I gathered some data for the Feral Horde pack released last weekend. Mad packs were bought in order to collect all the gun skins: 95 in all, costing a whopping 38,000 credits. Luckily, I have been saving since the Luchador Pack.
I love dice. See if you can spot the most expensive set in the photo: They're the stainless steel, 3d-printed dice designed by Chuck Stover. I was lusting over those shiny things for more than a year. I'm good, so I bought them for myself.
This Saturday past, the crew—that's my brother, our Ma, and my bro's girlfriend (and minus a missing friend) got together for our weekly Dungeons and Dragons party, this time down in San
Marcos Carlos. It was melty out and everyone smelled except Ma. Ma never smells. There was amazing homemade food and lots of laughs, and we hacked our way through a six-hour one-off campaign, written by our default DM, Tara. The theme was "The Most Dangerous Game", but you can't imagine what happened just from that clue! None of our brains are quite right and things always turn weird.
I'm entering my mohawk years
Suddenly, with two-thirds less dignity
I'm going to post something soon.
I made these long ago. They are the Rectangulons. They are ug-mo and dumb. Maybe what I like most about them is their name: The Rectangulons. I might spiff them up and release them, but I have to find enough misfiring ambition to do so. We'll see.
I think thoughts.
I think I'm thinking thoughts,
Of common sense and reason.
I post thoughts,
On my blog,
Just for your,