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Got a ride home with a co-worker yesterday. He has new Nissan, just about 2 months. It has what they call a music box. You put your CD in and it can copy the content to memory. Apparently, it can hold about 500 CDs worth of data. That's a lot of music.

So the husband did not get the position at Waterloo University. Also I fell off a ladder today at work and hurt myself. And it's raining. And my subscription didn't arrive. Time to go put some gnome minis in the microwave to cheer myself up.

All right, that enough for now. I leave you all to bask in the benevolent wisdom with which I would rule your lives.

Velvet glove - iron fist.

Is it weird that the initials of Children's Hospital of Philadelphia spells CHOP?

Werewolves of London is an awesome song.

Saw the Avengers last night. It was awesome. Kidlet has been running around going 'Hulk Smash' ever since. : )

*undulates tentacles irritably*

T'ony. Take R'occo and M'ugsy and pay these folks a visit. The Brainfather's hearin' helmet talk again and it ain't makin' him happy.

Cosmo: I AM Selfish!

Now I want a pot pie.

Or a cheeseburger.

Damn you, Pigeon!!!

Bleh. Migraines suck. Glad I was able to take imitrex in time to keep it from being really bad.

The throwdown between Leafar and Mairkurion started my epic rivalry with Leafar.

I miss my rants....I may have to transfer them to a non-closed thread.

Good luck Solnes. You can do it!

+1

Remember, 1 cup = 8 ounces, 2 cups = 1 pint, and D cups = hubba hubba

I like Easter Egging Hunts.

Kids think they are hunting for eggs. Little do they know, my eggs are hunting for them.

Hey guys! Happy zombie Jesus day for everybody.

drags lynora's math test into a secluded room for a...conversation

time passes

releases a bruised, bloodied math test from the room, which runs off screaming into the distance

I don't think it'll be giving you any problems.

Mornin' folks. I spent the entire night in Skyrim, sword and staff in hand and now dragon bones litter the country side. :)

aeglos wrote:

BluePigeon wrote:

I will visit Germany someday.

you would be very welcome in my house

You guys hear that!? FAWTL party in Germany at aeglos's house!!

yup, just come over, I am a few ciders in lead already

but seriously, I would love to show every FaWtly ever coming here around and I have a seldom used guest room

BluePigeon wrote:

I will visit Germany someday.

you would be very welcome in my house

You guys hear that!? FAWTL party in Germany at aeglos's house!!

I will visit Germany someday.

you would be very welcome in my house

Take care BP, nice to see you again.

FGG-The Big Announcement

The background of the big announcement goes all the way back to 1978, when I read a small book by Gary Gygax detailing the use of outdoor and wilderness adventures in D&D. This book, along with what has affectionately been termed the “Skull Dungeon” of John Holmes fame, formed the basis of my thinking when I began to write my own vast dungeon that I called Rappan Athuk.

A decade ago, I released the first few levels of Rappan Athuk as a book, which was followed by a series of releases of different parts and pieces (29 levels in the first 3 books, and another 7 or so later in Rappan Athuk Reloaded).

To my surprise, even though I expected it to be a success, Rappan Athuk turned out to be one of the major hits of the Third Edition decade. Even though it’s not the largest dungeon that was ever published (it might be this time!), it quickly picked up a reputation for being one of the deadliest, and if you haven’t heard, “Don’t go down the Well” or “Beware of Purple Worms,” you probably weren’t attending gaming conventions or reading the RPG internet during the Third Edition years.

Rappan Athuk Reloaded, which contained a lot more of the original dungeon, became an immediate collector’s item. With only 1000 copies of Rappan Athuk’s expanded version in existence, many players unfortunately could never get a copy. This was probably fortunate for a lot of player characters, but it means that many people who wanted to see the dungeon’s broader scope never got to see what they were missing.

Well, it’s been almost 10 years since I wrote the last few chapters of Rappan Athuk Reloaded. As you would expect, I haven’t been idle during that time. In fact, over the last few hundred gaming sessions I’ve run, I have continued to write up my notes from levels that were never published, and add new levels as adventurers continued to explore. Many of the mid-level areas have been fleshed out (the ultimate adversaries, of course, remained the same), and several new upper levels have been added as adventurers avoided “The Well” and “The Mausoleum” in attempts to delve deeper into Rappan Athuk’s depths. I have been mulling over what to do to get this monster out to all of you. So here goes…

Weighing in with over 50 dungeon levels and dozens of wilderness areas, Rappan Athuk will be released next summer as a hardbound, library-stitched book in both Pathfinder and Swords and Wizardry formats. The book contains 18 more levels even than Rappan Athuk Reloaded, as well as the outdoor adventures supporting them. I am also working on a leather cover (or faux leather) for the binding.

This thing is truly the granddaddy of all dungeons. It represents years of play testing, years of adventure, and hundreds of player character deaths. Many parts of my campaign that have transpired over the years are included in its pages from the dead remains of fallen heroes, to marks left on walls, to cryptic scribblings left by lost or dying adventurers.
Just like the dungeons of the early 1970s played by Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson, Rappan Athuk is like a living being, big enough to be used for thousands of hours of play. From the Goblin city of Greznek to the Hall of the Titan Cyclops, from the Well of Zelkor to the Mithril gates, and from the Well of Agamemnon to the Abyssal pocket-plain and to the throne of Orcus himself—this terrifying place will create memorable experiences for all players and Game Masters.

This Tome represents the completed manuscript, including the wilderness surrounding the dungeon, three villages nearby, and the dreaded Temple of Tsathogga, where the sinister, evil priests of the frog-demon seek dark secrets and dark powers lost when the army of light destroyed the temple of Orcus at the site.
This book will be available for pre-order in March or April 2012. Retail price and page count are still to be determined (though it will probably be about $125 and 1000 pages or so). The pre-ordered copies will contain bonus material as a pdf enhancement that were cut from the final manuscript and will not be available after the pre-order period ends.

So once again, in this new decade of gaming, we will have the chance to say, “Don’t go down the Well.”

Huzzah!

Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so.much heartache he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away

I wear suspenders. Belts are for whippin' folks.

It lies in wait for the unsuspecting once again...

Soda Machine

XP 9,600

NE Large construct
Init –5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +2
Aura fear aura (5 ft., DC 10), frightful presence (5 ft., DC 25),
Defense
AC 26, touch 6, flat-footed 26 (+20 armor, +2 deflection, –5 Dex, –1 size)
hp 130 (+30)
Fort +13, Ref +9, Will +12
; Immune acid, cold, electricity, fire, poison, sonic, construct traits
Offense
Speed 0 ft.
Melee fall 24 (3d20+4/18–20)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 0 ft.
Special Attacks Dispense Soda, poison, rock throwing (0 ft.)
Tactics
Before Combat
Once filled, the Soda Machione lies in wait for unsuspecting Paizo employees
During Combat
Soda Machine uses its Dispense Soda attack whenever a Paizo employee puts a quarter in the slot and presses a button.
Morale
When bereft of all soda, Soda Machine will stop using its Dispense Soda attack.
Statistics
Str 16, Dex 1, Con 18, Int 1, Wis 14, Cha 1
Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 11 (can't be tripped)
SQ compression, no breath
Special Abilities
Poison (Ex) Soda; save Fort DC 14; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d4 Con; cure 2 consecutive saves.

I am done with my development pass....

Jason

Soda Machine CR 10
XP 9,600
NE Large construct
Init –5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +2
Aura frightful presence (5 ft., DC 25),
DEFENSE
AC 26, touch 6, flat-footed 26 (+20 armor, +2 deflection, –5 Dex, –1 size)
hp 101 (13d10+30)
Fort +4, Ref –1, Will +6
Immune acid, cold, electricity, poison, sonic, construct traits
OFFENSE
Speed 0 ft. (can't move)
Melee fall +20 (3d10+12 plus poison/x3)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks Dispense Soda, poison, soda throwing (20 ft., as rock throwing, but only soda)
TACTICS
Before Combat Once filled, the Soda Machione lies in wait for unsuspecting Paizo employees
During Combat Soda Machine uses its Dispense Soda attack whenever a Paizo employee puts a quarter in the slot and presses a button.
Morale When bereft of all soda, Soda Machine will stop using its Dispense Soda attack.
STATISTICS
Str 26, Dex 1, Con —, Int —, Wis 14, Cha 1
Base Atk +13; CMB +22; CMD 27 (can't be tripped)
SQ compression, no breath
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Poison (Ex) Soda; save Fort DC 14; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d4 Con; cure 2 consecutive saves.

DEVELOPER NOTES
- This stat block was really sloppy with numerous math and formatting errors. I am not even sure I caught them all in my brief pass.
- Send not to author asking what the intent was of the dispense soda special attack. As a note, I am not sure the compression ability is doing what the author intends. I mean, it has a compressor and all.. but thats not really the same thing.
- I do not recommend that we use this author again...

You couldn't lead Scott Betts in a WotC support rally.

Life clocks are a lie! Carousel is a lie! THERE IS NO RENEWAL!

Tip of the day: Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

I am going to be an RPG Superstah!

Dude, the Packers are 12-0.

That's f$@%ing boring. It's perfection.
It's routine.

Tebow is the quintissential underdog, and he's winning. Every game is the end to a Rocky movie......they're down, there's no way to win, then they miraculously win.

It's as simple as that.

Plus, he isn't a rapist, he doesn't murder dogs, and he won't be on a reality show in a house with MC Hammer and Flav-a-flav who is making out with Brigitte Nielsson in 10 years because he pissed away all his money on cocaine, diamond medallions that say "TEBOW$" and supporting an army of babymamas.

Penn State? It's done. It's over but for the crying, and that'll take 5 years to finish.

And, it's not sports news any more. It's national news.

Ah piss off. We all...

SPLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTCH!!

...around here. It's what we do.

So I went into a Taco Bell and I was like, "I'll have the spaghetti," and they were like, "This is Taco Bell," and I was like, "I know you have the ingredients around somewhere," and they were like, "No we don't," and I was like, "Well do you have any eggs?" and they were like, "No, we don't have those either," and I was like, "You do now, beyotches!" and I egged them.

Sigh.

Why are people so bloody shortsighted and annoying, again?

Because you are on the Internet, where there is no personal responsibility.

Does anybody else remember when South Park used to be funny?

Joss Whedon?

believe it or not, i dont want Whedon dead. At least not yet.

Gary: if i tried to push all that info into my brain something important would get squished out