Last Night’s Game…

Last night found us facing our biggest challenge of the campaign so far: a sanity test in which the penalty for success was a D10 san loss, with failure incurring a scarcely believable D100 penalty. And the three of us were already had San scores down in the fifties at this point.
For those who don’t [...]

Last Night’s Game…

After a hiatus caused by my lack of broadband before, over and through Christmas and New Year, we resumed gaming last week. It’s still going pretty well, albeit it with the occasional interesting visual effect.

This wasn’t actually the best one; the best one – which I missed with the camera – was when General Tangent [...]

Last Night’s Game

Towards the end of the weekly start-of-game discussion in which I try to remember what we were doing last time…
Me: [stumped] Sorry, why are we buying a load of cleaning equipment again?
TAFKAC: That’s you saying that, right, not your character? You’d better not be saying that in the shop. If you say that out loud [...]

Last Night’s Gaming Session

We’d parked ourselves in an extremely expensive, albeit dubious, club, and had dinner. Post-dinner, talk had moved onto the bill.
General Tangent (GM): The waiter tells you that the bill is three pounds.
[A discussion ensues about the size of the bill. It is eventually, and reluctantly, accepted.]
General Tangent (GM): [To TAFKAC] Okay, make a credit rating [...]

On Reviews…

One of the things I find most interesting about reading reviews of stuff I’ve written (I originally wrote that as “reviews of my works” but realised I was pushing the bullshit needle right into the red zone marked “deeply pretentious”) is the degree to which the score, assuming there is one, can often seem to [...]

Last Night’s Game…

…was virtual.
“Which one of you has got the lowest luck?”
“That’s never a good question for the GM to ask.”
It’s been a while since I last blogged about my Tuesday night game. I initially stopped when I took a blogging holiday, but by time I restarted blogging, it was coming up to my move to Brighton [...]

Excavating The Buried Layers Of The Past

Well after two writing sessions in my new “writing office” (a.k.a. the 0700 Thameslink train from Brighton) I can report that it’s pretty much like my last one, save for having a nicer set of views out of the window. (As an aside, when I get a chance, I’ll put up the profile that Writers [...]