Hohn-hohn-HO! Bon Temps, mes amis! Jay-Sweeze Mee-sewer Renault Poisson-Fromage le Coq-Petit, from Cul d'un Chien! I like, eh, how-you-say, to be smart-air than you -- non? Wee-wee!
I have l'strongth du 8, l'dex-stair-ee-tee du twell-ve (12), Cohn-stee-too-shown l'9, Intelli-SHAWNCE l'15, oh-hohn-hohn! Et Widdome du 16, et l' char-EEESM-uh d'8! Obviously.
Ah have-uh les deux hit p-waaaints. Aaaaaaaaand everyone hates me already.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
This Is My Character for Jeff's "Halfling Stew" Game
Saturday, July 30, 2011
How I Spent My Saturday Afternoon
With a hex grid, a copy of TSR's World Builder's Guidebook, a portable drawing board, Troll Lord Games' Book of Extraordinary Names, a set of Prismacolor pens, an Ames lettering guide, a T-square, some dice, a drafting triangle, pencils and some masking tape. Oh, and five hours.
All of which I used to make this:
Of course I'm not satisfied with it!!
All of which I used to make this:
Of course I'm not satisfied with it!!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Respite via Microscope
To you, O brethren and cistern, who came to me with words of commiseration and hope in my day of pain -- thank you one and all, you princes and princessesses of the blogomosphere. You guys rock.
So last Tuesday (last week) my buddy Art brought over Microscope again, along with his 7-year-old daughter. We unleashed his kid and my kid unto the wilderlands of her bedroom; while those two played, Art, my wife, Art's buddy Russel and I set about an exercise I've long yearned to do:
Re-writing the Star Wars prequel-era history, and cleaning up George's mess.
So how'd we do? You tell me. I tried typing up a summary but screw that, here are the notes.
Man, this was some fun. It was cathartic in a variety of ways -- it gave me the gamer interaction that I craved, it let me mix it up creatively, and I got to slap the prequels right in their ugly mouth and say, "THIS is how you do it, ya dumb bastards!"
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...aaaaahh. MORE GAME!!!!!!!!
So last Tuesday (last week) my buddy Art brought over Microscope again, along with his 7-year-old daughter. We unleashed his kid and my kid unto the wilderlands of her bedroom; while those two played, Art, my wife, Art's buddy Russel and I set about an exercise I've long yearned to do:
Re-writing the Star Wars prequel-era history, and cleaning up George's mess.
So how'd we do? You tell me. I tried typing up a summary but screw that, here are the notes.
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| Click for jaw-dropping abreaction. |
Man, this was some fun. It was cathartic in a variety of ways -- it gave me the gamer interaction that I craved, it let me mix it up creatively, and I got to slap the prequels right in their ugly mouth and say, "THIS is how you do it, ya dumb bastards!"
...
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...aaaaahh. MORE GAME!!!!!!!!
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Rotwang! Is An Angry, Embittered Man (WARNING: INCLUDES PATHOS)
Yesterday while washing dishes, I listened to an episode of The D6 Generation Podcast (which is not about the D6 System, as it turns out). It was interesting enough, and kind of informative too.
Mostly, I found it depressing.
It's not because of anything that's wrong about the podcast itself, but rather because of what I heard in it -- and the questions it made me ask myself.
I heard these guys talking about all the games they've been playing --tabletop RPGs, minis games, board games...talkin' about the minis they're painting, the games going on at their FLGS, the cons they've been to or are going to, the terrain they're building...
...and first, I thought: Where do they find the time? Don't they have jobs, families? Of COURSE they have jobs and families. So where do they find the time?!
That was not what bugged me. What bugged me was the very next thought that followed it:
Why don't I have that?! Why can't I have that luxury?
Yes, a luxury. To me, such a thing is a luxury. I don't have a fancy car; I don't care. I don't have a huge paycheck every week; I'd like it if it were bigger, so I could pay off some bills and have some walking-around money, but I'm doing OK. I don't have a yacht, a mistress, a race horse, a big HDTV, a...freaking...I dunno, a solid gold burro. I don't want those things. Those aren't things that would make me happy (not even the mistress OR the burro). I actually want very little in life -- I'm remarkably easy to keep happy, and at that, with very few and comparatively small things.
I can't find the time or opportunity for gaming. Oh, I have some friends coming over on Tuesday to play Microscope, but that's a rarity. It's hard to get my friends together for gaming, what with people's schedules and such. I'm about 15 minutes away from the games store, but I don't feel comfortable there -- and gas is expensive. I live in a fairly populous area; I'm not in the middle of nowhere, in fact I live in a golf resort/condominium kind of place, with about 33,600 people living in it -- but I'll be damned if I have any way of finding any gamers in the place. Life is commute, work, commute, come home.
If I get to game for more than a few hours every two months or so, it's a bonanza.
I try to vent this stuff by making it kinda funny, like this. But the truth is that it's seriously dragging down my quality of life.
Is this adulthood? Really?
Mostly, I found it depressing.
It's not because of anything that's wrong about the podcast itself, but rather because of what I heard in it -- and the questions it made me ask myself.
I heard these guys talking about all the games they've been playing --tabletop RPGs, minis games, board games...talkin' about the minis they're painting, the games going on at their FLGS, the cons they've been to or are going to, the terrain they're building...
...and first, I thought: Where do they find the time? Don't they have jobs, families? Of COURSE they have jobs and families. So where do they find the time?!
That was not what bugged me. What bugged me was the very next thought that followed it:
Why don't I have that?! Why can't I have that luxury?
Yes, a luxury. To me, such a thing is a luxury. I don't have a fancy car; I don't care. I don't have a huge paycheck every week; I'd like it if it were bigger, so I could pay off some bills and have some walking-around money, but I'm doing OK. I don't have a yacht, a mistress, a race horse, a big HDTV, a...freaking...I dunno, a solid gold burro. I don't want those things. Those aren't things that would make me happy (not even the mistress OR the burro). I actually want very little in life -- I'm remarkably easy to keep happy, and at that, with very few and comparatively small things.
I can't find the time or opportunity for gaming. Oh, I have some friends coming over on Tuesday to play Microscope, but that's a rarity. It's hard to get my friends together for gaming, what with people's schedules and such. I'm about 15 minutes away from the games store, but I don't feel comfortable there -- and gas is expensive. I live in a fairly populous area; I'm not in the middle of nowhere, in fact I live in a golf resort/condominium kind of place, with about 33,600 people living in it -- but I'll be damned if I have any way of finding any gamers in the place. Life is commute, work, commute, come home.
If I get to game for more than a few hours every two months or so, it's a bonanza.
I try to vent this stuff by making it kinda funny, like this. But the truth is that it's seriously dragging down my quality of life.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
I Got A New Scanner Today.
Actually it's a printer/scanner/copier. I installed it and started checking it out -- you know, how do ya load paper for printing a double-sided character sheet, like that.
Then, of course, I had to check its scanner interface, so I grabbed something to scan. Dig it:
I don't think I've ever read this comic. I'm not even sure how I got it! Anyway, there ya go. Bit o' history.
Then, of course, I had to check its scanner interface, so I grabbed something to scan. Dig it:
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| They're eating her shirt. |
I don't think I've ever read this comic. I'm not even sure how I got it! Anyway, there ya go. Bit o' history.
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