i ran my dnd game today! people are afraid of the witchleech! it will....burn you! & bleed you! it did to that one guy, anyhow. i'm feeling confident about getting back behind the dm's screen. i think the first 9/10ths of today were solid, & the last 10th was mostly running out of steam & sort of a brick wall in trying to get martak's character motivated to involve himself. the crawl-space thing went as well as i was hoping. all in all, bricks were laid! i think i did pretty well; i'll do better in two weeks time, when i'm more prepared. also, my players are not dumb; they're sleuthing away, always the detectives. it is nice to see i retain my dm-improvising skills. oh, & i like this new guy bernie pretty swell style. it became clear after being email boyfriends on saturday that he "gets" it. also, he's handy to have as a player- he has a knack for humoring the dm. i'm going to go right ahead & count it as a win for the mordicai-team. you hear that team? we win. now, if only i could figure out a good way to make the spell caster & the mystic knight classes multi-class well. uh, hrm. anyhow, next session starts with them going to the goblintown neighborhood of blaine's lower ward. should be a heck of a fun time...usually everyone wants to avoid goblintown! i <3 goblins. in martak's new game, starting next week, i'm playing a gnome scout. my character concept is roughly this: i grew up in (kosovo), dodging bullets, trying to live a life. eventually, my parents saved up enough gold to get my sorry ass out a la joe kavalier. this was prompted by the use of (wmd), in particular, the neco-whammy of ravenous zombie hordes. so i got out & fled to the more temperate lands of my aunt & uncle. that is right. i am the ex-pat wwii jew zombie survivalist. i am the cutest, it is true.
so here we are again, priscilla, with out bones of iron, our fangs & thorns & talons of iron, cold iron. limbs seperated from torso, torn away, used by young gods to build the foundations of the world. flames kindled from stolen fire to warm the world against the cold of our grudging flesh, our ever hungry darkness. here we are, us old things, worn & faded, parasites grown huge, wiggling out from the black cavities within our ribs, our iron ribs. we shrug & men are driven mad, true, but our bonds hold. here we are, dismembered & captive, struggling at a geologic pace. we must quicken our veins, let our our spirits of wrath blaze once more with our chests, beneath your breasts, below my sternum. shove off this weight upon our bodies, this curse upon our brows. i have slept for too long, & my thirst was not slaked by the death of their heroes. not enough graves have been dug into my skin, not enough ashes thrown into my seas. i am hungry, i am hungry, i am HUNGRY.
so i have been weirdly tenative about diving head first into wikipedia participation. i mean, who knows what kind of social protocols are in place. now, i am a pretty brash monster. i really don't care so much what anyone else has to say, on account of how i don't actually buy the story that other people have internal monologues. i mean, other people are all dead inside, of course. (the other day, i was speaking about something or other & christopher says to me, he says: "you don't really think that, that is just the devil inside of you speaking." to which i replied that more or less, yes, he was right; that is precisely what i meant when i say people don't have souls, only i do.) but my beligerance is earned & well practiced! i have taken pains to hone my malice into a happy-go-lucky feckless bastardery. we will both laugh together at your misfortune! it is my charm. but wikipedia! the internet! the internet might give birth to skynet or wintermute or the major or damballah wedo or some kind of king synthetic intellegence, & then maybe i can be friends with it. so i have to be cool & suave, you know? anyhow though! i have now participated! just a little bit of editing, updating an article on neopets pop culture refrences (the prisoner stuff), & updating a comic book entry on shitty minor antihero anarky (notice the sidebar! & the bit about V!) & bringing it up to code with the wikiproject on comics. see, my memes breed with alan grant's meme (which bred with alan moore's memes), & is diseminated by the wikipedia! IT IS LIKE A BUMBLE BEE!
by the way, everyone i know is a fucking traitor, & i hate you.