Mass Murder A mass of bodies throwing violence at each other. Iron and muscle, sweat and blood. Clamor and alarum. And in the end, there will be bodies bleeding their lives away. Whenever groups of ven need to settle their differences with violence, the GM calls for the Mass Murder rules. Here’s how they work.…
I’m running into a stumbling block. “Mass Murder,” the mass combat section devoted to multi-user fight scenes, is a mess. The Houses system works great with duels, but not with groups of bloodthirsty ven and/or orks. I want a system that’s elegant. A system that doesn’t require a bunch of dice rolls and memory. And I just can’t…
55 years old.And doing shit like this. Another happy 55 to you, sir.
My 9/11 memory starts with someone knocking on the bedroom door and the words more Americans heard than any other that morning. “Turn on the TV.” Together, Jennifer and I watched it. The clock ticked by. “You’re going to be late for work,” she told me. “I’m not going,” I said. An argument began. A…
Ladies, this is the new definition of FAT. And by that, I mean, this is the new standard. If you look like this (or, Heaven help you, if you look worse), then you are FAT. Ignore all that bullshit we say about how Hollywood starlets and rockstars look like skeletons. IGNORE IT! This is the…
“The only thing greater than my hatred of war is my admiration of soldiers.”— Eric Bogle
mnight introduced me to the band. Their first album is called Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, although I’m a bigger fan of their second album, The Black Parade. A video from each. Boisterous, dramatic, funny, grim, and geeky. And fucking loud. Yeah, I’ve discovered My Chemical Romance.
I don’t like rap. I don’t like the bravado, I don’t like the violence, I don’t like calling women hos and bitches, and I don’t like… well, I just don’t like it. But damn, I like this. I like it’s honesty, I like its nakedness. I like it. Damn.