ahh, the good stuff
The keg somehow finds the crater in which Jack Hammer's broken body lies, as if guided by some unseen force
Black Seal Rum pours over the body, and the process of rebirth begins
the voice is heard yet again
Thanks Reggie old chap
A small monkey appears on the clubhouse patio in a puff of pungent colored smoke. He surveys the wreckage of the party: Jacks, frogs, succubi, tribbles all passed out and snoring among upended beach chairs and towels. Malice Jack's head rests on the DJ turntable as he snores loudy, a half-drunk mojito by his side.
The small monkey smiles and raises his staff.
I think it is time for everyone to go home.
The small monkey chants, waving his staff at the four corners of the realm. The avatars begin to shimmer and fade, their snoring fading until only the faint sussuruss of insect life can be heard.
He then speaks three words that roll across the small realm like bursts of thunder.
The air hisses as the empty-channel static sound of the Interthereal Plane swells in volume. The formless chaos of binary potentiality rushes in, erasing the clubhouse and grounds, finally leaving just the small monkey suspended in a formless sea of bytes.
The small monkey nods to himself, passes his staff once over his grizzled simian head and vanishes.
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Six years later, an annoying ratlike creature stumbles into the thread. It stops, surveying the landscape, tail twitching uneasily.
It begins to feel the most curious sense of déjà vu.
This is trippy. Like, this is really trippy. This is why sometimes we shouldn't go on necromantic binges, but to paraphrase Soos, "guess I'm still posting"...
Look. If I can get self-involved for a moment (how unlike me!)...It is kind of weird looking at how things have changed. Not just in how we're seen by others, and not just in how we act, but in what threads are allowed to exist. I think if all this had happened nowadays it could have ended only one way: A ban on me and a lock on this little gem. I'm not being sarcastic or hyperbolic in any way—it is a gem, and it would have been locked.
It's legitly weird to look back on stuff like this. Kinda unpleasant, of course. It makes you think big questions. And also some small ones. How does someone get to the point where these threads truly are necessary? They certainly were necessary. And moreover, if someone can get to the point that the threads are no longer necessary, might there have been a solution that could have resolved things more painlessly to begin with? Do we tolerate someone as they try to grow up, or do we let them grow far, far away from us? The Paizo community tends to choose the former path, while other forums I have frequented in my youth would choose the latter. Sometimes quite vehemently. And then I would come here and complain about said forums, and people would nod, tolerating what they could and ignoring what they couldn't.
Recently I played with a game with a highly immature, rude player who was constantly bragging about how powerful his paladin was. For his arrogance, the GM displayed markedly less mercy towards him in combat, and the paladin did eventually die after a particularly thickheaded maneuver. The GM wasted no time in reminding the player of his numerous tactical failures. Ultimately, the player lost his temper and stormed out. The GM ignored this outburst entirely. I wondered then if our approach was the best way to handle someone who was clearly still fairly young. I knew that my behavior six years ago had been little better.
Youth is such an obnoxious thing. Not all young people are stupid, and not all young people who are stupid wise up when they get older. Do we tolerate more or less based upon age? Most will just shrug and say "I'm not his babysitter, he can come back when he learns to grow the f@!$ up," and that's fair and true. But a lot of people don't say that. That I am posting here now is proof of this much. So thank you, everyone. Thank you all very much. I owe much of who I am now to where I was then.
The annoying ratlike creature shrugs and turns to walk away.
Then the kobold explodes.