Clarke is all that stands between bad and disaster, and some hothead isn't gonna listen to him.
Well - I certainly didn't think part of this "bad guy" plan was in silencing the drug dealer who knew where a bunch of the bodies were buried. One would think him NOT divulging information during his trial as part of a plea would prove his loyalty? Of course I'm assuming he's been tried. This could have been pre-trial custody.
Now we get to wait for the other-other shoe to drop.
Other-other shoe? Do Pierson's Puppeteers wear shoes? Is a Larry Niven reference something that fits here? Who knows?
Fucking Holland.
King? No Elizabeth in Triverse! A shame. In the real world I think she doesn't get enough credit for basically being a woman of peace and acceptance. Not many rulers would simply wish a colony territory well if it chose to disengage from the Crown. Sure, she had flaws, and we can debate on the relevance of royalty in modern England, but, for my money, she was a good Queen.
Yes, a good DM/GM is a master storyteller. A gifted one helps their PLAYERS become master storytellers. I'll be flexing my GM muscles next weekend at a con. Should be fun.
Waaay back in 89 or 90...and it's now bugging me I don't remember the year, I was at a con and sat down at a pickup game in open gaming run by some dude, Chuck Harris, I didn't know. The game was run on an AD&D framework (this was before 3.5 got OGL'd as "d20"). The PCs were the players themselves, as they were when they sat at the table. He took us into Hell, and we had escape.
At one point we were offered a game against a demon. One couid bet something important and valuable in exchange for something important and valuable. I happened to go last of the party.
The other players all bet things like their bank accounts vs really big gun. By the time it got to me I'd seen the demon seemed to be good to its word, so I bet... But mine was different.
I bet my sense of humor. My prize, enlightenment, discretion, and wisdom.
Chuck didn't even blink.
The mini game was "best of three." At the 1-1 mark I asked the party to sing the theme from the quiz show Jeopardy. "It's the last joke I may ever enjoy." I won the final toss.
Chuck interpreted my prize as a massive Stat boost on my Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. Three 19s. I get to be superhuman.
When Chuck DID blink is when I started building a flamethrower and pulled the parts from my bag. Memory does not retain why 17ish Mike had rubber tubing, a mini tool kit, a zippo lighter, and a can of WD-40 at a game con.
After the game - I ended up recruited by the Illuminati who still wouldn't tell me who REALLY killed JFK - once the other players left Chuck and his GF, Barbara, invited me to join them in their room for late night food. While I was impressed at how Chuck handled my abstract, philosophical betting, he was impressed that I'd given him something interesting to adjudicate, AND that I'd kept the group focused enough to get all but two members of the party out of Hell (I did most of the "battle planning").
We were friends from that day until his personal demons finally beat him and he took his own life in 2008.
Chuck was a brilliant actor (we took classes together, and I directed him in multiple shows), a gifted GM, and a great writer. I still have some of his stories.
Cooler heads prevail, for now...
Clarke is all that stands between bad and disaster, and some hothead isn't gonna listen to him.
Well - I certainly didn't think part of this "bad guy" plan was in silencing the drug dealer who knew where a bunch of the bodies were buried. One would think him NOT divulging information during his trial as part of a plea would prove his loyalty? Of course I'm assuming he's been tried. This could have been pre-trial custody.
Now we get to wait for the other-other shoe to drop.
Other-other shoe? Do Pierson's Puppeteers wear shoes? Is a Larry Niven reference something that fits here? Who knows?
Fucking Holland.
King? No Elizabeth in Triverse! A shame. In the real world I think she doesn't get enough credit for basically being a woman of peace and acceptance. Not many rulers would simply wish a colony territory well if it chose to disengage from the Crown. Sure, she had flaws, and we can debate on the relevance of royalty in modern England, but, for my money, she was a good Queen.
Yes, a good DM/GM is a master storyteller. A gifted one helps their PLAYERS become master storytellers. I'll be flexing my GM muscles next weekend at a con. Should be fun.
Waaay back in 89 or 90...and it's now bugging me I don't remember the year, I was at a con and sat down at a pickup game in open gaming run by some dude, Chuck Harris, I didn't know. The game was run on an AD&D framework (this was before 3.5 got OGL'd as "d20"). The PCs were the players themselves, as they were when they sat at the table. He took us into Hell, and we had escape.
At one point we were offered a game against a demon. One couid bet something important and valuable in exchange for something important and valuable. I happened to go last of the party.
The other players all bet things like their bank accounts vs really big gun. By the time it got to me I'd seen the demon seemed to be good to its word, so I bet... But mine was different.
I bet my sense of humor. My prize, enlightenment, discretion, and wisdom.
Chuck didn't even blink.
The mini game was "best of three." At the 1-1 mark I asked the party to sing the theme from the quiz show Jeopardy. "It's the last joke I may ever enjoy." I won the final toss.
Chuck interpreted my prize as a massive Stat boost on my Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. Three 19s. I get to be superhuman.
When Chuck DID blink is when I started building a flamethrower and pulled the parts from my bag. Memory does not retain why 17ish Mike had rubber tubing, a mini tool kit, a zippo lighter, and a can of WD-40 at a game con.
After the game - I ended up recruited by the Illuminati who still wouldn't tell me who REALLY killed JFK - once the other players left Chuck and his GF, Barbara, invited me to join them in their room for late night food. While I was impressed at how Chuck handled my abstract, philosophical betting, he was impressed that I'd given him something interesting to adjudicate, AND that I'd kept the group focused enough to get all but two members of the party out of Hell (I did most of the "battle planning").
We were friends from that day until his personal demons finally beat him and he took his own life in 2008.
Chuck was a brilliant actor (we took classes together, and I directed him in multiple shows), a gifted GM, and a great writer. I still have some of his stories.
I miss that guy.
That was a fun read!
Thanks Simon!
Nessus, maybe? It's been a while since I read those books, maybe up for a reread soon.