dev and mostly ttrpg nonsense

Every time I go out to visit the midwest or mountain west I'm baffled as to how anyone lives in these gigantic flat plains or giant bowl valleys between mountains with no trees to speak of. It's nature's panopticon. You can go inside I guess but that roof can't hide you from God like the woods can. It's gorgeous of course but I'm going back to Mirkwood where I can think my wicked little thoughts in peace, thank you very much.

i feel the same except the complete opposite. the mountains are nice to visit but how does anyone live there? you don’t know what’s hiding in there. peace is endless flat plains, nothing but you and the angel you’re struggling with.

fascinating! enjoy the type of horror that feels like home to you and I will do the same xoxo

ttrpg games are insane and make you insane in ways that are fundamental and irreparable. sometimes the best piece of fiction you will ever experience will happen to you and your friends over two to five years of your life. it will be your work and their work and yet somehow exist between and beyond you all. there will only be like three or five of you in the room and nobody else will ever be able to experience this in the way you did. it will be ephemeral and immediate and it will occasionally make you feel so bad you see hell. fuck. what a concept

I hope my chronicle feels like this to my players because it does feel like this to me :>

One of the best moments of my life was a one-shot in an obscure system with people who are no longer speaking to each other. And that fact drives me kinda nuts. Not only have I peaked, I peaked playing fucking Ah, Dang! Mothman Won't Move Out (He Said It Was Just For The Weekend).

One of the few games I have gotten to enjoy as a player instead of GM/host/guide was also Ah, Dang! Mothman Won’t Move Out (He Said It Was Just For The Weekend); also with people who are no longer speaking to each other. I mostly run games, but now I’m so strongly nostalgia for that one night where we played goofy housemates dealing a quirky Mothman and asshole landlord!

ttrpg games are insane and make you insane in ways that are fundamental and irreparable. sometimes the best piece of fiction you will ever experience will happen to you and your friends over two to five years of your life. it will be your work and their work and yet somehow exist between and beyond you all. there will only be like three or five of you in the room and nobody else will ever be able to experience this in the way you did. it will be ephemeral and immediate and it will occasionally make you feel so bad you see hell. fuck. what a concept

I hope my chronicle feels like this to my players because it does feel like this to me :>

One of the best moments of my life was a one-shot in an obscure system with people who are no longer speaking to each other. And that fact drives me kinda nuts. Not only have I peaked, I peaked playing fucking Ah, Dang! Mothman Won't Move Out (He Said It Was Just For The Weekend).

One of the few games I have gotten to enjoy as a player instead of GM/host/guide was also Ah, Dang! Mothman Won’t Move Out (He Said It Was Just For The Weekend); also with people who are no longer speaking to each other. I run games still, of course, but now I’m so strongly nostalgia for that one night where we played goofy housemates dealing a quirky Mothman and asshole landlord! I played a bigender ginger werewolf who worked as a waiter trying to save up for something like starting an animal rescue or veterinary training :3