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March 12, 2021
Tweet of the Day, Release The Tolkien Hordes! edition.
First words out of my wife’s mouth: Yeah, but when did they release The Hobbit in America?
“i read the hobbit in 1937” HELP pic.twitter.com/8A2j04awAd
— alex (@loventhunders) March 12, 2021
Via @calvinjluther, who does not approve of this japery.
Moe Lane
PS: 1938.
PPS: I don’t care, the line’s still hysterical. God, but those two entertainingly hate each other.
Running an In Nomine Game tomorrow!
Huzzah. Spent a day or so writing up a couple of In Nomine characters (Servitors of Dreams) for the two people who haven’t really played this game yet. Putting it up here because, hey, In Nomine stuff. Besides, this way it’s handy cross-platform.
Servitors-of-Dreams-Google-DocsDownloadJust ordered: Justice Wing: Plan, Prototype, Produce, Perfect.
Justice Wing: Plan, Prototype, Produce, Perfect is Eric Burns-White’s first print novel, I believe. It’s a superhero tale based on his previous work (you can find a bunch of it here), and Eric is an old friend. I mean, like twenty, twenty-five years at this point? He’s a good dude, a good writer, and one of the few people I consider automatically reliable about the In Nomine* TTRPG. That last probably means nothing to you, but it does to me. So, obviously, I’ve already ordered the book.
Moe Lane
*There’s maybe ten people on the planet who make that list, and I have one of the slots on it.
In the E-Mail: CHALK.
Got pitched N.R. LaPoint’s CHALK as being a combo of Lovecraft and girl’s school; and, yeah, that’s gonna be worth a look. So far, no actual cosmic horror — but the heroine has been disarticulating shoggoths with a magical chainsaw, which is itself fine on its own. Also, the cover is pretty cool.
March 11, 2021
The WORSHIP Kickstarter.
I think WORSHIP looks awful and gruesome, in a very endearing way. Roguelike cultist building. I can’t play it around the kids, but I suspect this is one I’ll play.
03/11/21 Snippet, DUNGEON CLEANING.
Zombies!
Patreon!Yeah, things. Three of them. They looked like somebody took a dragonfly, blew it up to about human size, killed it, and then reanimated it with galvanic wires and corrupted knowledge. Necromancy on the semi-cheap; not as long-lasting as your classic undead, but good for a one-shot when you didn’t care about being subtle.
There was a rotting ruby — don’t ask how they get it to rot — centered in each monster’s forehead; more galvanic necromancy. Sort of like a lightning jar, only for necromantic energy. The critters looked fairly alert, too, which was the worst part. I remember when a galvanized zombie was barely able to shamble. Now we got zombieflies. Isn’t progress grand?
03/11/21 Snippet, PIGEON.
Drinks!
Patreon!Bub doesn’t drink when shielding and I don’t drink when there’s a crazy werewolf on the loose, so I ordered two sasparillas. As the barkeep brought ‘em over, sparing me a sneer only because Bub was looking at him, I muttered, “And I need to talk to Mrs. Annie. It’s important.”
“It’s always important,” the barkeep said. “What’s it worth to you?”
I gave him a look. “Fine. Go get Blue Sally, then.”
The barkeep smirked “That’ll just cost you a little bit less.”.
“Or it’ll cost me nothing when I tell Bub here to get her attention, neighbor.” I gave him a smile with no give in it at all. “I’ll bet Sal’s gonna love it if I tell her you’re shaking down people trying to do her a favor. Especially if I’ve gotten a fat lip in the process.” That stopped him; and I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll take some lumps for a talk with her. You’ll take more for getting in the way of it. So go get Sal!”
