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D&D Challenge Day 4: Favorite Game World
Dark Sun. First box set. Dark Sun is a magic blasted wasteland. Harsh desert environments. Wizards drawing power from plants, and destroying if they pull too much too fast. Immortal sorcerer kings ruling the seven city-states. One dragon, great and powerful. Secretly, all the sorcerer kings are trying to become dragons themselves. Psionics for ( Read more... ) -
D&D Challenge Day 3: Favorite PC Class
Again, a toss-up on favorite class. I'm very fond of rangers, although that's dating back to the AD&D version, with each edition liked a little less (although a rebound with 4E, where I made one who took all powers as minor actions and interupts, because the standard action was dedicated to twin strike ( Read more... ) -
D&D Challenge Day 2: Favorite PC race
This is a tough one for me. Sure, I've always liked elves (and I thought drow were cool before Drizzt was a thing). With 4th edition, I took a shine to dragonborn and tieflings, for different reasons (and my first two characters under that system were of those races). I also dig warforged, once my initial feelings on Eberron (robots in D&D? wtf?) ( Read more... ) -
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Hey, it's me. Not too late, right? I'm sorry, I should think before I call. Well, I do think and then I call, I'm just not thinking about the time ( Read more... ) -
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Needless to say, Valentine's Day always gave me fits as a kid. Give out 25 cards stating “Be Mine”, and you knew that maybe only one counted and the rest open for interpretation. And of course 25 cards were given back and you could spend the day deciphering the meaning. Did Bobby really think I was sweet? Did Sarah really want to kiss me? ( Read more... ) -
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Halloween. What a shitty holiday. Masks and costumes. Put on a face and pretend you're something you're not. I call that Monday. It seemed so easy for everyone else. Put on a crown and you were a princess, grab some pom-poms and you became a cheerleader. But I was doing it every day. Putting on a face as I walked out the door, trying to find the ( Read more... ) -
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Greetings from Loss-of-Identity Land.
Population, one. Maybe.
The flag looks like a faded memory, seen out of the corner of your eye.
National past times. Moping. Fretting. Deleting voicemails before they're sent.
Currency... Fortune cookies.
National anthem. Something depressing. But I'm straining the metaphor.
I have a hard time letting things go. I ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes, I think I'm happy.
It happens. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it. It feels like a trap, setting me up for a fall. Falling for two feet is nothing. Falling from two stories up... flying. Well, that's a rougher landing.
I'm writing again. Not poetry. Just the present. The past... I've re-written my past as I've shared it with others, but ( Read more... )
