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Freehold DM wrote:
Freehold DM wrote:
I have no idea what this sentence means. Are you sober yet?
Human, Genetically Engineered
"Oh, I don't think you'll find us to be like that. We're very active, um, people. In fact, I'll wager you ten credits you won't catch any of us hung over or sleeping in on this voyage. We can sleep when we're dead." Hestia wanders over to a nearby console and stabs a finger at a random button. "What's this do?"
This is the discussion for a "Three Musketeer"-style campaign. I'll start building the campaign info tab soon. My players can feel free to post and start discussing character ideas whenever they like. It's going to take me a little bit to build the campaign, but we can get started with the first encounter fairly quickly once characters are built.
This will be an original and, I hope, organic campaign. A few of us were discussing what made another campaign so fun to play and great to read, and decided that we as players had done a lot of world-building, not waiting on the GM to post and then just relax. Our characters played off one another well and we made up a lot of incidental things that the GM rolled with beautifully. Though this will be set in Golarion in a specific timeframe, I hope players will feel free to help build the world, particularly in setting and feel, but also in NPCs, events, vendettas, etc. Because it's original, there's a good chance I can weave them into the story.
So get ready to buckle some swashes! Be bold and daring! Our adventure begins SOON.
I used to sleep under my desk on a fairly regular basis when I was living to work. Fool.
I've fallen asleep in the computer room, sitting with my feet in a hole on the raised floor and leaning against the humming drives. Very cozy.
Rumble strips saved my life several times before I got CPAP. I fell asleep all the time then - sitting at the table eating, sitting at the keyboard, watching TV, reading, driving, working, on the exam table at the doctor's office, in the dentist's chair while he was drilling my teeth. The only place I didn't sleep was in bed at night.
8-14 inches of snow expected here on the mile-high lowlands, woo!
For some reason, I'm dying for eggs today. Avoiding them is generally no problem, but I'd love nothing more than a plate of fried eggs with buttered toast this morning. OM NOM NOM. Maybe I'm not really allergic.
My brain is trying to kill me.
I'm one with the cosmos, man.
In other news, I'm trying to teach my dog NOT to carry food from his bowl onto the carpet and eat it there. He has a perfectly good laundry room with a tile floor and throw rug to eat on. He doesn't have to mess up the carpet.
I gave him a couple of pizza crusts and watched the laundry room door. He appeared almost instantly with a crust held in his mouth like a bone, so I chased him back. He took it on the throw rug and crunched it up.
I kept watching, and he appeared at the door again with nothing in his mouth. But I hadn't heard the other crust being crunched, so I kept an eye on him, suspicious. He walked to the middle of the carpet and sat down. We had a staredown for about half a minute before he kind of gagged and spit out an entire strip of crust. He'd been holding it in his mouth lengthwise down his snoot. I swear he was trying to hide it.
I didn't think he was that smart. Now I'm worried. What else is he up to?
David M Mallon wrote:
Nothing ruins your day more than opening your mailbox to find a $2000 medical bill for something you were told was covered by your insurance. Awesome.
It may still be. Some places automatically bill the patient even when they have turned the cost in to the insurance company. Check for a THIS HAS BEEN SUBMITTED TO INSURANCE note on it.
I think they do it hoping people pay along with the insurance company, so they can double-dip (at least for a while). Medical billing is incredibly "incompetent", mysteriously in favor of the medical establishment.
Celestial Healer wrote:
Better than an endless loop of Bolero. Or it might be an endless loop already. Seems like it.
David M Mallon wrote:
...I discovered that the Fredericks were descended from an entirely different James Wilson (whose father bore the same name as the father of the famous James Wilson)...
Because James Wilson isn't a common name in Scotland, not at all. ;)
One illegitimate child was fathered by William Smith, but it had the father's birth year. No problem, says I, I'll search the birth records for the county that year and find the scamp's parents. Hah! There were 51 - fifty-one! - William Smiths born in Ayrshire that year. Oy.
On my mother's side, I can find nothing, because the family forenames are James, John, Andrew, and Isobel, while the surnames are Smith, Thomson, and Wilson. Or rather, I find too much. I can't tell one from the other!
My father's pre-Revolutionary War ancestors came over from Northern Ireland, but were part of the 1718 migration from Scotland to Ulster. One generation was born in Northern Ireland, then they came to their senses and headed for the New World. Can't turn them up in the Northern Irish records to save my life.