ticket situation. The pavillion was better-- dry, anyway-- but the VIP section sucked. Just full of drunk jerks, bartenders who were jerks because they'd been dealing with jerks all day, weird hand-stamp requirements, & not enough toilets. Seriously, the festival itself had a really good bathroom situation, it was a solid system, but the VIP area men's bathroom had like, two urinals & one toilet. What. They did have a friggin' great food section back there though! Rogue 24 had a pork belly cheesesteak that was uh, fantastic. If you are ever in...Maryland I guess? Check it out. Then Kendrick Lamar. I don't care. Also why are you saying "bitch" so much? At this point, it was all mainstage stuff only & I mean...do people like, connect to big stadium bands? I don't really get it, though I mean, I guess Queen counts, counted. So Passion Pit, they have that one song, I don't know, they played it & I was like "oh this song." Phoenix, they have like, two of those songs. I like Radiohead too guys! Toward the end they had fun lightshow stuff, those twenty-somethings on drugs probably had a blast watching it.
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The Harpy's Eggs. (20) [May. 9th, 2013|04:24 pm]
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Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo.

The Wolf's jaws chattered,
gattling a song of lead death
amongst the witches.

I've been sitting on this for a while trying to find something to say about it but it is hard! I liked it a lot; it is the second book in the Grisha Trilogy, an evocative young adult fantasy epic with a sort of Russian bent. I've always been a sucker for the word "darkling"-- talk to a junior high Mordicai & he won't shut up about it-- so I'm a fan of the series, right there. The thing is, it is a very plot driven series! I have a hard time, you know, having anything to say about it on a critical level. I guess the big addition in this book is the addition of a romantic rival-- you've gotta have that triangle, right?-- & I guess I'm rooting for that guy? Yeah, Sturmhond is my dude, I'd put my chips on him. He's the only one with an agenda! Well, & the Apparat but like, a lesson to learn from history: don't bet on Rasputin. He's only like, 75% bulletproof. Hey, do you remember that time Bridget said I danced like a young Rasputin? Of course, now I'm older. & I have a beard. So I guess I'm like a regular Rasputin? Anyhow, so...yeah, like I said. This is a plot heavy book, & the middle of an arc, so it is tough to have something concrete to say. Shadow monsters & machine guns, okay? Not quite "vampire in a rocketship" but it'll do, pig.
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The Aqueducts of Washington, DC. [May. 9th, 2013|07:40 am]
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Oh, so I've been sleeping terribly for like a month now. You know, I used to have terrible nightmares; well, I still do, it is just that when I start whimpering in my sleep, I now have someone to protect, or more accurately, kick me. Jennifer's theory is that my bad dreams tie into my sleep apnea, but I still favor my hypothesis: spiritual warfare. I don't remember most of them from this month, but I do remember the two most recent, so if you are one of those crybabies who loves to complain about how they hate hearing about people's dreams (& what's the deal with airplane food, anyway?) consider this your invitation to am-scray. In one, which was more a real nightmare, I was an archeologist with fordmadoxfraud. We were at an archeological dig, I don't know where but I sort of feel like I want to say that it was a site of Roman occupation in North Africa. I don't mean that factually-- it was dream logic, after all-- but just in terms of character, just descriptively.

We'd gotten some artifacts & gone back to the apartments where we were staying. Sort of a combination of like, those tiny cubical "grandma" apartments of the 70s with lots of terra cotta. Tattooine meets tschokes. The one I was staying in had the shower stall at the foot of the bad; one of those tile squares with one glass door. The wall of it opposite the glass door was mirrored & both had been smashed, crinkling like safety glass. As if someone had punched them, right at head-level. I was sitting on the bed & starting to feel like...well, a serial killer. Just murderous urges. I hid my face in the lined up shattered halo, then took it out, then put it back in. Luckily, I totally know how to handle feeling like the Joker, so I swallowed it, & got up. It was a curse, a curse to kill, but I'm a hex breaker. FMF wasn't so lucky-- he came in with one of the Damascus knives we'd found, trying to kill me with it! & I found out I had been cursed-- I could only call him "Ted." As in "Ted! Wake up! You're cursed! Dammit, I mean Ted! Ted you're cursed!"

The other dream wasn't really a nightmare, but just a large, long, languid dream. I know what it stems from-- I am going to Washington, DC this weekend-- but it didn't stop the dream from being beautiful. The sort of washed out palette of the Númenórean ruins of the Lord of the Rings movies, or Skyrim or Shadow of the Colossus, only more so; you know, the kind of thing that the CGI in those movies & games are trying to evoke. It was the ruins of Washington, DC, vast aqueducts & arches, huge things that spanned miles, and thousands of them. A river the size of the Amazon running through "gates" of sugarfloss stone, skyscraper tall & miles long, arch after arch, some crumbled, some fallen, most standing. Dotting the river were fountains, turbines, spinning flowers of the same stone. Just gorgeous, & for some reason Jennifer was dressed up like Catwoman from The Dark Knight Rises. Just gorgeous. We were exploring around, sometimes on the roads, sometimes clamboring around on massive toppled monoliths, sometimes getting in the water.
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Mordor Ballad. [May. 9th, 2013|06:53 am]
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I don't have any particular updates, but I'm going to ramble, since I want to be a little more dedicated about this thing here, & just spare musing on my life oughta provide some kind of opportunity for that. I had another Strange Tales of Preston Stagger rehearsal, this time just me, my scene partner-- I play the crime fighting magicians, Preston Stagger, & she plays by faithful anthropomorphic rabbit sidekick, Rabert-- & the director/villain of the piece. It was a lot of fun; they both have acting backgrounds, so I occasionally feel like a dunce when they break out shorthands or what have you, but she's very funny as Rabert, so yay! Not that I was worried, mind you, but it is fun to be around people who are good at things. Also, we had Television Night! Me, Jennifer, fatbutts (she took the picture above), James & elladorian. Yes, Maggie came because fordmadoxfraud was on vacation; I mean, them splitting up wasn't particularly acrimonious, she just left TV Night to give him some space, you know? Anyhow, no drama or anything. We didn't watch anything though; instead we played a French story game called Dixit. There was a TableTop episode about it with Beth Riesgraf from Leverage! That is about it, though. It rained a lot. I went to the gym in the morning; just a short workout but I pushed fairly hard for it being seven ante meridiem. I got to say "I'm two steps ahead of you" to my boss at a key moment, that was fun; I've actually been pretty busy & super helpful at work, in the grand scheme of things. I don't know what else. I've been trying to go out with Jennifer more often, whether just to dinner, or meeting in the city for drinks, or hanging out with friends together. We even watched a basketball game with people! Well, on television. At a bar. But a sports bar! Oh, & I wrote a happy birthday post for Gene Wolfe at Tor.com.
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Strange Tales of Preston Stagger! [May. 5th, 2013|08:12 am]
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I've been bad about blogging lately. A mix of things. Some energy goes into Tor.com, some energy goes into resharing things on my Tumblr, I've been having to work through my lunch breaks rather than use them to write, that kind of thing. Otherwise, my schedule has been fairly stable. Television Night on Wednesday, where we finished up Joe Schmo & moved on to Solitary. Stories of Our Youth is about to be wrapped up, with just two more sessions left because fordmadoxfraud is moving from Metropolis to Star City; Zuggtomoy must die! We've had a bit of trouble scheduling my Oubliette campaign but everyone seems devoted & that is fun. Book Club just added two new members to replace folks who weren't able to make it. New blood! Jenny got a new job & the hours are much more reasonable than the old one. Sort of...things have been just...regular, I guess? Terra came & visited & that was even more regular! I mean, when she's in China we mostly talk at the beginning & the end of the day, because of how time zones work out, but when she visited it was back to the usual standing lunch plans.



I guess the most exciting news is that I'm going to be in another play! Strange Tales of Preston Stagger, which I like to think is in a shared universe with Witch Prison! It involves a magician who solves crimes & his anthropomorphic sidekick; "a one act play with a two drink minimum." I play the eponymous crime-fighting wizard. Poster by Julia Gfrörer, by the way. ravenface is only in town for a month, so it will be jam packed. Two of the people who were in Cocktails at the Centre of the Earth are running the show, otherwise, & it seems like it will be a pretty professional cram session of a month, though we're having a tricky time nailing down rehearsal dates for me & my parter at the moment. But! We did have our first read through & it was really funny; there were jokes I didn't "get" on the page, but hearing them out loud (perhaps said with ridiculous accents, I'll never tell) was hilarious. So that is happening at the end of the month, beginning of next month. Just three shows, so you should come!
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Curulókë, Saint of Mushrooms. [Apr. 28th, 2013|09:45 am]
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Cowabunga! Like last session, this episode of fordmadoxfraud's Stories of Our Youth Advanced Dungeons & Dragons campaign wasn't chockfull of a series of events. Rather, it was taken up by a few, critical, interesting stories. Well, that & eating lots of cheese. The crew from last session was me as Curulókë, elf thief-archer; Alicia as Aeryn Prow, human thief & fatbutts as Gilda, half-elf druid. The cultists of Johydee, Harlowe & Karai, have disappeared-- maybe to tangle with their arch-rivals, the drow?-- but they've been replaced by Rasheem as Raz Jericho, human bard, who comes back with black dragons wings growing from his back, from eating a dragon heart. With him comes Sargen, deposed priest of the Temple of Elemental Evil, who we met in the Fire Node & then...abandoned in the Fire Node. He's bound to Grizelda Gilda by a wish. Emma is here as well, as Dilly Turduckener, halfling psion, whose malfunctioning dimension door spits her out with us again. She says there is a village of halfling psions living on the petrified body of a dead god in there!

I have a new miniature! Since I took off Jaer the Tailor's padded armor +1 & replaced it with Gramag's elven chain, I figured one was due. I kept the Air Node mask to replace my old veil. After we're done looting the crew & sussing out the poisons-- we're all poisoned, it is no good-- Curulókë looks down the grate in the room where these streams of blood are pouring down. There is a jeweled throne, an exact duplicate of the one in the Crone's chamber. Here is the thing; you know Curulókë has been embarked on a theosophic agenda, a gnostic heist, a thaumaturgical caper, a blasphemy against the profane. He's been carving his name on Zuggtomoy's Thrones & Idols; at first as an attack against her, but with the advent of the mushroom babies & the jelly babies he's specifically decided to rescue them, to steal them away from Zuggtomoy. There is nothing inherently evil about fungi, whether they are slime-molds or toadstools! So, while everyone is arguing over how we should get down-- Raz can fly, Sargen can fly-- Curulókë decides to just climb down. It is tricky-- the chainmail gives him some penalties to his thief skills, & we don't have any rope-- but with Aeryn & Dilly's help, he managed to swing to a wall & climb down.

From here things get... psychedelic. The Throne is surrounded by a pillar of light-- "like that one Crow poster!" I say-- & as soon as I enter it, I'm filled up with psychic power. True seeing, ESP, that sort of thing, usable at will. I know a little bit about mental powers, from Dilly & from the Darkstrider Medal. That is two saves versus spells, that I rolled really well on. When I touch the throne to tag it, ZAP! I'm thrown inside the mind of Zuggtomoy! The Throne is a conduit of divine awareness! I felt something very much like this already, when I defiled the Purple Throne. This time, I'm prepared. I've been working toward this, I've been laying the groundwork, I've been preparing the contextual elements, I've even been psychologically preparing. I decide to give Zuggtomoy a spiritual lobotomy. I try to steal the Platonic concept of "Mushrooms" from her. You know, if the "Fungi" of "Demon Queen of Fungi" in her name is the Platonic ideal of "Evil" joined to the pure notion of "Mushroom", I want to pickpocket the latter. Hey, I'm 10th Level, I'm a master thief, this is my whole deal in this place. Okay, so...all that remains are dice rolls. Constitution, Wisdom & Intelligence. My three worst stats. I roll a exceptional success, a success, & I fail by one-- the curse from the cursed Tome did me in! Still, it is enough to steal it! Curulókë, elf thief-archer, Saint of Mushrooms. Think of him in your hour of need, thieves, whenever slimes or fungi get you down. The divine backlash is rough, though-- one of the mushroom babies explodes, dying for my hubris. Well, hubris? No; we all share the risks on this adventure. Spent, Curulókë passes out.



I'm not the only one wrapped up in spiritual warfare. Gilda has Sargen fly her down & then she pushes his arm into the circle of light. Krakka-doom! a bolt of lightning flies from the throne, just massacring him. Frying him. Dead. Okay. Gilda still goes to pull me out of the circle; when she enters it, she too goes "Avatar state." I don't know what she saw, but I do know this. As Curulókë stole "Mushrooms" from Zuggtomoy, Gilda-- & Grizelda-- have been stealing the Elements from her. With her roc eye & the efreet blood & elemental water the only thing left is to claim Earth. Dilly, too enters psychic combat with Zuggtomoy, through the conduit of Curulókë's mind. It is a lot of back & forth, Dilly against an impossible intellect, halfling versus demigod. Ego whip, tower of iron, id insinuation, thought shield, Raz singing encouraging songs to Dilly's catatonic form, mushrooms helping her build sand castles; back & forth until...against all odds, with her psychic recipe filibuster, Dilly wins! She is able to glean Zuggtomoy's secrets! Most notably: if we assemble the Crown, putting in the Gems from the Nodes, then & only then can we destroy it. Doing so will weaken Zuggtomoy, but it will also allow her to incarnate in the Temple of Elemental Evil, though she will be trapped within. We'll need something powerful enough to destroy it-- the maul of the titans should do it-- but that object will itself be destroyed in the act. Good news!

While this is going on, Aeryn plants a magic bean that she found in a sack; one of a dozen. It...becomes a...purple worm? Yikes! Thinking fast, Aeryn dumps Sargen's body into it's hole. In the creature's scales we see a ring, & Gilda hops down, cuts it out, & hops back out before anything can happen. Good thing, too: she has like nine hit points. In fact-- remember the gem curse on Aeryn? Well, on Gilda & Dilly, too, but Aeryn most germanely. That at the least inopportune moment, at her weakest, a demon would appear? Well, it is that time! & it isn't a scrub demon, either; it is a Goristro! A twenty-two foot tall servent of the Abyss specifically bred from the chaos & evil of the afterlife over eons to be an unholy living siege engine. It isn't good; Curulókë & the surviving mushroom & jelly babies are hiding in a secret passage that he discovered already, sheltering from the purple worm, so he's hidden & ready to go all sniper on the thing...but instead Aeryn talks to it. She's Chaotic Good; she's had a soft spot for the Chaotic Evil creatures she's been charming with the false Charisma 20 that the Crown of Zuggtomoy gives her. She's been all "aww" over the balor, the white dragon, the red dragon. Now is her chance to really use that "we have Chaos in common, anyhow!" attitude. See, at level ten, thieves get followers. Curulókë's will be based on the mushrooms & jellies...but Aeryn (with Raz serenading them with "Rainbow Connection") convinces the demon to follow her, naming it Waromere!
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G$M. [Apr. 26th, 2013|02:37 pm]
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Last night, after drinks & tapas with Matt, Brian, Kat & at Poco, Jennifer & I went on a How About We data to see Goldor $ Mythika: A Hero is Born, a play with a...lot going on. It is based on a true crime story! It is about Dungeons & Dragons! It has a non-linear story jumping from out of order flashbacks to modern day to the near-future. It has a DJ who functions like Cabaret's emcee. Not just high concept, but high concepts. Backstage reviewed it by saying the chaos undercuts the story-- & made some alignment jokes in the bargain-- & that really hits the nail on the head. The Village Voice called the script "exuberant if unfocused" & again, yep. Time Out puts it on the director, saying she "cranks the pace and gimmickry to a humor-and-comprehension-killing level." Well...they all are really...pretty much spot on. I don't know whose feet to put that at-- not the actors, because I enjoyed their performance, particularly the three leads-- but it really did make things a hectic soup pot, though the DJ, played by Bobby Moreno, did his best to keep it in check. The plot is based on a real life couple from the Wasteland who became the "Goth Bonnie & Clyde," kludges DnD in there in a...well, a complicated way. On one hand, hearing people make jokes about eagle's splendor is fun-- oh, so they are playing Third Edition!-- but on the other hand, it wobbles near a sort of hand-wringing moral panic.

The lovers-- Jenny Seastone Stern as Mythyka/Holly & Garrett Neergaard as Goldor/Bart-- empower themselves through the game, but then...use that empowerment to rob the armored truck company that just laid off Goldor & whose owner just sexually harassed Mythyka. It could have been a sort of economic revenge fantasy, it hints that it might be...but I guess the fact that it is anchored in a real life crime meant it had to come crashing down. I for one would have enjoyed Goldor $ Mythyka as a prequel to a cyberpunk revolution-- hey, you don't have to try hard to look at the world right now as a cyberpunk dystopia-- but that isn't what we get. Instead, the house of cards comes crashing down. There is an arc of redemption at the end; I don't buy Mythyka's easy "& then I became a combat medic & everything was wonderful, but Gerri (played by Kristin Griffith) ended up coming full circle, & Goldor's coda had promising verisimilitude. Bubba Weiler as Zeus really has to hold up the future storyline on his own up until then, & he did a great job, but the interweaving was what we were waiting for. Sure, it is easy to see coming, but it is well done. In the end verdict, I liked it; I had complicated feelings about it, it was imperfect, but I liked it. The flip side of that? It was twenty-five bucks. I have no problem trying to sell my friends on an imperfect play that costs ten or fifteen dollars, but twenty-five becomes fifty-- you aren't going to go alone, are you-- & at that point, it becomes harder to really tell your friends to risk it. Sort of academic; today is the last day.
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Map Rith Keo, Halfling. [Apr. 26th, 2013|12:36 pm]
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("Chef Camacan Mongoyo" by Jean Baptiste Debret)

"Well, shee-it. I grew up, well, mebbe round-about-those-parts, you know, over yonder, back where the big old Muddy pulled back her skirts n' things went from under-bubble to up top, you know what I mean? Nowhow, 'couse you don't, you loud folk bein' how you do, with no sense of dreaming memory, 'couse. Well the Temple-- didn't I say there was a temple? 'couse there was a temple, that's what I'm saying, there was a temple, used to be under the Big Muddy Water betwixt Here n' There. Things as good as dried out, gettin' colder all the time-- here now, sees how there is less scaly n' more hairy, mostly?-- n' it took a while but before you know it, Sharky couln' get in to his chapel no more! Couse it was all up in the bayou anyhow. So the real folks moved into it, little by little. Real little by little. It was all full of poison spears n' pufferfish bad, but that's okay, on account of you know, I got frog power from the Plump-Animal-- hallowed is the Croak-- so we were moving in. Sure some real folk died here n' there but real folks had many real babies, anyhow, so the dream was winnin' out, you betcha. We got our own powers, we got mudskipper power, catfish power, sloth power, all kinds. Even family kinds, like we got crystal power.

Well here is the thing, boy, n' listen up. That shark folk temple weren't no shark power temple, you feel me? Shark folk went there n' I guess it works sorta like the shark folk think they are real folk, instead of dream folk. All you loud folk, dream folk, you gotta all pray to your folk-kind, mebbe, more or less have a totem all dressed up like you. Gots to keep your dreams alive, I don't hold it against yah, hoo-whee. I'd sure be all making real folk idols n' hallelujahin' up a storm if I was a dream folk, n' maybe that is what you loud folk do. Shark folks are dream folks-- I'm pretty sure, could be wrong, ain't no shaman but my mama told me so n' my mama Chanda is a heckuva folk n' she said ain't nobody but us n' the orcses real folk I guess-- but they act like real folk, they got themselves temples sure but inside it had real power. Slime-Manta, he's all full of manta power and slime power, or she is, anyway. Bad stuff, but we stole it out of the temple n' sold it back to the shark folk n' Sharky was up to no good but we were clever n' our potlaches with 'em went pretty good, mostly. The gobblers, they do the same thing, but they ain't no good at it; they might as well be alive, blood in the water like.

So that there was my thing, my sitch-ation. Living in the parts of the Slime-Manta temple we're made safe, filled up with our powers and dreams. I lived in the frog place, where Plump-Animal was strong, where we rafters slept on our balsa flats. Therebouts it was near to the manta-places, where it was still bad n' dangerous...which you gotta figure means loot, means stuff for sharky, still. My problem was, though, I ain't got no sense. I never had a lick of it, now I ain't got spit. Just the same, I ain't never missed a meal for trying, so I do okay, that's why they call me Map. My sister, she was Vanna, they called her golden 'cause of how she was, she took after our mamma, she's the best of the real folk. Just golden, everything she do, she wins, it's pretty great n' she looks out for me. Or anyhow she used to, I dunno, I dunno what, I just don't.

Part of some damn bad juju, some manta-dream, some kind of slime-dream, it was...it was no good, I still got the hex on me, you know? All bad. So I talked to mamma Chanda about it, her baby boy n' baby girl. 'cause on no accounts do I have any idea 'bout sister, but me n' Vanna we got into the same trouble. All of mamma's kids, all grans kids, we are the Keo, 'cause that means jewel, n' that's what we have. Mamma says crystals are just solid parts of the dream, n' that account is why folks are so goo-goo for 'em. Sure, well, our crystal, mamma's crystal, it sure is dream-power. I don't know about dream power, just real power, but mamma does, & she said I gotta go, come 'round these parts, maybe change my luck. So I will, see, & I'll keep my eyes open anyhow. I'm a fool, but I ain't always been n' I ain't always gonna be. Jus' you wait n' see."
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The Seven Days of Fire. [Apr. 25th, 2013|11:09 am]
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Go to Tor.com & watch this live-action Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind prequel, pronto!
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Ecce Neanderthalensis. (19) [Apr. 22nd, 2013|07:04 pm]
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Last Ape Standing by Chip Walter.

The iPhone & the
Acheulean hand axe are
no coincidence.

I reviewed Last Ape Standing for Tor.com, but forgot to link to it, or count it in my book review round-up. There are a few other books on deck to be reviewed there that I haven't counted; my list this year is probably going to be pretty wonky, though I'm sure I'll still do a Year End Best Of round-up. Just saying, my recording of what I read isn't as immediate since I now factor in writing for Tor.com. I wrote a news post about Superman & I also wrote about a performance critical of Harry Potter called "To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang. I'm pretty happy with the fact that I'm at least conversant from an armchair anthropologist perspective. In fact, that isn't the only anthropology post I have had; I also blogged about a Scientific American article about hybrid humans just recently.
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T.S. Eliot's "Baba O'Riley." (18) [Apr. 22nd, 2013|07:15 am]
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A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh.

The sequel is called
"Do I Dare to Eat a Peach?"
Beaver & Brenda.

Tony's big revenge:
"April is the Cruelest Month."
ends the trilogy.

This was Beatrice's second pick for Eleven-Books Club, after her pick Lost Memory of Skin, which I didn't read. My first impression of the book remains my thesis: this is like Wooster & Jeeves, only without the sense of humor. Oh sure, people will comment on that, saying Waugh is dry wit, wry observation but...I disagree? I mean, sure, he gets digs in...but they are just small, mean & petty? Like, the protagonists of this novel are all small, mean & petty...& Evelyn Waugh makes small, mean, petty bon mots...but Waugh created these small, mean & petty characters in the first place? Like, your snide cruelty doesn't impress me, because you were the ones who built these irredeemable people in the first place! Though honestly I'm not mad at Brenda, I think she's probably the best of the lot. Which is to say, if this had been a polite soap opera, that would have been on thing. Instead it was...I don't know, a weird condemnation of these straw man characters, with a strange ending tacked on? Which fordmadoxfraud said was the original story? With the rest of the "between the Wars decadence" as the serialization that followed, post hoc? Which is why there was the alternate ending? Anyhow, I didn't care for the prose, which is the reason people like Waugh I gather, but I will admit that it was readable. I didn't like it but I wasn't miserable. I sort of think that this is what Mad Men is like, actually. & I would have preferred it to be like Gilmore Girls instead.

The club meeting was fun; David & fatbutts & I came over from playing AD&D with a stop off for wine & dumplings. When we got here, Terra was already here, & so was littlewashu with her dog, Indiana, keeping Jennifer company. Beatrice was next, with buckets of Thai appetizers, & we were good to go. People-- David-- enjoyed the prose, & we had a fun time laughing about the weird ending: this interwar socialite novel that suddenly becomes about a journey up the Amazon river? In a way, I thought it was a funny viewpoint on some of the stuff you hear about in history class, or studying anthropology. You know, some rich aristocrat amateur who goes on an exploration & mucks it up terribly, dying at the end. This was like the fictionalized account of that! Or, my other comparison, was to the movie Romancing the Stone, when Joan Wilder finds that drug kingpin who loves her writing? What if he never let her go? Hey! It's A Handful of Dust! Anyhow, we closed out the discussion group with, well, a lot of wine, but also a talk about people who haven't shown up to club in forever. We're going to clean out the roster! We're "kicking people out" insofar as we're taking them off the invite lists, but like with Lilly, if they want to come back later, that is totally fine, we just want members who are available now, you know? Not like a moral judgement, just a practical consideration. Now maybe we'll court some new members!

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Oubliette: Kakusui-en, "The Pyramid Gardens." [Apr. 21st, 2013|01:34 pm]
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("Vedute di Roma", 18th century, by Giovanni Battista Piranesi.)

For no particular reason I was flipping through the Pathfinder GameMastery Guide today, & I decided to play with some of their random tables. Just see what sparks happened to fly. I didn't even get past the first chunk of it, though; I rolled up some urban locations, & then decided that what I rolled would inform the setting for the next Oubliette adventure. Well, what I rolled up was actually super campaign appropriate, which is fun, on account of how my campaign isn't your typical swords & sorcery setting. I know quasi-Japanese isn't so radical-- that is partly why I've adopted it this go through-- but things are a little more layered & more complex than they appear at first glance. The random tables still had plenty of room for interpretation, though, & they suit my game really way, by happenstance. Here is what I got, from the tables on page 211, the "Urban Toolbox."

Unique City Decorations:
  • 68. Street fountain & watering trough.
  • 81. Alley with 100 fountains.
100 City Locations:
  • 08. Arboretum; garden for exotic plants.
  • 65. Longhouse; timber structure used as a meeting place.
  • 81. Pyramid; massive pyramidal tomb.
  • 34. Church; place of worship.
  • 76. Park; open space set aside instead of being developed, often landscaped & sometimes public.
So, with that as my starting point, I'll get cracking. First step is use a little very basic research to come up with a name. I'm generally in favore of super stupid names, because in reality places have dumb names. "New York," what is that even? So, banal & obvious, huh? So let's look at Japanese. My easy rule of thumb is to "translate" the language of the Shogunate to Japanese, the old Imperial as Chinese, & then the pre-cursor, Al-Kem, into Ancient Egyptian. Linguistic drift though stealing. Anyhow, Japanese for "pyramid" is "kakusui" so that is the first part-- a giant pyramid tomb from Al-Kem sticks out. The fountains & parks of the place lead me to drop the suffix "-en" for garden. So, Kakusui-en is the Pyramid Gardens. Easy enough. Now, I already have some designs on the next adventure, & I'll just say that this fits them pretty perfectly. I see three or four layers of occupation here.

First, the pyramid obviously dates back to Al-Kem. The Shogunate is 300 years old, dates to the fall of the Empire which stood for 900 years; there was a millenium of tribalism & city-states before that, which were the result of the decline of the Kem...which means the pyramid is probably around 3,000 years old. So, that is the earliest apparent element. The fountains are maybe the next oldest piece of the city; I'll say that their construction dates to the Empire. Using some persistant ancient technology from the pyramid that pumps water, the Empire made themselves a city of fountains & gardens. Those will be functional-- the 100 fountains & the arboretum-- but ruins. The more modern element will be the church & the water fountain that has been turned into a trough. A crossroads temple, with a place to water your retinue & horses; the landscaped park will be kept up by them. Given that Joko Izumi, the town from the last arc, was a town founded around hot springs, that means there is a "water" theme, huh? The newest element is the longhouse; a very recent occupation, put there by a warlord who is using it as his temporary headquarters, as the fountain & gardens are a good place for his troops to provision themselves.
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"I Trust You With My Fun." [Apr. 21st, 2013|08:50 am]
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Not all that much to discuss in regards to yesterday's session of fordmadoxfraud's Stories of Our Youth AD&D campaign. Mostly because the session was a big fight! Not a big brawl, but a more confusing fracas. Spies! Thieves! Assassins! The invisible! We skulked around & then struck! Okay, let me just get the facts down; we left the Earth Node after wrapping up last session, & the first thing that happens is a group reunion! The Earth Node crew was the Thieves Three; my elf thief-archer Curulókë & his adopted mushroom friends & jelly babies, Harlowe, or Hazatsu, the half-elf cleric/thief played by Ken & Aeryn Prow, the human thief, played by Alicia. Leaving the Node we met fatbutts' half-elf druid Gilda who has recovered from her bad girl phase & skycornerless' new character, since Vigda died, a half-elf cleric/fighter from Kara-Tur named Karai. She's part of the same order as Hazatsu, so we take her in. The King of the Earth Titans, Volgo, has been mutated by the wild magic infused black dragon heart Curulókë & Aeryn sewed into him, but we brought him to the Prime Material Plane with us.

Curulókë is still poisoned, & despite the players & the dungeon master pouring through the text, we can't find a spell for getting rid of poison. There is a cure disease & a remove curse, even a slow poison, but curing it? Gilda makes a check on Curulókë but things are bad; just as I botched Curulókë's roll with the throne that poisoned him initially, now Lilly botches Gilda's roll. Not a good turn of events; that luck holds by the way, for a while; I keep rolling low for the rest of the game. Sometimes, when it is my thief skills, that low roll is great! I sneak like a ninja, I find traps like a sapper. When I attack, however, it is whiff, whiff, 1s & 2s. Which is what happens; the Volgo, the Mutant King of the Earth Titans, decides that he's parting ways with us & just starts punching his way out of the temple. Oh, okay! We'd talked about hiding in the wizard's secret passages so we run off in that direction. Only to be brought up short by a confrontation at the crossroads!

By Gramag, the assassin from Hommlet who killed the wizard Rufus, & was working with the town tanner-- & agent of the Temple of Elemental Evil-- Ramos Davil. Gramag is accompanied by a broken man, a brainwashed former paladin of Saint Cuthbert, Sir Joofer. Before the fray is joined, Gilda-- with her roc-eye-- sees the invisible cleric & Curulókë spots another skulking assassin in the side room. Hey, flanking enemies is my signature move! With that, the fight is on. Like I said, I miss with my attacks for most of the fight, though one of the slime babies makes the female assassin blind & then I put arrows into her face, dealing buckets of damage, killing her. I also managed to use my body as a shield to prevent Gramag from escaping while Gilda turned into a jaguar to fight him. Aeryn knocked out the Stockholm Syndromed paladin, hoping he can be saved, & Hazatsu is just a dangerous thug with his maul of the titans. & Karai's AC is a zero! I'm so jealous of that, but I think I'm going to get Gramag's elven chain & the other assassin's magical buckler, which will both be great. New mini time!

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All These Worlds Are Yours... [Apr. 16th, 2013|04:15 pm]
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...except Europa. Well, after a sort of humdrum start, I actually had a really nice birthday. I don't care all that much about it, still-- stuck between the "Jesus Birthday" of 33 & the "President Birthday" of 35-- but I had a nice day, anyhow. My lunch was with fordmadoxfraud & Terra; I haven't been to my joint Rye House in a minute, since we went on Defcon Broke when Jennifer was laid off, so we went there to eat. So that was a nice time; then I came back to the office, worked in the book mines, & then waited at home till it was time for me & Jennifer to go out to...a really nice date actually. Another event organized through How About We, as were the delicious brunch crêpes we had Sunday. Monday's date was at Dassana, a ramen place where we had a really nice time. Here is what we ate; a turnip & sugar pea salad, a sake flight, a bunch of different baos, chicken ramen with an egg & pork belly, some Sorachi Ace, cold Szechuan sesame noodles, a cream puff & then an amaretto & espresso dessert drink. Not shabby, right? Then coming home I made a joke calling third street "thurst," because of "3 St"-- just being goofy-- but Jenny was deeply confused why there was a sign that said "three ess tee." It was magical, but I think you had to be there. Speaking of magic, I totally gained a level of warlock recently, I've been identifying all these new class features.
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The Ring Cycle. [Apr. 15th, 2013|07:32 am]
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I'm not really into my birthday this year. For one, I've just got a pretty full dance card already. Between running Oubliette every other week, Television Night every Wednesday & AD&D every Saturday, I pretty much have my social needs met. Toss in hanging out with the work crew & that is a week's worth of extroversion, easy, plus you have to take into account lunch rendezvous. Then you have to factor in that I'd really rather be hanging out with Jennifer, anyway. Anyhow, my point is that the idea of planning something, while fun in theory-- I get to mix friends groups-- isn't really all that appealing in practice. I don't know, instead I'll get lunch with David & Terra & just be, whatever, older. It isn't even a good year, I don't unlock new jokes or milestones or anything. Oh well. What about my weekend? Well, yesterday I went to the gym, watched Olivia, & then Jennifer & I went to a birthday party. It was a whole event, with food & an open bar; we left relatively early. That pretty much sums up my weekend; we watched the Doctor Who episode "The Rings of Akhaten," which was very science-fiction-y. There was a Mos Eisley cantina planet, hover jets...& an ancient Egyptian vampire alien, apparently. That is my scene, especially when it gets upgraded to "creepy face made of solar flares." Even better! Adventure Time had an episode called "Puhoy" that was basically "The Inner Light" from Star Trek only with the opposite ending. Oh otherwise though I don't know. I'm content but anxious. My experience as a middle class adult leads me to assume that "content but anxious" is sort of the default setting. Like, I guess that is what being alive is about.
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Jelly Babies! [Apr. 14th, 2013|08:29 am]
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Well, from my admittedly narrow & biased perspective, I have to say the most important thing from last session of fordmadoxfraud's Stories of Our Youth AD&D campaign was that my elf thief-archer, Curulókë, added a couple of Jelly Babies to his entourage. You remember when he got his Mushroom Babies, right? Well, when we found the weird carpet of ooze trap, Curuloke's idea was for his myconid friends to "touch rhizome to rhizome" with the slime & see if it can't be "saved" in some way. He's all about suborning Zuggtomoy's control over Neutral slimes & fungi; that isn't Evil! She doesn't get to just claim dominion over stuff unopposed. There was a risk to the mushroom person involved, but I think they've learned to take risks when appropriate, & so-- success! Slimefriends. They look sort of like the kodama from Princess Mononoke, but made of goop. If they ever make a Thieves Bible, I want to be the saint of slimes & toadstools. Thieves totally need a patron for that. Weirdly, remember how in in David's Orrery campaign I had a gelatinous cube familiar for Bogey Noodlewriggler, my goblin mage? I even called it my "jelly cube." Anyhow, yesterday's game was a small group, what we call the Thieves Three; Curulókë, Alicia's human thief, Aeryn, & Ken's half-elf cleric/thief, Harlowe. We mean business! That business, on Saturday, was a very Old School Rennisance meets the New Weird, as it turns out.

First, I should point out that I was wrong about the art objects. The dragon's horde had six art objects in it; a gem necklace, a jeweled goblet, a finely wrought snuff box, crystal dining settings, a statue of Iuz & scrimshaw of a black dragon. I thought that scrimshaw had to be whale, but I was mistaken! I also thought the word for a walrus tusk "scrimshaw" was a tupaliq. I was halfway wrong about all of that. Scrimshaw can be ivory or bones from anything, but is mostly nautical, & a tupaliq is actually a little revenge totem or puppet monster, which is often made of walrus tusk, but sometimes other stuff like narwal horn (!) or antler. Alright then, so noted. The other notable "treasure" was the sentient sword that Vigda was carrying. See, that sword caused quite a few problems along the way last night. Almost as much as the Throne we found. Curulókë has been carving his name as "blasphemous" graffiti on Zuggtomoy's Thrones & Zuggtomoy's Idols. It can't hurt to be blasphemous to the unholy, for one, but more importantly, he's now explicitly doing it to deny her claim over mushroom babies & jelly babies, & to assert his own. Even if when he's doing so he gets too clever & tries to cannibalize a trap for venom & then fails his roll & poisons himself really badly. & then there is a clock hanging over his head for the rest of the session.

Speaking of a countdown, we're all still deaf. No kidding. & when I got poisoned, I removed the option to just stop & rest till the ringing in our ears left...so we pressed on. We found the aforementioned ooze nodules-- half trap, half terrain feature-- & while I was messing around with granting them sentience, Harlowe used stone shape to make a path right through, over to a...face? Dilly had found a human face, detached skin, in the Spider Cave & somehow tossed it here...& oh my gosh, it landed on an Earth Titan! The Last Earth Titan, the King of the Earth Titans, to hear this giant clod of dirt tell it. It tells us it wants revenge on Kaanan Bel Cannon, Countess Telahi, Sir Joofer, Scorp the giant, Falrenth the wizard (who we've definitely killed) & Smigmaw the Red Hand. We deduce that the Earth Gem is its heart-- it tells us as much-- & my notion is to try to find something we can substitute in! (Actually, now that I think about it, the Mud Elemental Egg would probably have worked) Our ideas were two-fold; dead Vigda's magic sword, which seemed to have a "gem thing" going on or...oh wait! As soon as the magic sword hears us mention using it as the Titan's heart, it flips out! It makes Harlowe insane! He attacks Aeryn, doing a bunch of damage, jumps in a pool of slime, making himself blind as well as deaf, & then stabs himself really badly! It is...spooky!

Eventually, we take Harlowe back to the cave with the dead dragons, & I set the mushrooms & jellies to look after him. Then Aeryn & I cut out the heart of the black dragon, the one that is left. We bring it to the Titan & say we are going to operate & substitute in the dragon's heart for the crystal. Curulókë has been thinking about making flesh golems for a little while now, so the idea is ripe. We melt down a bunch of silver coins, silver arrowheads & a silver sword in order to use molten silver as a sort of "blood transfusion." Sounds good! In we go, Aeryn & Curulókë, & I think I'm going to have to take a proficiency in Healing now because we did it! Only to watch in abject confusion as the Titan...changed. There was still Wild Magic in the heart, from the rod of wonder, & the Earth Titan...grew tentacles, its humanoid body becoming a strange quadrupedal arrangement? & then it sprouted fleshy horns, a full brass band, playing what sounds like African dance music. & anyone hanging around it? Can levitate. Personally, I hope that the trumpets spew acid, in a callback to the black dragon. Um, okay, so we made a sort-of benevolent Lovecraftian deity, I guess?
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Oubliette: Character Generation, Part Two. [Apr. 13th, 2013|09:58 am]
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Now that we concluded the "play as kids" portion of my Oubliette campaign, Thursday was "let's make the adult versions!" Going from left to right: Nicole is playing Keku no-Kin, who grew up to become a Mukade, one of the high-powered "Centipede" Bucho bosses of the Kin Zaibatsu. Her family has been part of the corporate ladder for generations, & when she drank poison as part of a dangerous snake cult ritual, the Zaibatsu was there to help fix her up with a cybernetic eye & a cybernetic throat & stomach...for a price. Silissa is playing Moe no-Cho another Zaibatsu Bucho. Moe grew up a rural bumpkin, but her natural talents for herbalism--& her Naga poisoned blood-- have made her a Kemushi, a "Catapillar" of the Cho Zaibatsu, in the research & development department. Luke is Haru o-Kitsune, the golden boy, scion of the wealthy noble House Kitsune. Raised from birth to be an exceptional Kuge, a courtier bureaucrat, his interests in botany & the occult will figure largely in his future. Mollie is playing Mio Yudai, who studied martial arts & meditation on the mountain tops of Kumo. She is a Sohei, a warrior-ascetic, specializing in hard martial arts, who works as a Yojimbo bodyguard for Haru o-Kitsune. Last but not least, Eric is playing Ren Joko Izumi. A street urchin rescued by the courtesan Geiko, kissed by a Naga, he grew up to be a Taikomochi jester, the ultimate emcee. He got to watch Wakana & Goro, the NPC children from the prelude, grow up. After we built the new characters, I wanted everyone to watch Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, since it informs the setting. I think it was well received, & we decided that as a backstory, between the Naga Castle & the start of the new story, that Haru, Mio & Moe all went to the Toxic Jungle. Haru as part of his extreme study of agriculture, Mio as his bodyguard, & Moe as an expert from her pharmaceutical Zaibatsu.

I've made a number of mechanical changes to the World of Darkness system. One, I'm embracing character Traits. That is really the big addition, & after play testing it in the prologue story, I am convinced it is the right way to go. We still need to figure it out as a group, a little more-- what makes a "good" Trait, what Traits will be most used, how to use a Trait both as an advantage & disadvantage-- but I think we're on to something cool. It makes Virtue & Vice redundant but I left them in just to help players have something to think about, to help define their character. Heck, I almost added Nature & Demeanor back in, for the same reason. Because Traits basically cut out Merits, I've put in Backgrounds, to reflect things like Retainer, Fame, Resources, whatever. The other things I've fiddled with...well, I replaced Computers with Mechanics, but that has been the case from the very start. Previously I'd replaced Science with Theosophy, sort of trying to evoke a Natural Philosophy & pseudoscience feel rather than a modern view; I've now replaced Theosophy with Alchemy, since I think that sells it better. I've replaced Investigation with Perception, since "spot checks" are par for the course, & I'd rather have a skill than Wits plus Composure. Oh, & I've moved Physical Skills around; I replaced Drive with Ride, obviously, but I've broken Firearms down to Ranged & Weaponry down to melee. Suits a lower technology setting.

I've never been happy with the derived attributes of WoD. Too much reliance on a few core attributes, which let a smart player min-max easily. I wanted to make everything useful, so I swept the rules away & started over from scratch. I had Kara at work help me as a sounding board, & while I'm fairly okay with what I ended up deciding on, I'm not content, entirely. The numbers end up being a little more powerful than the usual mortal character, but not too much. I just miss the "worst of two" mechanic. I'll keep thinking but in the meantime: the three most important ones are Defense, Health & Willpower, right? I said Defense is equal your best Finesse, so best of Wits, Dexterity or Manipulation. Health is five plus your best Resistance; Resolve, Stamina or Composure. Willpower is trickier; I said five plus the best of Intelligence, Strength or Presence. The idea of Willpower as a reserve of grit, because it is more active with Traits; Strength may seem like a weird fit, but I think it makes a kind of sense, if you allow for loose interpretations. Then, your Speed is five plus Strength; Initiative is your Dexterity, & your Stamina is your Endurance. I want to have a system of Encumbrance but one that is pretty rules light; heavy things or unwieldy things, like armor, big swords or backpacks, will have an Encumbrance. You got a number of free points equal to your Endurance, & after that it starts penalizing your Defense & other reasonable checks like swimming, sneaking, or climbing. To round it off, you get a number of Skill Specialties equal to your worst Mental attribute, Intelligence, Wits or Resolve, & a number of Backgrounds equal to five plus the worst of your Social attributes, Presence, Manipulation or Composure.
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READ ME. (17) [Apr. 9th, 2013|02:40 pm]
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Nevada by Imogen Binnie.

Im can't decide if:
"Eureka, motherfucker!"
goes first, or after.

The thing about this book is that while a lot of the main character, Maria's, life is lifted from iphisol's life while I knew her-- like, working at a grungy book store, smuggling booze into horror movies, getting food at Kellogg's, we've done that together even!-- I feel like mostly I'd end up being friends with Maria's ex-girlfriend, Steph? I guess that says a lot about, like, my role as a supporting cast member of capitalist culture, or whatever, privilege or something, but probably not that much. I just feel like she's less likely to, say, steal my car. Which, right, is a friendship perk. Which is me sort of saying, I don't really have a thesis about this book? Because obviously it would be stupid to try to read it as some over-arching statement about being trans, except maybe that is the statement that the book is making? That having a story about a trans character shouldn't be some effort to tell a univeralizable "trans experience" truth, but maybe should be about people, because trans people are people.

Except that shouldn't need to be said & it isn't like Imogen has written this book as a polemic. Just that-- right-- by not being moralizing, it sort of underscores the fact that you might expect a story like this to be some kind of dialectic. Actually, now that I think about it, it totally fakes out that dialectic angle, hard, so I guess you could say that is the thesis; that your stupid thesis is stupid, & that you should chill out on you expectations & let characters be characters instead of rhetorical devices. & Maria's own internal monologue is mostly her digesting & dissecting gender & patriarchy & how assumptions & anxiety co-mingle into a cocktail of confusion. But mostly on how talking about all that stuff is stupid, but just because it is stupid doesn't mean you get to ignore it (unless you are a straight white middle class cisgender man who has the privilege of that, but then even if you aren't you probably have little pieces of privilege that you need to pick apart, & if you are that privileged dude you don't deserve awards for just "failing to be awful" so get off your butt & help).

You know how the last episode of Angel is kind of controversial? Like, it all ends with them in an alley, ground down to nubs, gearing up for yet another end of the world battle royale? & some people complained that there wasn't any closure, any resolution or truly final Armageddon...while everybody else said, "duh, exactly, that is the point." As much as Buffy was a meditation on being a teenager, Angel was about being an adult, & the point of the finale is you have to keep going. You keep on living. There is no end to the fight. It keeps going. That is pretty much how Nevada ends. Sometimes stories just don't end, & in a story about being trans, where the usual cultural message is all about crossing some rubicon, whether it is coming out or getting surgery or whatever, (or that life ends, suddenly & violently, which is all to prevalent a fate for trans characters, & how messed up is that, that transgender characters are largely just plot points, props, & not even characters in the least) the notion that life goes on is pretty punk rock.
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The Culture Index. [Apr. 8th, 2013|03:43 pm]
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In the wake of Iain Banks announcing that he has terminal cancer, I decided to exorcise my melancholy by indulging in fond nostalgia, so I wrote a Tor.com post about, well, "Eff Yeah The Culture." In the spirit of that, & reposting it here so that I have a permanent record of it, I thought it might be a good idea to link to the Culture novel index of my previous reviews & thumbnail all the ones I've read so far, since it...looks like this will be a complete list, short stories not included. I thought about ranking them, but it seems sort of pointless. I recommend reading Player of Games first, & I think Surface Detail is my favorite, though I don't think you can really jump right into it. Or, I take that back. You certainly can-- these aren't serial, they don't need to be read in order. I just think the more you read, the broader your enjoyment of the series will be, & Surface Detail is a pretty high functioning one. You really need to find the idea of a psychopathic Culture warship hilarious before you can appreciate all the nuance of...well, the sense of humor that a sociopathic Culture battleship has.

Consider Phlebas by Iain Banks.

Player of Games by Iain Banks.

Use of Weapons by Iain Banks.

Matter by Iain M. Banks.
Inversions by Iain Banks.

Excession by Iain M. Banks.

Surface Detail by Iain M. Banks.

The Hydrogen Sonata by Iain M. Banks.
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Up In the Sky! (16) [Apr. 8th, 2013|02:25 pm]
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Superman: the Unauthorized Biography by Glen Weldon.

The Silver Age as
the bottled city, Kandor.
A great metaphor.

I wrote a review of Superman: the Unauthorized Biography for Tor.com, so you can read it there.
I mentioned the Tye book, & the De Haven book, so I'll link to them here; & to Supergods, for good measure.
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Vidga's Last Stand. [Apr. 7th, 2013|09:48 am]
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We haven't had a player character death in a while in fordmadoxfraud's Stories of Our Youth game, but last night changed that! The last one was actually one of skycornerless' characters, too; Nara the elf druid died fighting lizardfolk. Then the time before that was my character, when Encre the gnome wild mage died. Vigda the elf fighter/mage got a pretty fitting death, though, which is more than a lot of PCs get, I think. Let's rewind a bit; I'm going to hit the highlights. The party consisted of Curulókë, the elf thief-archer; Ken's half-elf cleric/thief Harlowe; Alicia's human thief, Aeryn, Rasheem's human bard, Raz & of course Vigda. Last session we had dealt with the Fire Node of the Temple of Elemental Evil; Curulókë had the Air Node jewel, Vigda had the Water Node gem, & the Fire Node gem was set into the Crown of Zuggtomoy, that Aeryn carried. We teleported back to the Prime Material Plane...only to be confronted by Darkstrider, bloody swords in hand! Darkstrider was Master of the Hunt back in Daggerfalls. I'd pickpocketed a medal from him, a medallion of ESP, & when I used it I had some weird side effects that, paired with Darkstrider freaking out in Daggerfalls, made me think there was a bit of a curse going on. I'd seen visions of him cutting his way toward me, so I knew there was a confrontation coming.

Except instead he...pledges himself to me as my...slave? Oh great, that is just great. Apparently he had a slave, the previous owner of the medal, who he stole it from. That guy had a slave, who was the guy who owned the medallion before him & so on & so forth & all of them are trying to find me to be my slaves. Ugh, so stupid, I don't want to deal with all you evil NPCs through coercion! I'm trying to set a good example for my mushroom babies, I'm a role model now. Sigh. Anyhow, I at least think of a way to get Darkstrider out of my hair for now; he says that the world above is "burning" from coast to coast, as the Temple has gone to war with the world, & is winning. Well, it just so happens that I have a copy of their battle plans! So I send Darkstrider to deliver the maps & documents to General Greatshout at Illefarn & King Melendryk of the Laughing Wood. Hopefully that will help earn some "Victory Points" in the war above; that was my hope for arming Hommlet & giving them the siege engines, too. Anyhow, we're in the guts of the Temple gutting off their access to the source of their elemental troops, so that counts for a lot; at least, that is what I'm counting on.

Mischief managed, for now, we find a hiding place & rest for the night! Finally. The two elves, Vigda & Curulókë, are up, since they both "trance" rather than sleep, & having bonded in the Fire Node, Curulókë does a Kara-Tur style tea service for Vigda, & plays Go with her, losing badly & stupidly each game. Practicing keeping sharp. In the morning, it seems someone has booby-trapped the Elemental Nodes; my guess is Ramos David &/or Gramag-- the assassins from Hommlet. Bleary-eyed Curulókë almost springs the trap, but with Aeryn's aid, Harlowe disables it. Into the Earth Node we go! Tumbling, immediately, rolling down a dark dirt ramp. Those with elven blood-- Curulókë, Vigda & Harlowe-- can see that they are in a flat pancake shaped room, only a few feet high, but Raz & Aeryn can't see till she pulls out her rock with continual light. There is a...giant claw sticking out of the dirt? Before we can really figure things out, Raz uses a rod of wonder (R.I.P. again, Encre!) on it...clapping himself in an iron cage! Curulókë picks the lock & Raz tries again...BONG! DONG! BONG! DONG! Bell, ringing bells, deafening everyone in the party for hours, except Aeryn. Curulókë can at least read lips but everyone else is screwed!

Vigda just decides, the hell with it, & casts flame strike on the claw. Oh, okay, it is on? It is on, because sure enough, the claw belongs to a giant black dragon, & her mate. They are guarding two eggs & after getting attacked, they are pretty unwilling to listen to Aeryn's trickery, even though that worked on the white dragon & the red dragon. (The picture above was taken by Emily, & is from the white dragon, but it has the right emotional connotation for her fate this game, so here it goes.) No, this time, it is a brawl, but at least there is enough confusion at the outset for Curulókë & the myconids to sneak out of the cramped chamber & into a wider cavern. The male dragon vomits a pool of acid around the eggs, to protect them. Vigda uses a rod of terror causing everyone to flee-- everyone! Dragons & fellow party members. Raz uses the rod of wonder again, attacking the eggs...& the acid turns to honey! Curulókë is the only one unaffected by the terror & he runs forward & scoops up both eggs, getting honey everywhere. Meanwhile, the mushroom children are gathering new spores-- glowing spores & earth node spores-- & elemental loam, like the elemental water we'd found. Between Curulókë's arrows & Harlowe's maul of the titans, the female dragon goes down. Curulókë's caught in the acid blast when the male dragon shake off his fear, & then when Vigda uses the rod of terror again, he is forced to flee, as well. With the party driven away by the fear effect, Vigda is left to face the dragon alone. He kills her, even as Raz Jericho cuts out the heart of the female dragon, eats it...& sprouts a pair of scaly black wings...
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More of Mauga. [Apr. 7th, 2013|08:09 am]
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Totemic Rhino. [Apr. 6th, 2013|08:22 am]
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Oh, sorry, I've been bad at talking about being alive. I've been fine at doing it, but not at like, a meta-awareness of it; that would have been asking too much. So here is what my situation is. Jennifer has been out of town all week, which is a big bummer, since I need affection to relieve stress, but more to the point a bigger bummer for her because her grandmother died. I don't really know how to relate to that, except cerebrally, so I've tried to be available for her but I doubt I've been any help. This comes right in the middle of her being all anxious over her job search, which I do get, because yes, that absolutely is the worst. Always performing, always being rejected. It is over now, though, because between hymns or viewings or whatever funeral stuff, Jenny got a new job. So that is positive news! While she's been gone, though I've been bouncing between super introverted & super extroverted. Everyone is at a conference at work-- before, I would have gone to the conference, because I was small potatoes enough to go & go grunt work, but now I'm medium potatoes enough to fall between the cracks-- so it has been me bugging Brian & Kara at work, & otherwise a ghost town. Um, no, of course now that I say all that I realize that it isn't exactly true. I went out to a diner for lunch with Bridget one time, & I got a lamb cart with Mollie & then we went inside a giant camera obscura.

In fact, here is where we get into the extrovert part of it! Tuesday I went to iphisol's book launch party for Nevada! Which hold on, first off, I'm halfway through & it is really great, you should get it for sure. I mean, I knew it would be great because I've been reading her writing on blogs for years, but when she actually started doing the reading at the book release party I was like "yeah, this is pretty intense." Sherene & I got macaroni & cheese & wine before going, headed over, & met up with fordmadoxfraud & ranai there. There was also whiskey there. I got a little drunk, Sherene got a little tattoo. She had talked about wanting one at book club & the set-up was all professional, so she went for it! Then we went back to her apartment & stayed up too late smoking hookah. The fallout from making friends at this party was that someone asked me on a date over text, & I was the biggest square in the world about saying no, 'cause I was married. I just was clumsy! In person I can be self-deprecating or whatever, I don't know! I use being married as a shield because I flirt a lot; normally that works out fine but I am pretty artless at turning people down in text form, it turns out.

Then the very next night was Television Night! fatbutts was here first, & she's been pretty jealous of all my pretty Skyrim pictures, so she made a dark elf character while we waited for the others to show up. Then David & James rolled in & why got the show on the road! Firefly! We knocked back a couple of good episodes-- the train robbery one & the abandoned ship one. I'd just seen the latter at the gym but David's Firefly lore was totally better than mine. Then Thursday! Terra flew in from China! So that is good news for the rest of the month, right? She took a cab here & we did nothing. That is totally our friendship mojo, not having to be "on" all the time. She is pregnant & jet lagged, so my solution was Justice League Unlimited cartoon episodes. I thought I was going to go to the gym in the morning-- figuring she'd be out-- but she was awake from intercontinental shellshock, so more JLU. Lunch with Mollie & JJ & Vicki at Hill Country Chicken; I used a gift certificate that onatopofthings gave me for my birthday! & then Friday night, nothing. Just the gym, then Skyrim. Waiting for some inspector to come check our pipes or something, this morning, then David's game then Jenny comes home!
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The Machine-God Chronicle. (15?) [Apr. 4th, 2013|02:37 pm]
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The God-Machine Chronicle Anthology by White Wolf.

I've told you before:
Angels are God's robots. &
God's malfunctioning.

Well, Mark L. S. Stone's "Ouroboros" inspired the Naga's Curse in my last Oubliette session, so that is money well spent, right there. Really though, let's call a spade a spade: this exists because McFarland & Chillot's "Voice of the Angel" from the World of Darkness core book is just so excellent. I mean, it is a perfect piece of gonzo occult conspiracy theory. They nail it. I actually didn't think I needed anything more from them...until I read about the Holy Engineers. Oh, you are going to doubledown on the outsider art word salad angle? Well then, count me in! So, here is the thing-- this is an anthology of short stories. It has the same foibles as any other short story collection; some pieces are less on topic than others, & the quality of the writing varies. That said, I really liked it! Besides "Ouroboros" & "Voice of the Angel," I think McFarlad's "Stories Uncle Don Told Me" & "Go Back" by Stew Wilson are my favorites. I didn't realize "Stories..." was by McFarland until just now when I checked; huh, maybe I just like McFarland! Another fellow Wastelander. Wilson's story has me wondering if the World of Darkness is finally ready to do Greys: The God-Machine or something. I'm feeling it.
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