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When I was young, the future was shining world that joyfully awaited the day it could bestow its grandeurs upon me. The coming future was nothing but promise and potential, promised to me by my ignorance of the real world and what it requires to succeed in it… namely hard-work, playing the ‘game’ and a prodigious amount of luck. I miss my childhood tremendously. And, like the slow realization of tepid bathwater, I slowly begin to see what life for what it really is. HP Lovecraft was right: Ignorance is bliss and the idiots, the ignorant and the stupid that make up the bulk of this world know this and embrace it without the faintest spark of thought or realization.
I’ve never been especially good at lying to myself. I know that I’ve tried to. I tried to believe in all sorts of things that I thought would bring some sense of meaning or peace to my existence… I could never force myself to actually have blind faith in anything. I let myself think of any and every topic without constraint or censure no matter how sad, sick, strange or potentially harmful. Before long, it was irreversible; I could no longer delude myself into happiness. That said, I have deluded others into thinking that I have deluded myself, but it is merely a form of social or familial lubrication or perhaps simply a defense mechanism. At this point, I’m not sure which it is or that it even matters. I am now in a war of attrition against reality. Like a nihilist in a hopeless romantic’s body I struggle to find a reason to continue. At one time, I thought that I had found it. I had let myself believe. Now, only a sliver, a frayed bit of sinew, of hope remains for me to find what I’m looking for. I do not want much… simply to be able to make a living doing what I enjoy and have some recognition of my existence in the culture in which I spend the bulk of my time.
And, of course, to find someone who truly matches me. I still believe in Omnia Vincit Amore although I know that I shouldn’t.
Of all the successes in the world, they all seem to have a single commonality: the lucky break. No “self-made man” ever truly did it on his own. SOMEONE had to buy his product or invest into his idea or give him a shot. That is what I’m lacking. A shot. A chance. A lucky break to get myself out there. If I were a factory worker, this would, of course, be a non-issue. Just having health insurance would give me all that I required to plant my flag, get my fat wife to have some babies and live that way until death. That’s not what is going to happen to me. I’m a creative person, not a worker. And I KNOW that this saddens and disappoints certain people close to me. “get a job with good pay and you’re okay”… but, that’s just not enough for me. Sure, I can live on that, all of my basic needs will be met, but will never be happy or fulfilled.
So, happy birthday to me. Born: October 17th, 1978. Died: ??? …Lived? hm.
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I want one.
Collin wants one.
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What’s that you say? You want me to write up the Zamberians next? well, okay!
*blinks and looks around the empty room*
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“Rapidshot” the Orc Hunter was standing completely alone near a hill near Southshore… i saw him from a distance, noticed that he was close to my level, “/wave”‘d at him and got no response. I tried waving again. After a third wave i just walked up to him. he hadn’t even flinched. Must be AFK for a sec. so i stood there. i wanted him to know that i could have murdered him where he stood but didn’t.
Finally, he twitched and turned to face me. I guess he glanced at his log and saw that i had been trying to communicate with him (instead of hack him into pieces with my exceedingly large two-handed sword) because he simply bowed at me and started to run off with his pet in tow. I bowed respectfully and went on my way.
The best part is, not 10 minutes earlier i was in a small warband that was skirmishing with a Horde raiding party coming out of Tarren Mill. I didn’t recognize his name, but he was probably in the battle as some point.
PvP when called for, fun and fair. And, I have yet to be seriously ganked (or griefed).
I’m glad i chose Emerald Dream as my home Realm.
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I work outta da home.
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The Aragonian Race page has been updated with new info and re-formatted! Please feel free to check it out. Don’t forget that the racial stats are at the end!
In related news, look like the focusing mirrors/lenses that ring Drackenport would actually work!
Who misses WarCraft II? I know I do.
For those of you who can’t play all of the newest games, here’s a really good demonstration of their graphics and how they compare to each other.
…and last but not least.. the Leeroy at the end of the Universe.
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I always knew that the Cleric was the best class in D&D! Now i have the proof!!
1. In D&D, class and race are crucial elements that define a character’s role in the party and his place in the world. It’s no coincidence that they’re among the most important game mechanics for developers to understand.
a) What is the most powerful class in the Player’s Handbook, and why is it the most powerful?
Mike Mearls: The cleric is the most powerful class. Aside from its mechanical advantages – its access to divine spells, ability to wear heavy armor, average base attack, turning/rebuking undead, and two good saves – the cleric’s role within the party is perhaps the most vital to the players’ success. The cleric is responsible for keeping the other players active with its ability to heal. While magic items can cover this gap, most items that a party can afford don’t provide enough healing on a round-to-round basis. The person playing the cleric can exert a lot of control over the party’s decisions. For example, during a battle, the cleric moves away from the monsters and announces that if anyone wants healing, they have to move back to his position. The players must follow the cleric if they want their characters to survive.
While the cleric is the strongest class, I would argue that it is not unbalanced. Its abilities are fundamentally passive – they remove conditions rather than inflict them. The cleric needs to be powerful in order to attract players to the role. I think the cleric illustrates that mechanics must sometimes be judged according to criteria other than pure mathematical analysis.
Ha! Vindication! From a developer!
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They’re selling original D&D art! I’D KILL to have one of those pieces.
*begins rumaging around couch for loose change*
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I have a new favorite Super-Hero!!
Captain Capitalism!
Today, he explores why certain words are vulgar!
‘Like, Mr. Cheney’s name is “Dick”; You can CALL him “Dick”, just don’t call him A “Dick”.’
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I have squashed some HTML bugs in the Races pages. I have also updated the Aragonian page. I am going through the process of formatting all of the Races pages to look like the Race entries in the D&D Player’s HandBook for ease of use.
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The Bible: what is it good for?
The Roman Catholic Church has instructed the faithful that some parts of the Bible are not actually true, and that they should not expect ‘total accuracy’ in Scripture. What do you look for when you read the Bible? Do you swear by it?
See? Not even Christians believe all of the bullshit in the bible!
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The Defiled Race page has been updated again, now with the actual Monster Class Levels!
I’m wanting some feedback on what everyone in the NewGen campaign wants for thier character’s future. Does anyone already have any plans for the characters? Anything you’d like to explore or things to accomplish?
Feel free to post comments here or use the NewGen Forum.
I promise that this next adventure won’t feel like a Shane Star Trek:TNG adventure. No, really.
Collin, i haven’t forgotten about you. Here’s a little hot Autobot action.
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It’s hard to believe that it has been a year since last I DMed a D&D adventure. Its strange how long AND how short in time it feels since then.
Seeing my friends around the gaming table again is almost enough to get me choked up. “Cowboy up, son, cowboy up”, i had to tell myself .
I’m fond of saying that writing is my passion in life.. this is not entirely true. Imagining and creating are what I truly desire and crave. The writing is merely the means to convey the ideas in my head to other people. If i can entertain and bring my friends closer together with this form of writing, more the better. D&D to me is almost the perfect vehicle for my imagination. I get write, draw and create characters, unravel plots and even act a part. it’s like all of the liberal arts thrown together (with a bit of gambling/dice-throwing mixed in for good measure).
I want everyone to know that there is much work to be done and that i am commited to updating the NewGen site with content as soon as i get it presentable. All i can ask is that my players bare with me as I tweak rules and refine my game as we play.
EDIT: …as promised, here is the intro page for the Defiled!
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Here are a few more AWA pics!
B33j getting artsy-fartsy.
B33j in profile at breakfast.
B33j Face! (Apparently he’s been hitting the Arrakis Spice a bit hard recently)
Moloth Face! (Christ! you could show a drive-in movie on my forehead…)
…and something to cleanse your palette after seeing my head:
Some random high-beaming hottie. I don’t know who she dressed as, nor do i truly care.
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That’s right… the Official New Genesis Campaign has begun!
Our four widly different heroes have just returned to the metropolis of Terra from their expedition into the long abandoned mines of the Dwarves that were lost during the Darkness almost 500 years ago.
Lux, the displaced Defiled, was instrumental in the destruction of a Ghoul that threatened to eat the party alive
Tristan Bain, the Human Scout, brought his bravado and temper (not to mention his quad-iron longrifle) to bear on the horrors that still existed in the darkness.
Sulfuricsive (”Sive” for short), the young Noble Zamberian, kept the balance of the party and dispatched its enemies with both tooth and claw.
Coyotepaw GrellKiller (”Bones” for short), the Golden Gnome Spirit Shaman, did his best to keep the party together, both physically with healing magic and spiritually with peacekeeping between the uncovered Defiled and the hot-blooded Human.
Now that they have faced some of the ancient horrors that lie beneath the surface of the world, where will their paths take them?
Only time will tell.
…and the next time you see a squamous horror from beyond space and time, get the FUCK OUTTA THERE.
Preferably on one of these.
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