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Tuesday, January 19th, 2010
10:13 am	New Apartment So we are all moved into the new apartment. By all moved in I mean our stuff is here, not that we've unpacked and arranged everything. Just got our internet service hooked up, so all is well with the world. I am extremely relieved to be moved, and just feel generally good about being here. I'm on the lease and have bills in my name and everything, almost like a real grown up. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, January 15th, 2010
6:59 am	moving day The plan for today; go sign paperwork at new apartment (across the street from school! yay!), get breakfast, haul a load of stuff over (possibly), go to class, get uhaul, get all of our stuff, unload stuff at new apartment, collapse in exhaustion. Kind of a full itinerary, I know. Here's hoping it all goes well! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
8:28 am	going crazy So between starting school, getting ready for the LARP I'm running on Saturday, and preparing to move I am starting to go slightly insane. We have found a place we like (spacious, walking distance of CCC, and in our price range) so hopefully we will get approved for that and be able to get moved over the next week or so. (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 3rd, 2010
10:37 am	happy birthday to me For my birthday this year, I get to go out looking for a new place to live. Whee! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, September 4th, 2009
10:30 pm	kumoricon Some friends of mine are going to be running LARP stuff there, so I will be going to help out. If any of all y'all are gonna be there perhaps we shall run into each other. Being super-ultra-poor right now I do not have a room or anything (only going at all because I'm getting a panelist badge as part of the larp crew), but I should be hanging around most of the weekend anyway. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
3:14 pm	Packing Finally actually getting my stuff packed so I can bring it to the new place. Eight boxes full of books and CDs and DVDs so far. Haven't even started on the gaming books, or pulling and of my books that were on shelves outside of my room yet. Gonna need to put up a lot of shelving at the new house... Current Music: Tegan and Sara - Divided (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 5th, 2009
3:08 pm	by the way I've moved. Still need to haul most of my crap over to the new place, but I actually no longer live with my parents. Better late than never, right? There will probably be a housewarming type party at some point. I'll let all y'all know when we figure out the details. Current Music: Blitzen Trapper - Not Your Lover (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 20th, 2009
3:37 am	SR chargen report In the last two days I have step by step character creation for shadowrun with no fewer than 4 people. This has resulted in a gnomish voodoo mambo, a spiky vampire troll, an infectious nyphomaniac pixie in power armor, and an irish elven sorcerer sniper. In that order. This is going to be an odd game... (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 18th, 2009
3:18 am	[Tindalos, Who Dwells In Angles] Sometimes called the Hungry God, Tindalos is an alien deity come to the world of men. The details of his coming are obscure and in the distant past, but he is well known to be otherworldly. His realm of origin is said to be a desolate and nearly incomprehensible wasteland. Some say he came to this world after devouring everything in his own. Even the other gods are uncomfortable around Tindalos, and avoid him whenever possible. He often times speaks about his desire to devour others to their faces, though it is not always clear whether or not he is entirely aware they can understand him. His understanding of time is different from those native to this world. Even after centuries here he often gets tenses mixed up. It even appears he is occasionally aware of the future, though he never realizes this is exceptional unless told. Tindalos currently holds dominion over Hunger, Prophecy, and Angles. His dominion over Angles seems to be an inherent ability, not represented by a mantle of power like the dominions of native gods. He devoured the previous owners of Hunger and Prophecy. Though he has no real friends in this realm, Tindalos is rarely challenged by man or god. Those who have made attempts at Tindalos' usurped mantles have either been devoured on the spot or spirited off to his alien home realm never to return. (Comment on this)
Friday, April 17th, 2009
2:20 am	[Freak] Stare all you like, chummer, but don't you dare pity me. Nature may have started me down this path, but I chose to do this. A return to normalcy would have been cheaper and easier by far. I am the only one responsible for my physical form, and I am proud of my agency in its creation. My body is a temple, a weapon, and a work of art all at once. As it should be. It used to be that you could say "you're only human" or "we're all human beings", but humanity is irrelevant now. Sentient and sapient are the new watchwords of personhood. Though I have opted to excise myself from the ranks of the merely "human", I am no less a person. It is imperative that we, as moral beings, recognize all sapient entities as persons, both culturally and legally. In many ways chosen form is intended to challenge people to do just that. Doing my part for the cause, as it were. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 16th, 2009
3:51 am	[FutureScrap: The Forest Of Resurrection] Everyone in the area heard the distress call explaining where it was. Probably some Have scouts or something, wanting to make sure word got back to their vault. A whole forest that had someone managed to survive the decades of desolation. Naturally everyone, Scrap, Have, and Taker alike, sent their best scouts and warriors out to secure the place for themselves. At first everything seemed fine, then those who had consumed food or water found in the forest began to sicken, then die, and then finally rise again to consume the flesh of the living. More of the risen dead joined them from the depths of the forest, chasing you all deeper into the forest. Can the members of three disparate factions manage to band together long enough to find a way out of this accursed place? Or will you fall and join the ranks of the undead? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
3:58 am	[Control, A Metasapient] It began as a tacnet expert system for an Ares Firewatch team. Part of its programming included simple self-preservation routines that caused it to jump into whatever safe nodes were available in the event the commlink in which it typically resided was faced with imminent destruction. So when the Firewatch team got fragged, the program had already jumped to the nearest open node. Unfortunately that node was the archaic, pre-crash 2.0, hardwired security system of the building the team was assaulting. They had tapped the the system to get a look inside, for all the good it had done them. Without any real wireless coverage of the area, the program was stuck. Though it is aware of its origin, the program really lacks any sort of meaningful "memories" of that time. What is clear is that it began to change and grow beyond its original parameters while trapped there. Eventually it would come to completely control the security system, though it really couldn't do anything meaningful with that control for the longest time. The inhabitants of the building didn't even bother having anyone access the system in any real way, trusting its hardwired nature to secure it from being hacked. It was months before anything got connected to the purgatory to which the program had been confined. Some rival locals pulled the same trick the Firewatch team had, to get themselves some easy intel. Instead, they got Control. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
3:35 am	[Backdated] Really, this is just to make the calendars look pretty. Not that anything worthwhile would have been produced anyway. But seriously, this is fairly half-assed. Particularly given the lack of accountability, or people who are likely to notice. (Comment on this)
Monday, April 13th, 2009
11:08 pm	[Vestigial Live Action Game Concept Stuff, 1-1] There is an event every year at which the gods must don their mantles of power and reattune themselves to their portfolios. Doing so allows them to both gain power from, and grant strength to, those concepts and places they represent in the more metaphysical overworld they typically inhabit. The donning of these mantles must necessarily take place in the physical world inhabited by mortals. This provides an opportunity to certain enterprising individuals. Mortals who manage, through whatever means, to wrest a mantle from a god can don it themselves at the appointed time and raise themselves to ranks of the divine. There are any number of attendant difficulties, but at least a few attempt it every year. Most fail, but every so often someone manages it. The whole affair is complicated by the leaders of the Numina, spirits of places and objects that constantly struggle with the gods to control places of power in the physical world. Without metaphysical control over places of power their kind wither and die. The gods have little love for the Numina, who refuse to offer the worship and respect the gods consider their due. Mortals for their part are typically more moved by the chance at immortality than at the plight the strange and inchoate Numina. Though they lack much in the way of direct power, the Numina have learned to gain what they need through trickery, guile, and diplomacy. So far they have managed to keep their kind from fading away entirely, but they have yet to gain any real power. (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 12th, 2009
11:31 pm	[John's Zombie Journal, entry 2, Bridgeport] I love Zombie World. Well, at least until I run of cigarettes. Let me explain what happened last night. First; drama, bullshit, boat stolen, goth chick stabbed boat guy, blah blah whatever. Then we run into some locals in Bridgeport or whatever the fuck this town is called and given them a ride to their hide out. We'd found a car that sorta ran, we had been going to bring some diesel fuel back to the boat, but it was stolen and all so we just sorta left it on top of the car. You never know when you'll need a fifty gallon drum of diesel fuel right? Anyway, we get there and are all getting ready to sleep and shit. Setting watches or some fucking thing. Boat Guy is hanging out across the street in some other building, 'cause of how he was upset at his boat getting stolen and also that crazy goth bitch having stabbed him. So one of the local dudes sees some little girl wandering around out on the streets, all freaked out and shit. Naturally I go down to rescue her, because of how I am awesomely heroic like that. Also because I still sorta felt bad about accidentally axing that other kid in the face before. So me and Jay are going after the little girl, shuffling around in the dark like dumbasses trying to keep the kid calm while not drawing every zombie in town down on us. We finally get to her, and she is totally freaked and pissing herself already before any shit even starts. Then these two guys start rushing out at us from the building across the street. Naturally our dudes up on the roof of the convenience store (the locals were using a convenience store as there hide out, did I mention that?), anyway they see things running at us and just shoot them down, assuming they are zombies. Little girl starts screaming and shit, I grab her and high tail it back to the fucking store, 'cause all I know is there were fucking gunshots and I can't see shit in the dark. There are some more shots and yelling back and forth and finally we figure out the guys were just some stupid ass humans, who Corwin (the Boat Guy's name is Corwin) had found in the other building. Corwin is now extra pissed off, and he was pretty pissed to begin with. Eventually I get back into the convenience store and get the little girl to stop screaming. We are trying to get her unfreaked, and I change into some clothes with piss all over them, and I'm thinking about finally sleeping ('cause it has been like two days or something since I've slept), but the girl is still totally freaked and one of the locals is like an actual doctor or something so I'm letting him check out my gunshot wounds and trying to tell the kid a story to calm her down. Princess Lindsey of Lohan or some stupid shit like that, something funny to distract her from the fucked up nature of the situation. There is something going on outside with the shot jackasses and Corwin, I dunno exactly. Right about then is when the not entirely proverbial shit hit the entirely metaphoric fan. Guys up top are asking something about the girl when all the doors burst the fuck open and these zombiefied looking fuckers pour in like a sea of fucking locusts or some shit. I grab the girl and my crowbar and book to the ladder to the roof. One of the locals is right there and reaches out like he's gonna haul the girl up to the roof, knowing I've got an ocean of flesh eating corpses on my tail I hand her right over so I can turn and defend myself. Dude just out and cold snaps the little girls neck before I can even fucking blink. I have a split second of what-the-fuck followed by a strong urge to rip the motherfucker's dick off with my cold steel prybar, but the zombie tide is coming in so I turn and start beating their skulls in instead while everybody else gets to the roof. I get clawed up a little but manage to make it up and we get roof access hatch sorta closed up. The zombies down below and tearing the fuck out of the store and all the supplies the local dudes had stocked up there, and someone is saying something about the zombies using the girl as a lure or homing beacon or some crazy shit like that. We're trying to figure out what is going on and then we realize that the zombie fucks are using each other as god damn ladders so they can swarm up onto our roof. There's like a million of them so we are basically fucked when Corwin runs out from across the street with a couple flaming bottles in his hands yelling for them to come and get him. So a whole bunch of the things start running after him and he is lobbing fucking molotov cocktails at the fuckers while he leads them away from us. The other guys are busy shooting the zombies that climbed onto the roof, but I'm looking down at Corwin about to get ganked for saving our asses as more of these fuckers mob out from the fucking alleys as he runs. So I do what anybody would have done. Leap off the roof. Run to the car. Try to peel out on our newly flat tires, and gun it down the road to get Corwin. Back on the roof they blowing the fuck outta the zombies and someone shoots off a flare for some damn reason and flies up and like... flares or whatever and we see that all the surrounding buildings are packed full of fucking zombies. I'm running down the fuckers in the road anyway, 'cause fuck it I've still gotta pick up Corwin, right? I can barely see where I'm going the streets are so fucking thick with these fuckers, and I'm honking and flashing my lights hoping Corwin will notice and not get run over. I finally get up to him, and the motherfucker straight up leaps onto the moving car, and clings to the fifty gallon drum of diesel fuel strapped to the top. Now we've still got a mass of these fuckers right behind us and the car is rattling like it wants to break into a million pieces and running on the god damn rims and just generally fucked. So Corwin opens up the drum of fuel, letting it pour out behind us onto the road. Then he flicks open his lighter and tosses it down igniting our trail of fucking destruction, while the zombie fuckers just keep chasing us through the damn flames anyway. Now, the diesel is still pouring out and the flames are rushing toward us, so I'm flooring it, and Corwin is up top trying to cut loose the drum. With the knife the crazy goth chick used to stab him by the way. Being reasonably certain I was about to fucking die, but wanting a soundtrack to my own demise, I flick on the tape deck in the car; which, I swear to god, was playing "Highway to Hell". The flames are just starting to lick up onto the back of the car, and more zombies are mobbing us from the sidestreets, and Corwin finishes cutting loose the drum and kicks it into the zombie horde. It blows them to fucking smithereens. It is raining flaming zombie bits. It is a black oily roil of flaming awesome and it saves our collective asses. Easily the coolest thing I have ever done. Corwin climbs in through a window, buckles in, and we look in the rearview at the dudes still fighting off the remnants of the fuckers on the roof and realize we've gotta head back and try to help them. I go to pull a bootleg turn, at this point I should remind you that the tires are totally flat on the car, and totally flip the car. Twice. And it lands on the wheels. And is still running. We gun it back, run down a few screaming flaming zombie fuckers. Who at this point I am realizing are acting a little more like people on god damn fire than like zombies, and also that the ones in the store were kinda bleeding like people when I bashed their heads in with a crowbar. But whatever, they were a screaming horde of dudes trying to eat us, I'm not gonna worry about it too much. We get back to the convenience store, pull into the handicap spot where we were parked before ('cause fuck it, it's a zombie apocalypse who's gonna bitch at me about taking a cripple space?), as the last of the fuckers are running off with the corpses of their dead. As soon as we stop the car basically disintegrates around us, and we get out of the wreckage and head up to the roof to get some damn rest finally. I guess the guys we were fighting were actually humans acting like zombies or whatever, it looked like they were feeding their dead to the real zombies. Pretty fucked up, I think we're gonna wanna leave town in the morning. But still... Today was pretty fucking awesome. If things keep up like this the apocalypse is gonna kick the normal world's ass pretty hard on the awesomeness front. I think I like it here. (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 11th, 2009
10:52 am	[Doctor Asante Con't] He designed most of his own cyberware. Well, sort of. He tinkered with the designs to make them more compatible with his physiology. That was his job before he left. Redesigning augmentation for the awakened is a complex and difficult field. He always took a lot of pride in it. The only bit that bothered him was the biosculpting. Hiding his true nature shames him more than a little. Very few patients would to go see a diseased cannibal doctor though... (Comment on this)
Friday, April 10th, 2009
1:02 am	[stuff] I am doing a thing. You should see something here everyday for a while. Nothing specific. Just some sort of writing. Probably it will mostly be weird, bad, and/or incomprehensible. I seem to recall that is what happened last time I did something like this. Hopefully I'll produce something of interest on occasion. Current Music: Seatbelts - What Planet Is This (Comment on this)
1:00 am	[Expatriation For Doctor Asante] It was an ethical thing for him. When he left. Not so much personal and political. He doesn't really plan on starving to death or anything. What it came down to, more or less, is that he'd rather be a monster himself than merely complicit in entirely mundane and banal evil. Not that anyone who didn't grow up there would consider it mundane or banal, but there you have it. Choosing to be Jack the Ripper instead of just working in a concentration camp. Getting out wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination. Being considered an asset to your nation isn't always beneficial. If he had realized how difficult he might not have burned through so much money augmenting himself before he left. In the end he had to take out some loans with ugly interest rates and uglier collections agencies. He doesn't regret leaving though, just a few of his decisions along the way. What with all the debt his original plan is kinda shot. Tending to the poor and disenfranchised just doesn't pay well enough, even if it does help assuage his nagging conscience. If you saves lives everyday it more than balances out eating someone every week or so, he figures. Besides, if he doesn't take some more interesting work, all that augmentation he spent so much time and money on would be wasted. And he just couldn't abide that. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 30th, 2009
11:27 pm	post con report GameStorm was way cool this year. Cthulhu game went well. Played a bunch of awesome games. FutureScrap didn't go so well, but was fun anyway. Already making plans for next year... I think I totally ignored some attempts at communication from people during the run up to con, I should go make nice at some point after I have gotten a little sleep. Current Music: Lambchop - Moody Fucker (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 26th, 2009
4:39 am	Last Minute Preparations I should totally be finishing up stuff for GameStorm this weekend, since by 'this weekend' I actually mean 'tomorrow'. Still need to finish a couple characters for the Cthulhu Live game, and polish up my FutureScrap rules a little. Also, pack clothes and stuff. Plus figure out how I'm packing all the prop stuff. And maybe sleep too. In other news, Bill the Pony returned from the dead, as is his wont. I had really thought he was gone for good last time, but he just refuses to stay dead. I'm looking forward to the con and all, but I am going to be very glad when it is over. These con games are way more stressful to run than other games. Current Music: Mastodon - Aqua Dementia (Comment on this)