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Mind Flayer's Snack Time

A blog for discussion of game issues, design, and anything that might interest me at the time.

  1. Getting ready for the storm

    Last night while sleeping I had a dream, no not like that Luther King character, more like Stephen King.

    On the TV, I saw the newscaster talk about how Jersey Shore was deserted. The entire cast had walked out into the ocean during this "Storm of the Century" never to be seen again. A single incoherent word written with self-tanning lotion like blood spattered on a wall "CROATOAN"

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  2. The stuff right in front of you

    When the answer is simply staring at you

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    When it comes to game rules, I'm an incorrigible tinkerer. I like to figure out why some game rule might have been designed in a particular way and how modifying it, or eliminating it can make my game play better. By better I mean more in tune with what I like in a game.

    I've been going at this for a while which is good. It makes me aware of my biases and preferences. I like games ...

    Updated 05-13-2011 at 12:48 PM by D'karr

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  3. Dude, where's my craft? (Part 2)

    Almost imperceptibly, Orugan hammered the metal with a gentle caress. The strokes varied in intensity depending on where he hit. His muttered breath still rang with the strange utterances of magic. He started to notice that parts of the metal where changing color and he placed the blade back in the fire, shifting it from side to side. It was at these times when he sprinkled iridescent powders over the metal and the fire. Flames leapt and sparkled, it was as if he was channeling the forces ...
  4. Dude, where's my craft? (Part 1)

    The early morning crowing of the rooster was interrupted by the sharp hammering Orugan was performing on his anvil. The brightly colored metal released sparks with each successive strike as Orugan kept a feverish rhythm like none other. He had been at it for countless hours. As the thick sweat accumulated along his brow it would drip on the heated metal and sizzle like fat over burning embers. All along, beneath his breath, he muttered the arcane words of power. The arcane energies would bend ...

    Updated 12-31-2010 at 06:36 PM by D'karr

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