Am I wrong to be pissed that White Wolf will stop shipping (as well as selling on their website) World of Darkness books on April 30th?
Sure, it creates a rush to snatch them all up before they’re gone. But, screw that. I can’t afford even all of the Time of Judgement books that I want.
I recently informed that every other Friday will not work for the TKD-going crowd.
Since I work on the weekends, every other Sunday would have to be from 7 PM until 11:30 PM, because I don’t get off of work until 6, and like you guys, need to be at work the next day.
In fact, since I spend my days off (Wednesday and Thursday) in Lansing, the time of the game is pretty much locked in a 7 PM to 11:30 PM slot. With you guys working god-awful early hours, and me already involved in a game on Saturday night, Friday was the only night that I could come up with.
Is this still feasible?
Those that played in my short Mage game – check your email.
According to the Great Lakes regional page for the Cam LARP network, they’re looking for an ARST Kindred.
So…
goddamn…
tempting…
So, is it wrong to use a cheese character’s influences? Someone has totally cheesed their way into getting their character maxed out. Ridiculous amounts of influences. Well, this is the opinion of the ST. I haven’t personally verified this. Anyway, this character has offered help in gaining posession of a closed-down club that has special meaning to my character.
Now, the Cam is rife with cheezedom and abuse of the system. I’m torn because if I take advantage of the cheeze to accomplish my character’s goal, I’ll feel like I’m encouraging that kind of behavior. However, me not taking advantage of it isn’t going to stop it. Also, my character sees the other as an elder that recognizes his intelligence.
As such, in his paranoid world, he would take advantage of her offer, and see how much he can get away with.
Thanks to orders form the Prince, the aforementioned Malkavian did not participate in an assault on Sabbat Detroit. Well, due to that and the fact that none of the venue (genre, goddamnit!) crossover approvals went through in time. Not even proxy approvals. That’s what you get for rash planning of events. The next OU game is going to be interesting, for sure. If I can get my arse down there.
Oh well. My mage is way more central to the Fortress plot than my Malkie is to the Cam plot.
Gaming, gaming, blah blah blah.
I’ve just revisited high-school intellectual arrogance. It wasn’t a pretty sight. There’s a good reason I abandoned that attitude. I feel ugly after I get sucked into that sort of thing. I have a hard time admitting that the points I’m arguing aren’t valid or that I was unjustified in making the remarks that I made.
Somehow I can seperate the rudeness from the things I’ve said, which doesn’t make a whole lot of initial sense. Not that it could be my pride in the ideas that I’m trying to convey. Not that it could be my pride in my skils of communicating ideas. Not at all.
I can’t help but think, after reading over and commenting in my last few posts, a few things:
– I’m disappointed in the lack of positive response.
– My gut reaction about those that would flee the country is to call them cowards.
– I am amazed at the importance this has for me.
An 80’s television sitting in the darkness. UHF and VHF dials. Static on the screen. Eshshshshshshsh sound. The staic flows away as scenes from the Transformers movie rise from the television. The scenes are choppy and disembodied, as if thought and movement are difficult. Starscream picks a broken Megatron up and pushes him out of the airlock of AstroTrain.
However, it is not Megatron’s voice that speaks, it is the voice of Ishmael, strained and desperate: “…. I still function ….”
The scenes are swallowed by the static; the TV fades into the darkness.
-From the mind of Ishmael, Voice of the Broken Mirror in Lansing (MI-004)
Cho Cho is dropping the Fortress Werewolf game to take up the Lansing and Flint Cam Werewolf games.
I’ve finally decided to run that mage game. Five players. It will end at the end of the story arc. I’m sending out the first round of invitation emails today. Then I’ll probably run a Vamp game. Those are the two most requested of me.
I am getting close to finishing Crossroads of Twilight. So goddamn frustrated. GO SOMEWHERE with your plots already!!
Sudafed is good, but I still feel stuffy and now all medicine-head-y.
More dreams of military battles. This time, with betrayal.
Oh, dear gods, at what cost, fame? His poem had been so much of exactly what the art fag had wanted. One hundred and ten per cent.
Brutal, biting, vicious words contrasted at every turn with a mockery of kindness and love. Fluid motions grated against stasis. Exactly what was sought after was lost, leaving an act of bestowing an eternity as empty, hollow, and undeserving as Joshua felt. They had loved it, and they had loved him.
They had hated Lord Welcomb. They had mocked him and stripped him of the status that was oh-so-prized in this bloody society. Lord Welcomb had been visibly agitated, a feat never before accomplished in the “polite” society of the Kindred. And that’s all that had happened in public.
It would take over a week for his body to heal from the beating he had received. And Joshua was quite good at healing. It was, at least, something to take his mind off of his punishment. That would take much, much longer to heal. Exile from London. Exile! He was sent to the American Colonies in 2000, to a city that had just been claimed in war. As a state capitol, this built-on-swampland poor excuse for a city was supposedly strategically important. He was being sent to meet ancillae representatives from the other families. They would pick a leader, and hold the city.
The place was going to be a bloody shit-hole, and he knew it.