Crazy? I was crazy once...

Jun 18, 2006 16:26

Left Behind commentary at Slacktivist? Always interesting. Text adventure humor? Always funny. Two great tastes that taste great together?

Sure, it's a great place name, but my next character in a role playing game is TOTALLY going to be named Arthur Yiffington.

Chang wonders..."What's so great about Owlbears?"

Some more Dogs in the Vineyard humping from me...a quote from their game text:

A DOG’S AUTHORITY

When your character is acting to preserve the faith of a branch, he or she can take whatever steps are necessary, and no one can justly complain. Your character acts on behalf of the King of Life; if anyone has a problem, they can take it up with Him.

Check this out:

Brother Zachary is the worst thing in Brother Joseph’s world. It’s not just that he’s a sinner, it’s that he’s unteachable, unreformable. Too mean and too proud.

Brother Zachary is single-handedly destroying Brother Joseph’s branch. But when Brother Joseph goes to the King of Life for guidance, it’s all: see to his needs, call him to repentance, cultivate him, serve him, help him, show him compassion. That, after all, is Brother Joseph’s job: look after each person in his care. The King of Life tells Brother Joseph what’s best for Brother Zachary. Brother Joseph has invested more time and care and worry in Brother Zachary than in any other single thing in his life.

Your character comes to town. The branch has a septic wound. A thousand resentments, sins waiting to burst free. If you leave it as it is it’ll tear itself to pieces. Brother Joseph’s doing his very best by everyone, but it’s stone clear: Brother Zachary will become too much for him to carry. Brother Joseph will do something terrible, with lots of people caught up in it, and it’ll be bloodshed, sorcery, and damnation.

Your character doesn’t care what’s best for Brother Zachary, he cares what’s best for the branch. You have him drag Brother Zachary out of his house and shoot him in the street.

Brother Joseph comes in a rage. “All my work, all my time, all my investment in Brother Zachary’s salvation! And for what, you kill him!”

“Your job is to heal the wound,” your character says. “My job is to save the body.”

That gives me a little bit of a chub. But then, so does the concept of Banthas in the Vineyard: Dogs played with Jedi. Oh, Vincent Baker, why do you spurn my purchases so?

A customer just told his seven or eight year old kid that I have a belt, and not to climb on things, unless he "wanted a piece of me."

I could have taken him, I bet.

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