Weird Science
Oooghh... Woke up with hair like a mad scientist, and it feels like something is clawing the back of my throat. A question for my faithful readers: Is it wrong to alleviate boredom by posting personal ads online saying you're looking for a toaster? Shit, all I want is some nicely browned toast, is that too much to ask for in a woman?
In other news, I'm supposed to be writing an adventure for a big game I have coming up. The system is Unknown Armies, and I'm going to be setting it in a yuppie enclave type apartment complex. Some themes I'm thinking of messing with: isolation even while living in an apartment building with 50 other people, false sense of security, emptiness of the daily grind, and scary shit that wants to kill you. Even though I've thought about the game a lot, I'm probably not going to write an adventure, just let the game kind of flow, with the players determining the progression of the adventure, like a "choose your own adventure" movie on acid.
Oh yeah, I've been reading this comic called Y: The Last Man. The premise is that some kind of plague kills every male on earth (including animals) except this kid called Yorrick and a mischievous helper monkey. It's pretty awesome.
A few final notes: I was riding the train north on Monday, watching a con artist run a shell game. The guy playing the shell game kept guessing correctly, which was really pissing the con artist off. So when the train reached Lennox station, and the player got the correct shell for the third time, the con artist made a quick business decision and stabbed the guy, took his money, and ran. In conclusion: Don't Play Shell Games.
In other news, I'm supposed to be writing an adventure for a big game I have coming up. The system is Unknown Armies, and I'm going to be setting it in a yuppie enclave type apartment complex. Some themes I'm thinking of messing with: isolation even while living in an apartment building with 50 other people, false sense of security, emptiness of the daily grind, and scary shit that wants to kill you. Even though I've thought about the game a lot, I'm probably not going to write an adventure, just let the game kind of flow, with the players determining the progression of the adventure, like a "choose your own adventure" movie on acid.
Oh yeah, I've been reading this comic called Y: The Last Man. The premise is that some kind of plague kills every male on earth (including animals) except this kid called Yorrick and a mischievous helper monkey. It's pretty awesome.
A few final notes: I was riding the train north on Monday, watching a con artist run a shell game. The guy playing the shell game kept guessing correctly, which was really pissing the con artist off. So when the train reached Lennox station, and the player got the correct shell for the third time, the con artist made a quick business decision and stabbed the guy, took his money, and ran. In conclusion: Don't Play Shell Games.
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