This isn’t as random as it might seem.
1) It was once a prompt for a creative writing class that caused surprisingly heated arguments, debates, and even a few protestations of It’s not fair!
2) It’s currently asked here--full disclosure--because I’m acting as a story editor for a novel, and...
Retro Reports are top-notch bite-sized documentaries about whatever subject they present. Didn't know about this one.
EDIT: The Husband just told me I had to have known about it, since I suggested we watch it a couple of years ago. Damn brain. Am I gonna have to stab you with a pencil again!?
From my recent reading:
So that's how they came to--hey, wait a minute! How dare the fun guys call our space rock a massive compost heap!? No wonder they think they run this place...
In my opinion, if you bring into your game truly Lovecraftian critters that can actually be harmed...
I think it's out of print, but we found it for about $30 used. The only criticism I have of it is... maps are too small and there's not enough OF THEM!!
Sorry. Didn't mean to shout there. :shade:
The book more than serves its purpose.
Map geek fulfillment: check.
Historical detail geek fulfillment: check.
Useful for niche rpg geeks: check.
Evict kitty from her rainbow blanket to get this photo without light glare: check. (shhhh! you'll get fed in a minute!)
Tracing paper to hand-copy & overlay some maps for specific purpose...
Based on my long-attached nickname, I would be an Undercover Omelette. From my given name, I'd be a Kentucky Crock-Pot. I think one is for the afternoon picnic and the other is obviously morning sex. :shock:
There is, of course, a ToC scenario set just after his death about Jack Parsons and the Thelemites of California that features characters who are a somewhat known and a not-yet-known SF writers named Bob and Phil. Bob and Phil being, of course, Heinlein and Dick. Along with Ginny Heinlein and...
I like this metaphor. Especially because I don't drink Pepsi, Coke, nor any of the Jolty Colas.
My use of OBS is like having a friend treat at a dive bar and, seeing there's no decent liquor, I have a rum and peokolt to be social.
Would love to help. But I will say her castle was undoubtedly in better shape when she lived there than the ruins that remained! :grin:
I hear it's been tourist-ified in more recent years. It was a Cthulvian campaign just getting to it!
In what may count as a Bathory adventure, twenty years ago this Day of the Dead, I camped out overnight at her castle ruins in Slovakia. I think the phrase cold as a witch's tit may be appropriately applied here. It was far more fun to have done it than when I was doing it.
One person's garbage is another person's art. Works the other way, too. There is no correct nor incorrect position except what is agreed upon. Rules might have been made to be broken, but agreements are not.
Although I feel with the folks who both do and don't like transgressing the normative...