The Goblin Bazaar is located in the first room on the second sublevel of my Five Years Left megadungeon. All manner of useful things can be found for sale there, but the prices are exorbitant, and any treasure traded to the goblins does not earn experience points for the players. None the less if they see something they want, it’s best to pounce on it, because each session I generate an entirely new inventory by rolling 3d6 and consulting these tables...
I've been lifting weights lately. As I understand, your goal is to work a given set of muscles until they literally can't go anymore, right?
Which results in a lot of very funny moments where you've just finished doing bench presses or something, and you try to get to your feet, but then you collapse helplessly on the floor because your arms can't support your own weight right now.
A rabbi friend of mine is very fond of saying "The best way for two people to get to know one another is for each to take the other's essays into a private room and read them in solitude."
I could not disagree with him more about that, but it is undeniably a much more comfortable way to process a person's expressed views.
My ethics hot take is that too much breath is spent trying to decide what actions are good and bad and not enough is spent on the problem of becoming the kind of person who does good things. An ethical person, a humane person is not one who knows what's moral but one who reacts morally. Confucius beleived this.
I actually kinda like the practice of fans pulling apart promotional images to search for information about an upcoming property. It's a puzzle with no set solution. A good work out for your brain. The only bummer is that it's all done in service of some capitalist. Half the time the clues lead to nothing. They were only there to promise the audience something without actually making a legally binding promise.
It would be great if someone would produce intricately detailed and meaningful images without tying them to an advertising campaign. Too bad nothing like that exists.
Death, funny, sad.
I just got back from my grandfather's memorial service. This is an exchange that occurred:
Grandmother: "How big is that TV there?"
Me: "Oh...about sixty inches?"
Grandmother: "I want to get one of those now. Frank always said we didn't need one."
(In case it was not obvious, Frank is my dead grandfather.)
What if there was a TV show with a regular cast of ~20 athletic folks. Each episode, they are presented with a different historical sport. Something that is no longer played anywhere in the world. The production team has built an appropriate court for them, and now they have to divide into teams, learn the game, practice the game, and compete against one another.
Like...two weeks ago someone contacted me because the guest on their podcast mentioned me a few times, and they wanted to make sure I was cool with my real name being mentioned. I gave my permission.
Ever since then I've been refreshing their website ever 30 minutes because I'm intensely curious why I would be mentioned. Episode still isn't up tho.
I recently committed to running a fresh campaign, which required I construct a megadungeon from scratch in about two weeks. It was a big job. I was a little worried it was too big to get done in such a short time, but I managed it with days to spare. Some of my players have asked me to explain my methods, and I will endeavor to do so here.
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