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Sorry. Real world stuff.

Nothing bad! Eldest is graduating from high school. Like, in a couple of weeks. There’s a lot of stuff going on with that, right now. …Also, I could stand a little organized downtime.

Is there, like, a best practices for Reddit?

Yes, I know, but apparently Reddit’s got good ad conversion rates. Getting a presence there might have drive sales, especially now that I’m unquestionably participating in the RPG space. I suppose I need a subreddit for the Fermi Resolution?

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PS: I also need to do more, or even just something, with the Discord.

PPS: Sales are very bad, actually – while at the same time being excellent, because apparently I have conservation of merchandising going on. It is difficult to describe just how frustrating this is. Is it too much to ask that I have a month where online book sales and in-person sales and the Patreon membership and RPG sales are all going well? Just as a baseline, maybe?

‘Steal My Sunshine.’

I heard from somewhere that they used the money the studio gave them for the music video to go on a beach vacation, then made the video using footage from it. …The heck of it is, that ended up working out for everybody.

Steal My Sunshine, Len

#commissionearned

Long day, productive day…

…but still a long day. I need to sleep in Saturday, for once. The arts festival isn’t until Sunday, so that’s all right, then.

The latest THE BOLD MARAUDER section is up!

You can find it here. By the way, it’s kind of busy around here right now. My eldest is graduating from high school, you see, because he is a legal adult and everything and we are trying to coordinate stuff over the next two weeks. If I seem distracted, it’s because of that. Well, that and the fact that my eldest son is a legal adult. This just sneaks up on you, you know what I mean?

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Tweet of the Day, There’s A Fine Line Between YouTube Contests And Sadism… edition.

…and this one goes beyond sadism, and is now hovering around the level of ‘war crime.’ To answer the question: I would not last one day. I would not last one hour. I would not do this at all.

How long could you last in a room with 100 chickens if you were given 10k for each day? pic.twitter.com/CyDrAZlmTF

— Dudes Posting Their W’s (@DudespostingWs) May 16, 2025

Via @HungarianFalcon.

The add-ons for the Fermi Resolution Worldbook Backerkit have been mailed!

The books have been signed, packed, and dropped off at the post office. If you ordered them as part of your add-ons for the Fermi Resolution Worldbook Backerkit, and if you filled out your survey AND provided a valid credit card, you should be getting your copies soon. If you have not done either of the latter two, you should probably fix that.

If you just want to buy any of the books now, they’re available on Amazon.

Enjoy!

#commissionearned

05/14/2025 Snippet, BANSHEE BEACH.

Digging! It’ll be relevant at some point, I swear!

…

“The spirit life around here is weird,” Lucas offered. He laughed when I started. “What? It shocks you that I noticed?”

“A little,” I admitted. “You don’t bring it up, much.”

“I’m an elf hanging out in a city with a Dominion ambassador, Tom. I’m an Adventurer, not actively suicidal.”

“And yet,” I pointed out as we kept digging through the sand, “you hang out in a city with a Dominion ambassador. You sure you don’t hear the void calling your name, man? Maybe whispering sweet nothings in your ear?”

That earned me a bark of laughter from him. “Ha! Fair. Nah, I’m doing protective camouflage. If you had mages in New California” —

“Which we do not,” I interjected.

— “Obviously. But if you did, they’d be big, powerful, and loud. Loud enough that I don’t have to worry more than usual.” Lucas shook his head. “Shoot, you kept me out of the last thing, with the guy, in that place. The new ambassador doesn’t even know my name. I figure I’ll have plenty of warning, by the time she’s ready to work her way down to me.”

Fortunately, Lucas couldn’t see me biting my lip.

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05/14/2025 Snippet, CALL OF THE MOON-BEASTS.

How to not blow your SAN check!

…

It took about five minutes for everyone to recover, or recover enough. Lillian managed it first, probably from sheer force of will. Emi and Wilcox didn’t so much stop wheezing as they forgot to, their eyes identically wide and a touch wild at this new, inexplicable room. As for Abbie… she was still coughing, and staring at the floor. She was staring at the floor hard. That was bad.

She didn’t react when Tobias put one arm around her shoulders, either. That was worse. “Don’t think about it, Major,” he told her. “It’s here, that’s all. The air is here, the room is here, the wet is here, the warmth is here. There is a reason for it all, and you could figure it out, but you have better things to do. So you do not have to think about it.” He shook her a little. “Where is the air, Major?”

He repeated it before she responded. “Here, sir.”

“Yes. And were is the room?”

“Here.” Was that a little bit more animation in her voice?

“Right. And the wet, the warmth?”

“Here.” She took a breath. “It’s all here. We all know it’s here. I’m not imagining it. You’re feeling it, too.”

“Exactly. So you’re not crazy, Major! And if you’re not crazy, and all of this is real, then… what?”

“Then I don’t have to think about it.” She finally looked up, and around. “It’s only something that’s happening. That’s all it is.”

05/14/2025 Snippet, TOM VARGAS AND THE CASE OF THE MEDDLING PRIEST.

Aftermath!

…

Mike showed up with a couple of cops in tow just as I was going through the third mook’s pockets, not to mention the motions. The first two hadn’t even a wallet filled with untraceable cash and/or an unflatteringly accurate picture of me. I was sure the third one would be similarly unburdened with clues, and lo! I was correct. I hate it when they’re inconsiderate like that.

“Watch out for that guy!” I yelled at the cops. “He was chewing a raisin.” They backed off as soon as they heard, and I didn’t blame them at all.

Mike frowned, though. “What’s a raisin?” he asked me, as sotto voce as a orc can manage.

“Alchemical junk,” I told him. “Short for Raising Cain. They say the recipe comes from Unholy Toledo. Chew it, you feel ten feet tall and fast as a cat. Right up to the point where you hit the wall, and maybe die.” Mike looked over, and I rolled my eyes. “Okay, not a literal wall. It’s not safe, though. You got any enemies that’d use it to get rid of you?”

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