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Last winter I was locked in my cellar by Joseph Goodman, Rick Maffei and Mike Ferguson and told I couldn't come out until I'd written a Call of Cthulhu adventure. They made things worse by posting crawling things into the cellar with me every week until I complied.

Amongst the slime-trailed infestations beneath I've managed to come up with Fires of Sumatra, part of the fifth instalment of Goodman Games' Age of Cthulhu line. These are officially approved by Chaosium and the latest instalment takes place across the globe, in Peru, Tibet and Sumatra.

I can only apologise for unleashing such alien madness, and ask that you take care when reading the twisted adventures of Rick and Mike in the same insane book.

You can loose copious amounts of SAN by slithering here .

Fees go towards paying my psychoanalysis bills.

Mnaaaaaaaaaaaar.

Pett

Hey everyone,

this is a quick heads up - my hotmail account has just blasted out loads of emails to everyone in my mailing list with the title 'FOTO 04/07' - its a pretty nasty virus - if its opened it basically keeps sending emails out so you use up your quota and can't warn anyone.

If anyone gets an email from me with this on please delete it, also if you see any others in your inbox with this on, it wouls seem wise to delete them as well, this one is a nasty.

Rich

...the Kobold Quarterly website, which has free new monsters available on mondays, and a new article for traps has appeared today.

Although the whole website is tainted by the addition of a piece by Logue, you may want to check it out - I hear there are some very cool monsters indeed appearing on the site, and also in the next edition of KQ!

Ahem...

Check Joshua Steven's sample monster here

Huzzah!

Rich

RSVP - the kq website - your views and ideas most welcome.

I just wanted to add some very vocal support for the decision. Having worked with these fine fellows one and all for a long time through Dungeon, Dragon and now Pathfinder (back so far I should add, that the names Logue and Vaughn were unheard of - ah happy days:)), I wanted to humbly submit my admiration for the way Paizo goes about its business.

It may not be obvious to our friends (then again it may well be) but Paizo staff treat their freelancers with the greatest respect and enthusiasm, always ready to listen, always full of great ideas and fun. They are, simply, a joy to work for. And that, I hope you'll agree, is a reflection on the way they treat their readers.

This fine game is very much our game I feel; our support has built it, we've written our stories about it, made friends through it, had fun with it, and some people like myself have been lucky enough to be involved in sharing their ideas in print.

So now we will have a game we can all call our own, I for one am looking forward to working with you fine fellows and ladies on these boards and I can't wait to see what we make:)

So cheers to Paizo, to Pathfinder and to you (excluding Logue).

M'naaaaaaar

Rich

(oh, and excluding Hitchcock as well - the man has bad breath and boils).

OK, roll up, roll up. Due to popular demand we introduce part 2 of the Logue 2 week silence - yeh right - sweepstake.

Commencing at 18:00 GMT, we so far have 2 stakes-

At exactly 18:58 GMT - R Pett

At exactly 06:00 GMT, friday 18 May - Heathansson.

The second prize for this sweepstake to be announced shortly!

Roll up roll up - this could be your last chance to join in (but probably won't be)

OK, so Nick said he wouldn't be on these boards for 2 weeks but appeared last night at 9:23 PM meaning he has been away from the boards for 42 hours 3 minutes. Many people joined our sweepstake, with various suggestions of absence ranging from 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds to as long as 2 days 10 hours.

And I am proud to announce the winner is!

Greg Vaughan who said 'he'll be lurking after about 8 minutes of saying he'll be gone for 2 weeks to see what people are writing on his thread, then he knows that one of us will post something about him whilst he's gone, so he'll have to keep looking at that one, his fingers itching to type a retort. Finally the tension will get too much for him at about 42 hours 3 minutes when he'll have to snap and let everyone know he's still out there.'

2nd place

Heathansson 2 minutes

3rd

Steve Greer 8 seconds

Congratulations Greg for getting it spot on, you win a signed copy of 'Hollow Threats' by Richard Pett:)

Sickened by the endless praise heaped on my nemesis Logue, I thought it would be fun to take advantage of his oh-so-rare silence by manipulating his fondness for calling himself a thespian5/monk3/adventure writer3 and coming up with a list of things he'd be if he were a monster or PC.

I've already had one take with Little Goule (heh) but Nick seemed to regard this as beneath him and somehow upset that he'd made me a dazzling high-level cad with a silver tongue and vast acting skills whilst I'd made him a vile scrap of childlike skin with wings.

So, let me commmence:

(for those concerned that Nick will be cross about this let me reassure you that he'll think it's a wedding present and he'll love the attention in his abscence)(in fact getting attention when he isn't here will make him even more intolerably enthusiastic when he gets back).

If Nick was an orc:

Throst MummyPants - male orc bard 6

Throst is the tribe singer, a pale orc who tends to the fashions of men he spend most of his time in his hut, which has been built for him on the outskirts of the village in case any other orc tribe leaders see it when visiting and decide the tribe are easy meat. Throst's hut is decorated with tribal fetishes, mask of smiling antelopes dancing with sheep, and mobiles depicting suns and moons with happy smiling faces. Throst's mother recently threw him out of her own hut, tired of being kept awake by his endless songwriting and scraping on his violin. Now the bard has all the time he wants to write his songs, including I think it's bad to fight; let's collect flowers and not have a battle, and his least popular sometimes I dream I'm an elf (and you know what, it's not too bad).

If Nick was a dwarf:

Thinny StubbleChin - male dwarf aristocrat 2
They always bully Thinnly - it's not his fault he can't grow a beard and has to make do with stubble, and if that wasn't bad enough, the younger dwarves have taken to calling him girlchin in front of his friends. Thinnly, Chief MightyAxe XI's twelth and youngest son is far happier in the hills above the mine he works in, ever since his horrible accident involving him getting lost in Spooky Mine when he was a child. Thinny's saving grace is that he's a magnificent diplomat - no dwarf has ever been able to sit at the same table as the Elves of Tullgy Wood, let alone eat their fancy buns shaped like unicorns, honey coated seed cakes cunningly made to look like mushroom people, and drink their non-alchoholic elderflower nectar in flagons of crystal covered with filgree work depicting happy dinosaurs.

If Nick was a roper:

Glowy Shortarms - male roper expert 7
The monocle wearing flourescent orange roper Shortarms finds his strangely hued skin a disadvantage when it comes to blending into cavern walls, and was quickly removed from the crack front line Cunning Roper Assault Parties of King M'NNnnar the Mighty. Finding time on his tentacles, he has taken up basket weaving, fashioning fine wicker baskets, bread holders and picnic hampers for the ungrateful ropers, who can't seem to find any use for the items he makes. He's considering moving to a nearby man-town, but is having difficulty finding six-armed jumpers, single huge shoes, and hats that fit

...which shall go up and come into thine house, and into thy bedchamber, and upon thy bed, and into the house of thy servants, and upon thy people, and into thine ovens, and into thy kneadingtroughs. And the frogs shall come up both on thee, and upon thy people, and upon all thy servants.

OK this is my second attempt at this. I'm very worried about Nic Logue's sanity, and I'd appreciate it if some nice poster out there would pass on their observations on Nic's flimsy grip on the real world by letting me know just how disturbed his adventure writing has become.

Much appreciated, pip pip and all that.

Rich

...which shall go up and come into thine house, and into thy bedchamber, and upon thy bed, and into the house of thy servants, and upon thy people, and into thine ovens, and into thy kneadingtroughs. And the frogs shall come up both on thee, and upon thy people, and upon all thy servants."

I just want to post my concern for the young masters sanity, ask for a report from some kindly poster on his adventure and his apparant loss of grip on reality as soon as possible please.

My thanks.

Rich