Stuff
I started a game on Sluggy. It's a tactical RPG, or at least that's what I hope it will be. I'm making it up from scratch, or really, assembling it from the portions of various cool things I like. The system is from Fallout, the world from Dies The Fire by Stirling, and the rest from various daydreams about the world ending I often indulge in.
I am a little worried as my stories tend to be a little dark. Well, a lot dark, and the boards are PG13. I'll have to insinuate, hint and PM, which may make the story better as I have to come up with roundabout ways to tell what I want. Perhaps. I am quite excited about it, but it's going to be a shiteload of work. Tomorrow's my day off, and I plan on working on it then.
I wanted 4 to 6 people and had nine apply which was cool. I was torn on one person, but I just didn't think I could handle more players. Arrrgh.
In other news, I love my girlfriend.
My shoe disintegrated yesterday. I usually wear one pair of shoes until they break, and those shoes are usually boots. However, when my folks visited, they bought me a pair of tennis shoes. They are very easy to put on and take off, and they are comfortable so I've been wearing them to work every day. Yesterday, the rubber on the side of my shoe peeled off in a huge chunk. As I walked the rubber chunk would flap around like a demented one winged duck. That is, if said duck was black, made of canvas and rubber, and had my foot shoved up its ass. I taped that bugger down, but it was dead, not even tape could save the wounded waterfowl that was my shoe. So now I wear my boots again.
This morning, while I was putting on said boots, the lobotomized corporate drone of a shoelace snapped. I was already running behind because I had stopped to post on the boards. So I cursed it (It's descendants will weep at the potency of my curses for generations) and jury-rigged it into a complex psudo-tied state until I could restring my shoe at work.
I believe I have posted enough. After such a dry spell, it's probably not too good to glut yourselves on my brilliant gibberish.
I am a little worried as my stories tend to be a little dark. Well, a lot dark, and the boards are PG13. I'll have to insinuate, hint and PM, which may make the story better as I have to come up with roundabout ways to tell what I want. Perhaps. I am quite excited about it, but it's going to be a shiteload of work. Tomorrow's my day off, and I plan on working on it then.
I wanted 4 to 6 people and had nine apply which was cool. I was torn on one person, but I just didn't think I could handle more players. Arrrgh.
In other news, I love my girlfriend.
My shoe disintegrated yesterday. I usually wear one pair of shoes until they break, and those shoes are usually boots. However, when my folks visited, they bought me a pair of tennis shoes. They are very easy to put on and take off, and they are comfortable so I've been wearing them to work every day. Yesterday, the rubber on the side of my shoe peeled off in a huge chunk. As I walked the rubber chunk would flap around like a demented one winged duck. That is, if said duck was black, made of canvas and rubber, and had my foot shoved up its ass. I taped that bugger down, but it was dead, not even tape could save the wounded waterfowl that was my shoe. So now I wear my boots again.
This morning, while I was putting on said boots, the lobotomized corporate drone of a shoelace snapped. I was already running behind because I had stopped to post on the boards. So I cursed it (It's descendants will weep at the potency of my curses for generations) and jury-rigged it into a complex psudo-tied state until I could restring my shoe at work.
I believe I have posted enough. After such a dry spell, it's probably not too good to glut yourselves on my brilliant gibberish.