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The player scrapbooks forum is literally a place for writers to warm-up, brainstorm, keep little scraps of notes, or just post things to encourage themselves and each other. Each player can feel free to create their own thread - one per account - and use them accordingly.
Strangers with candy. Welcome to my home. May I get you a drink?
I swore to myself I wouldn't do this...
Vital Statistics
DoB: 18 July 1980 [old]
Sign: Cancer [but it gets oh so much more complicated than that...]
Sex: Yes, please! [code for male]
Status: It's complicated [being in a relationship always is]
Nationality: American Mutt [Polish, Italian, Irish, English, Scottish, German, French Basque, Cherokee, Mexican, Chumash]
Location: The Dirty South, USA
Likes: Your mother, cold weather, art, ambiguity, travel, linguistics, talking on the phone while ninja pooping, deliberately upsetting Gossamer, Legion's cooking.
Dislikes: Ignorance, bad grammar, being wrong, entitlement (that isn't mine), discourtesy, razor burn, insomnia.
Rules
Post At Will
No flames;
No spam;
Share things you think I'll enjoy;
When in doubt, PM.
My first topic...
This was an interesting article about storytelling with regard to gaming, and I am always pushing myself to be more of a sandbox artist. Also, when people come to me with an idea, I always try to say yes whenever possible. Often amendments are necessary, but rather than a flat out no, I like to offer ways that things could work with some tweaking. The only time I've had to flat out no someone in Mizahar was if I didn't have the time to give good story or they obviously hadn't read the requisite Lore.
Please, please, please read the Denval and other associated lores before coming to me with ideas. I put a lot of effort into them and I am happy to clarify, but not so happy repeating myself ad nauseum. I have to refer back to the lore articles all the time to make sure that I upset Gossamer on purpose rather than out of ignorance. The fireworks are more fun when expected!
All right, in the words of the infamous, notorious, clearly disreputable Legion, "Luceo non oro" but this candle needs to be blown out!
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"There's a place that I go that nobody knows where the rivers flow. And I call it home. And there's no more lies. And the darkness is light. And nobody cries. There's only butterflies."
And guess what motto fits Denval like a broken bottle of degtine?
Praesto et presto!
This is a bad, bad sign. Really, really bad. Next you know, some god will take a piss on the doorstep of the Chapterhouse and after that I cannot be held responsible.
Harry Potter, always there with some encouraging words. Sorry, had to post something snarky before I went to bed I was going to post something on fire just to be a smart ass because you said no flaming but... I'll save my smart assery for some other time.
"I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs. Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue." -Ryan Ross .
So the weird thing about you playing a horror game based in Louisiana is that I actually live in Louisiana. Just saying.
Anyway, so since you posted the lyrics to Book Of Right-On (which is one of my favorite songs by Joanna<3), I thought I might share this really super adorable video of Joanna when she forgets the words to Sawdust and Diamonds on stage. It's seriously so cute, I flail and fan-girl every time I see it.
Idk, I think it's probably the cutest thing ever. Yap. Okay bye. :3
Sarah, shh. I'm totally going to be Cedric Diggory for Halloween. My MFA commencement gown could totally pass for Hufflepuff colors!
Harper, I will not talk about how many versions of some of her songs I have watched on YouTube over the years. But my favorite remains:
Bury this bone to gnaw on it later Gnawing on the telephone And 'til then we pray and suspend The notion that these lives do never end And all day long we talk about mercy Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty Down in in the ditch where I nearly served you Up in the clouds where he almost heard you And all that we built and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'Til the silence crept over me...
Okay, must stop now or I'll get weepy. I closed a game down with Sadie. Different game.
And this is not my tune, but it's mine to use And the sea birds where the fear once grew Will flock with a fury and they will bury What had come for you...
Ahhhh!
My werewolf lived in the swamp without power or plumbing and married a zydeco-singing girl. And used to work on Avery Island because I also heart Neutral Milk Hotel with mouth. And... yes.
Parce-que... "Si toi tu chasses une place comme paradis, On a ici un beau pays dans la Louisiane."
And... and... and...
I want to post "Round Up" by Michael Doucet, but apparently I'd have to buy it again, when I know I have it around here somewhere. That is all.