*Note: This clogpost is based solely on what I know of Nick’s character after our brief interaction. In it, I make all manner of presumptions — and if I am entirely wrong, please know that this was just a writing exercise. :)

There were times that Nick Chase was not entirely sure his life was heading in the right direction.

Times like this, when he found himself sitting in the abandoned basement of the Kluczynski Federal Building with only a spastic fluorescent fixture to remind him that life, indeed, carried on. Somewhere.

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Because we won’t be meeting for this evening – and possibly next – Sarah asked me to come up with a writing prompt for everyone. Here’s one:

Write about something – kept at home or in the office – that quintessentially defines your character. What does it look like? How did you get it? Where do you keep it?

There will be a non-advancement reward attached to this for any responders.

Most of the spray missed Gabby’s face. “What’d you do, brew this up in the horse trough? This ain’t soup, this’s a bowl a rat piss,” Mido said, swatting the bowl and sending it flying to the floor where it joined the mouthful he’d just spat out. Read More »

Howdy folks. I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m taking a vacation from gaming for a while, here. I don’t have a precise timeline in mind, but at least until after the new year. By all means, if someone else wants to run something in the interim, feel free, and I certainly won’t make any attempt to return while you’re doing your thing and disrupt your game.

17 years ago…

Holliday Golightly didn’t think there was a single being in the multiverse who hated him/herself more than she did right now.

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For those of you who wind up with a few free minutes, here’s a thought:

Write about an object in the Order of the Styx office.

It could be something a friend or family member gave you, an heirloom with special significance to your character, or it might have a background utterly unrelated to the group. Hoorah!

The Sigil news-urchins are all a-shout: an unidentified source has released two pages of Miss Sigil’s Super Secret Journaling Journal to the public! O scandal!

For the interested, this post takes place the night following our encounter with Levelskull and Spragg in the bar.  For a day or two prior, Thom had (somewhat proudly) worn Destiny alone, with an intensity approacing fervor.  Since then, however, he’s worn both swords, one on either hip, though he’s never used more than one at a time.

The two blades, drawn, lay next to one another on the desktop.  Thom looked at them, considering.

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Dearest Diary,

OK, so… truthfully? I’ve kinda had it with this whole “self-improvement” thing (there wasn’t much to improve upon anyway, RIGHT?!). I’m tired of trying to be a better person (like yesterday when I totally lied to Touched by Heat about Thom to protect her feelings!!!) and not getting anything in return. So now it’s time to improve everyone else around me! :D

I have THEREFORE (drumroll, please!) put together my very own Guide to Dating, using tips and tricks I’ve learned from being a really gorgeous and talented Hin in a world where dating is just as dangerous as meeting a Hardhead in a dark alley after you’ve just stolen a bunch of strawberry Pocky from a four-year-old girl and now she’s all crying and stuff but WHO CARES because… friggin’ strawberry Pocky, but then you have to run before the Hardheads slice your head off, because they’re a bunch of rotten bastards who have no idea how bad they look in pink and also get WAY too excited whenever there is an opportunity to be brutal.
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My apologies if I’ve gone off the deep end – I just kinda started writing and this is the stuff that came out and I didn’t ditch. So also my apologies if I didn’t ditch enough.

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