Moe Lane's Blog, page 757
March 10, 2021
03/10/21 Snippet, PIGEON.
Another character!
Patreon!Step one was finding a partner, preferably one who was what we in my profession call a ‘shield.’ Shields need to have several virtues, like: large, tough, and gullible. Some would add ‘dumb,’ but you should avoid the truly stupid ones. When a shield dies, the person using him as one typically dies a few moments later. No, you definitely want one smart enough to stay alive.
But you don’t want a sage, either. Fortunately, I knew just the guy for the job… “Hey, Bub!” I said cheerfully as I poked my head into the stables behind the Oasis. “Got a job for ya.”
Bub looked down at me. Not because he didn’t like me, but because he’s two yards tall and pretty damn wide. His face furrowed. “You pay me for the last one, Zed?” he rumbled. I had, but I didn’t remind him of that. Bub would remember in a moment, and he hated it when humans showed off their mental agility.
Last days of the DIFFERENT TROUBLE Kickstarter!
Greg Stolze’s DIFFERENT TROUBLE is a science fiction TTRPG supplement to TERMINATION SHOCK, which is itself a science fiction TTRPG (obviously) that aims to get playable realistic aliens and AIs, among other things. It’s a fun setting and I hear the game itself is fun to play; I’ve backed it. Greg’s just having the Kickstarter go down to the wire, that’s all.
03/10/21 Snippet, DUNGEON CLEANING.
Excitement!
Patreon!First things first; getting this damn carriage under control — no, wait, already covered. Alonzo had jammed the ‘jutting spike’ part of his dwarven army ax into the floor. It ripped up a couple of inches of carpet before the point caught in the wood underneath, but it did catch — and now he was half-sliding, half-hopping down to the front box. I’d rather his hands on the reins than whatever air-daemon they had installed for stuff like this.
So. Alonzo, good. Marta? Marta was jammed up against one of the bolted-on chairs and quickly shoving on sticky-feet. So, good. Silverlie and Jik-Yik were checking each other’s safety leashes and trying not to bounce too much. Good enough. And Evelyn? She had somehow managed to wedge herself upright — if ‘upright’ even meant anything, at the moment, and was waiting, crossbow in hand. That was not good, because it meant she’d be a target as soon as we straightened out. And me? I was planning to be even worse off than Evelyn, in a moment.
Tweet of the Day, This Is What Living Your Best Life Looks Like edition.
Just passing time with the pachyderms.
Wild elephants splash and play in man's pool during up close and personal encounter pic.twitter.com/wLaCtFSM2C
— The Sun (@TheSun) March 10, 2021
Via @BrianFaughnan.
March 9, 2021
THE HOWLING TIME DRAWS NEAR.
I had forgotten the onrushing horror.
Brood X cicadas are about to put on one of the wildest shows in nature. And D.C. is the main stage. https://t.co/YIpyG03dTz
— The Washington Post (@washingtonpost) March 9, 2021
Time for the song!
Just finished DAGGERS IN DARKNESS.
I’ve already read DAGGERS IN DARKNESS, obviously; but I wanted to see if any of my suggestions were entertained. At least one was! That’s a good feeling.
Tweet of the Day, COCAINE BEAR MOVIE edition.
I will so watch a movie about Cocaine Bear.
Elizabeth Banks to direct bear-centric thriller COCAINE BEAR for Universal.
— Screen Queens (@screenqueenz) March 9, 2021
The film is based on true events from 1985; a 175-pound bear accidentally consumed over 70 ponds of cocaine that was dropped it from a plane by a smuggler.
The exact details of the film are under wraps. pic.twitter.com/kpcvyMnsL9
H/T: @SonnyBunch, who… may not know of Cocaine Bear?
03/09/21 Snippet, PIGEON.
Continuing!
Patreon!And since I was feeling so fine, I decided to indulge myself with another drink at the bar. I typically don’t, since saloons are places where I work; but I was off early, wasn’t I? And it was pleasant to stand there with my beer, and hear all the critters around me. There was Big Man Grey and his friends, all amiably looking over a crowd they couldn’t quite understand; and the mice and lizards under the floorboards and in the attics, with their bright little flickers of thought. I even fancied I could ‘hear’ the little droning death-cries of all the fleas and lice as they passed under the bug charm Mrs. Annie had insisted be put up over the main doors. The Oasis was the cleanest tavern in Gnome’s Folly, and by all the gods it would stay that way.
And then I heard a thought that wasn’t clean at all. Clear as day, too: I’m gonna enjoy killing that son of a bitch later tonight. And, just like that: the night was no longer fine.
