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General Discussion / Re: Stranger Things
« on: December 02, 2016, 12:45:08 PM »
Monster ISS felt like Veronica Mars. I don't know what I could even equate Freida's to. Too many fucking emotions and tones, dammit.

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Tabletops and You / Re: A Candypunk Earth?
« on: December 02, 2016, 08:37:36 AM »
Milk Dud-Duds - A banned form of ammunition containing a liquid caramel core that expands on impact, causing massive damage.

Treacle Mines - Supposedly mythical sources of pre-rise confectionary, sealed in barrels and buried for unknown reasons, they're worth a small fortune alone, let alone a whole mine's worth.

Saltwater Taffy & The Fisherman's Friend - Intrepid seafarers and explorers, with their deeds now catalogued in a series of novels and newspaper serials, they were last seen setting sail for the notorious Nougat Triangle for reasons unknown.

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Tabletops and You / Re: A Candypunk Earth?
« on: December 01, 2016, 04:34:31 PM »
Children of the Candy Corn - Terrifying cult of child-like candy golems who ambush unwitting victims and sacrifice them to 'He Who Walks Behind The Counter' inside an ancient temple (actually a human-era candy store)

President William Taffy - You get the idea.

Choq-ille O'Neal - Not proud of this one either.

The Caramel Out Of Space - Something something sticky cosmic horror. Be thankful I didn't go with 'At The Marzipan Mountains Of Madness'.

I'll go.

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General Discussion / Re: American Turkey Day
« on: November 26, 2016, 01:40:39 AM »
Highlight of the day.

Me: "Hey, you brought orange juice, can I have a bit?"
Other person at work: "Gonna be honest. It's mostly vodka in there."
Me: "...okay, but can I still have some?"

It was a stressful time for all involved.

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General Discussion / Re: American Turkey Day
« on: November 25, 2016, 03:45:31 PM »
Spent today working Black Friday, which was a complete ball of ass and dicks.

Currently drinking whiskey, eating pizza and watching a film with my feet soaking on water.

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General Discussion / Re: Secret Annual Gift Exchanger Thing
« on: November 07, 2016, 10:23:23 AM »
Books: Pulp, Horror, Sci-Fi, Comedy
RPGs: Simple, weird stuff, like Dread, Road To Lindisfarne and anything PBTA.
Movies: See Books. Weird/niche movies are always fun. Foreign cinema is also neat.
Videogames: See Books. Also movies. Apart from JRPGS.
Interests: Cooking, writing, art, etc.

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General Discussion / Re: Introduction Thread
« on: November 04, 2016, 03:21:05 AM »
You're not my Dad.
but maybe you could be

Anyway:

Who: I'm Luke. I go by Vinny (a nickname from waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in secondary school) and/or Sabwones when online.
What: Amateur YouTuber, TRPG entheusiast, half-baked modder, reasonable cook, good with most animals. I currently sell expensive stuff to people. Not drugs. I mean, it's probably not drugs, but I don't always check inside the boxes. I mean, come on, what do I look like, border control?
When: Chronologially: 29, Physiologically: 46, Mentally: 15-1,084 (Depending on mood and levels of cantankerousness)
Where: The UK, by way of Brighton. Well, Hove, actually. Alright. Portslade.
Why: Excellent question. Answers on a postcard, please.

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Not sure if this has floated up into anyone's recognition yet, but at some point I'd like to give this game a shot, as, well, you can read for yourself.

It's called 'The Witch Is Dead' and it's a tale of cute woodland creatures seeking bloody revenge on the witch hunter who killed their friend.

Spoiler: show

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Show Discussion / Re: Drunken Quotes thread
« on: October 27, 2016, 05:43:09 AM »
James: 'She had a fiefdom that would not quit, for they would be punished severely if they did.'

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General Discussion / What Are You Watching?
« on: October 21, 2016, 03:57:07 PM »
Right, I was holding off' making a general thread of this, but with Westworld and now Black Mirror hitting my screen at high velocity, I just have to ask:

What are you guys watching? What do you love? Hate? Recommend?

I haven't started this new season of Black Mirror yet, but if you fair American folks haven't seen any of it, I can't recommend it highly enough. It's this generation's Twilight Zone, only more alarmingly prescient and relatable. People comparing 'The Waldo Moment' to the rise of Trump aren't far off the mark.

My personal recommendations would be (in no particular order):

* The National Anthem
* White Bear
* The Waldo Moment
* Be Right Back
* 15,000,000 Merits

They're all self-contained short films, designed for snacking on rather than binging.

Oh, and make sure you have someone nearby to hug and/or talk to after watching. It can get...intense.

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Forum Roleplaying / Re: We are our Avatars
« on: October 20, 2016, 04:20:54 PM »
"Bone myself?" Sab righted himself and rested his arms on the back of the seat, chalkstick fingers drumming the wooden frame. "Well, I do have a designated zone for boning, I suppose. Fair point. D'you think I should sell tickets, or just do the equivalent of an open mic night?"

Emma's explanation made sense. If nobody could work out the 'how' of their imprisonment, then they should be able to start puzzling away at the 'why' of it all. How, though? This place operated on a set of rules, that was clear at least, but understanding those rules was another matter entirely. Let's think again.

"This place is clean, well-stocked and designed to keep the people within relatively safe from harm. So this place is intended to hold, but not to punish. Maybe its ends are still nefarious, but if so, they're subtle enough not to tip their hand too early. So it's either a guest house, a very plush prison, or a trap." He sighed. "I don't like how only one of those is anywhere close to a good thing. Still, all three should have one thing in common." He paused for a moment, then added. "People might want to cover their eyes for a second."

He gripped the chair with both hands, swung it overhead and threw it against a wall. The frame was sturdy and the masonry on the walls was solid, but through leverage, supernatural strength and a generous amount of righteous annoyance, the chair splintered at the joints and sent huge splinters of wood across the far side of the room. The crash reverberated around the lounge, although Sab's counting was still audible, just barely.

"...three mississippi. Four mississippi. Five."

He kicked the ruins of the chair once again and nodded. It remained stalwartly and irrevocably fucked up.

"One thing they all have in common. Caretakers. Let's see if anyone comes to clean up the mess."

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Forum Roleplaying / Re: We are our Avatars
« on: October 20, 2016, 01:39:52 PM »
"My God."

Sab sat up his his chair, swiveled and cried out at Jack.

"She's a nerd! SHE'S A NERD! RUN, JACK! A WILD NER-

At that point, partially out of over-exuberance, partly on purpose, Sab threw his weight forward enough to tip the chair backwards, sending him sprawling onto the floor with a cacophanous crash of bones and cursing.

-bugger!"

Spreadeagled on the ground, he rolled onto his elbows and laughed.

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Forum Roleplaying / Re: We are our Avatars
« on: October 20, 2016, 11:44:10 AM »
Sab thought on it for a moment. It made an odd kind of sense. Confident, but awkward. Acting mature beyond her years. It was possible that she was genuinely gifted. Some kids had it in them to go far, but if they couldn't thicken their skin quick enough, it'd be more of a curse than a blessing. Maybe that explained...well, a few things.

He felt a gentle knotting in his gut that maybe he'd jumped on the easy explanation and missed the mark entirely.

"So a wizard, a skeleton and a scientist get trapped in an endlessly repeating paralell dimension..." he tailed off, "...I don't think I can make that one work."

He shuffled around in his seat and rested on one elbow, now peeking his eye over the rim of his sunglasses at Emma. "So, Dr Emma, d'you have a specialist field, so to speak? Or are you more general?" He gave a mock gasp. "You'd better not be one of those 'mad' scientists I've been hearing about. All bubbling flasks and goggles and Doom Rays and such. Otherwise I'd have to thwart your terrible plans for world domination...and I figure that's not going to play too well on your end-of-year report card."

Sab let out a small rattling cackle, something distinctly non-human, but it descended quickly in a natural, lower laugh.

"I'm mucking with you, lass. But you say you're a scientist - that's interesting. Should come in handy."

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Forum Roleplaying / Re: We are our Avatars
« on: October 20, 2016, 10:48:00 AM »
"That'd be the reasonable assumption." Sab, not turning away from the fireplace, as if it'd somehow vanish if he turned his back on it, reached to his right and felt for the coaster he'd seen placed on the small table beside each of these chairs. It was thick, soft card, the disposable type you normally saw in modern bars. With it in hand, he crept to the fireplace, knelt before it and carefully fed a corner into the cycling flames.

Under his breath, he began to count.

The flames took, crisping and flaking the card apart as the fire burned with a light yellow hue.

Two mississippi.

He counted a third beat, then suddenly, the fire vanished. The coaster remained unblemished in his hand.

Clink.

"I suppose that answers that question." He muttered, standing back up and tossing the coaster back onto the nearest table. "Otherwise everything'd be on fire by now."

Sab flopped back down into his chair. "Patterns. Cycles. Containment." He sighed. "This is starting to feel less like a home and more like a prison."

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Forum Roleplaying / Re: We are our Avatars
« on: October 19, 2016, 04:34:49 PM »
"Fair enough." Sab shrugged. "Honestly, this place...I haven't a clue. If it was trying to kill us, or, I dunno, something malevolent, I could understand that. We'd have something to fight. This, though, it's a glorified waiting room and someone's lost the door. It's more frustrating than dangerous. Somehow, that feels worse."

He sat and contemplated the fire for a while. The coals in the grate radiated heat, flecked with the beginnings of ash. The clink of the grate became the only sound in the room.

Sab listened.

He waited.

He heard it again.

The clink of the grate.

A crackle, maybe something shifting further up the flue, but then, quite distinctly, the clink of the grate expanding as the fire took hold.

One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three mississippi. Fo-

Clink.

"Is..." Sab leant forward, cocking his head, "...is the fire repeating?"

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