The forums are still too long. Kaeyoss' baby is all gwowed up. They started this nonsense years ago when somebody posted that the forums were too long and we posted single words of a sentence to prove them right. Now it is on thread 6, and so incredibly impossible to ever parse. This forum is WAY too long.
Person who has not posted in three years adding nothing of substance in first post back. Off topic remark about Reddit threads that somewhat circumvents the etiquette expected on the forums. Personal opinion ventured as fact.
I need an RPG based on the Zootopia universe. Don't send a Simbieda to do a Cook/Cordell job.
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543. In 701 B.C.E, Sennacherib chooses to have his army take a few days to dig wells, instead of relying on the tainted water left to his army in the siege of Judah. Without the cholera epidemic in his ranks, the Assyrians handily reduce the Jews to slavery, and quell the rebellion. The Jews do not credit their monotheistic sky god with the victory, and sensibly adopt the religion of their conquerors.
"I was in the library, the other night, In the restricted section. I read something rather odd, about a bit of rare magic. It is called, as I understand it, a Horcrux..."
"Klaatu, Barada, Necktie!"
"Hey, you guys! Watch this..."
For an A.P, I strongly recommend retrofitting some of the Pathfinder Society scenarios instead. Use the factions as school houses. The Pathfinder venture can be re-skinned as faculty. Personally, I wouldn't use Pathfinder at all. For a Potterverse style game, I would use Ars Magica. The fourth edition rules are available here:
Four kings of metal. Four metal kings.
"My character is a beautiful blonde with big t#%~.
You have a Charter Tag. You know there is a black hole in the submissions room. You argued against Pathfinder as a name. You heard about the cancellation of Dragon and Dungeon on the blog. You know what a cagewright is. You bought the Whispering Tyrant Compleat Adventures. You defended, or attacked, Wil Save You know what happened to this text: Spoiler:
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As a huge fan of NWN (and a somewhat lesser fan of NWN 2), I cannot be more excited about the idea of a Pathfinder CRPG. I will literally never see my wife and child again. You do not mean literally. You mean figuratively.
You young people of today... When I was eight years old, I moved from Oxford, to a gold mining town (Carletonville) in apartheid South Africa. My brother was eight years older than me. He went to university and came back with the red box. At the time, I was a wreck. I had gone through a series of traumas, with the worst two being my difficulty adapting to living in a fascist, racist, fundamentalist state, and surviving sexual abuse by an older boy. I had almost nothing to live for, but that red box gave me a sudden escape. I had already read The Hobbit, and I knew some mythology, but the ability to re-invent myself through D&D hit me with a force that I can still recall. I read the basic and expert rules under the covers with a flashlight, and even a candle, which singed the page with the third level cleric spells on it. It became the best thing in my life, and I naturally wanted to share my discovery with my peers.
In fairness, there was a lot of goofy stuff about my school life. My biology teacher handed out leaflets titled "Is the Kaffir an Ape, or Just a Sub-human?" We had more hours of religious teaching in a week, in my state school, than we had English lessons. We had regular canings and punishment by exercise. My history teacher took pains to explain to the class that carbon dating is a lie from the pit of Hell. Terror of the adversary was mixed in with a stew of white paranoia and the insularity due to sanctions. The panic against D&D was part of wider trends. We had school assemblies about back masking in music, and dire warnings against seeing the James Bond movie "A View to a Kill" because of its immoral and indecent content. (READ kiss between Roger Moore and Grace Jones). D&D was not well known. There were only two kids in the whole town who played it, and we were both Soutpiele When I was sixteen, I got a break in my circumstances. I was accepted into the drama department of an art school, in the financial capital, Johannesburg. I became a boarder in the hostel, and finally was among people who liked and respected me. The only wrinkle was the Calvinist headmaster. A Mr. Darrell Campbell. He discovered my second edition PHB and DMG in my room. Despite being the edition to neuter the planes and call Devils and Demons Baatezu, and Tanari, he found the game sufficiently objectionable to threaten me with expulsion. Here is a piece of dialogue I still remember: DC: You are a satanist, then Hoyle? Who else is in this sick cult with you?
I was given my books back two years later. The front cover of the PHB was missing, and there were underlinings in red. I thought I was in the clear when I left school. Years later, in 2000, my landlord burned my Vampire the Masquerade books, and had the locks changed. He was a police officer. Out of compassion, I didn't press charges, because of his profession, but I took him to small claims court. He lied in court. He said he had not burned my books, and that I was a drug dealer with a grudge. Ironically, I was the only person my age that I knew, in the whole town, who did not smoke dope. I get my kicks from roleplaying. In the courtroom, I asked him if he was familiar with the commandment to not bear false witness against your neighbour. His reply: "You are not my neighbour" I think that addresses the OP.
Put this anonymously under the door: Dear sir. I am in your target market. I have disposable income. I have geek cred. I also believe in the critical role that local game stores play as a connective tissue that can bring people together in a way that the internet cannot yet manage. I am reluctant to shop in your store. I find that the store is not well-ventilated. It has a distinctive odour that I find off-putting. Being naturally quite shy, and averse to conflict, I have wrestled with how to broach this topic. Please forgive my inability to approach you directly. I find it highly likely that I am not the only real or potential customer to be dissuaded from supporting your business by the unpleasantness of the environment in your store. You are competing globally. Most RPG purchases are though internet vendors now. You cannot afford to make shopping online a superior experience to shopping at [insert store name here.] Please consider the example and advice available at http://blackdiamondgames.blogspot.tw/2013/06/store-rescue.html If you make your store pleasant to visit, I will visit. I will spend, and I will tell all my friends about you. I want you to succeed. Yours sincerely anonymous.
This like, guy, but not really a guy, you know, more like a monster or something, was all like 'you shall live to tell of blah blah blah' and he like killed all these people, but he totally didn't kill me, so I could be like, a witness or something. I don't know. Hi mom. Something about a reckoning, I guess? I should have wrote it down.
About gender pronouns, here is a text you ought to read, which will show how insidious they actually are. Spoiler: It's high time someone blew the whistle on all the silly prattle about revamping our language to suit the purposes of certain political fanatics. You know what I am talking about--those who accuse speakers of English of what they call racism. This awkward neologism, constructed by analogy with the well-established term sexism, does not sit well in the ears, if I may mix my metaphors. But let us grant that in our society there may be injustices here and there in the treatment of either race from time to time, and let us even grant these people their terms racism and racist. How valid, however, are the claims of the self-proclaimed "black libbers," or "negrists"--those who would radically change our language in order to "liberate" us poor dupes from its supposed racist bias?
Most of the clamor, as you certainly know by now, revolves around the age-old usage of the noun white and words built from it, such as chairwhite, mailwhite, repairwhite, clergywhite, middlewhite, Frenchwhite, forwhite, whitepower, whiteslaughter, oneupswhiteship, straw white, whitehandle, and so on. The negrists claim that using the word white, either on its own or as a component, to talk about all the members of the human species is somehow degrading to blacks and reinforces racism. Therefore the libbers propose that we substitute person everywhere where white now occurs. Sensitive speakers of our secretary tongue of course find this preposterous. There is great beauty to a phrase such as "All whites are created equal." Our forebosses who framed the Declaration of Independence well understood the poetry of our language. Think how ugly it would be to say "All persons are created equal," or "All whites and blacks are created equal." Besides, as any schoolwhitey can tell you, such phrases are redundant. In most contexts, it is self-evident when white is being used in an inclusive sense, in which case it subsumes members of the darker race just as much as fairskins. There is nothing denigrating to black people in being subsumed under the rubric white--no more than under the rubric person. After all, white is a mixture of all the colors of the rainbow, including black. Used inclusively, the word white has no connotations whatsoever of race. Yet many people are hung up on this point. A prime example is Abraham Moses, one of the more vocal spokeswhites for making such a shift. For years, Niss Moses, autheroon of the well-known negrist tracts "A Handbook of Nonracist Writing" and "Words and Blacks," has had nothing better to do than go around the country making speeches advocating the downfall of "racist language" that ble objects to. But when you analyze bler objections, you find they all fall apart at the seams. Niss Moses says that words like chairwhite suggest to people--most especially impressionable young whiteys and blackeys--that all chairwhites belong to the white race. How absurd! It is quite obvious, for instance, that the chairwhite of the League of Black Voters is going to be a black, not a white. Nobody need think twice about it. As a matter of fact, the suffix white is usually not pronounced with a long `i' as in the noun white, but like `wit,' as in the terms saleswhite, freshwhite, penwhiteship, first basewhite, and so on. It's just a simple and useful component in building race-neutral words. But Niss Moses would have you sit up and start hollering "Racism!" In fact, Niss Moses sees evidence of racism under every stone. Ble has written a famous article, in which ble vehemently objects to the immortal and poetic words of the first white on the moon, Captain Nellie Strongarm. If you will recall, whis words were: "One small step for a white, a giant step for whitekind." This noble sentiment is anything but racist; it is simply a celebration of a glorious moment in the history of White. Another of Niss Moses's shrill objections is to the age-old differentiation of whites from blacks by the third-person pronouns whe and ble. Ble promotes an absurd notion: that what we really need in English is a single pronoun covering both races. Numerous suggestions have been made, such as pe, tey, and others. These are all repugnant to the nature of the English language, as the average white in the street will testify, even if whe has no linguistic training whatsoever. Then there are the advocates of usages such as "whe or ble," "whis or bler," and so forth. This makes for monstrosities such has the sentence "When the next president takes office, whe or ble will have to choose whis or bler cabinet with great care, for whe or ble would not want to offend any minorities." Constrast this with the spare elegance of the normal way of putting it, and there is no question which way we ought to speak. There are, of course, some yapping black libbers who advocate writing bl/whe everywhere, which, aside from looking terrible, has no reasonable pronunciation. Shall be say blooey all the time when we simply mean whe? Who wants to sound like a white with a chronic sneeze? . . . I would merely point out to the overzealous that there are some extravagant notions about language that should be recognized for what they are: cheap attempts to let dogmatic, narrow minds enforce their views on the speakers lucky enough to have inherited the richest, most beautiful and flexible language on earth, a language whose traditions run back through the centuries to such deathless poets as Milton, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Keats, Walt Whitwhite, and so many others. Our language owes an incalculable debt to these whites for their clarity of vision and expression, and if the shallow minds of bandwagon-jumping negrists succeed in destroying this precious heritage for all whites of good will, that will be, without any doubt, a truly female day in the history of Northern White. -Douglas Hofstadter in Metamagical Themas.
But he isn't really a sphere, is he? I mean, you can see his profile pic. It's a cube. A gelatinous cube. He can SAY he is a sphere, but who is he fooling? Spoiler: I completely agree with Asphere. This post is to make a point, and does not reflect my views, which are that people should be free to do, say and be anything that they want, as long as it does not cause serious pain or harm to others.
Furio would shoot Vyv in the knee, then pull the stars out of his forehead with a pair of pliers, casually kicking Vyv's cricket bat out of the way, then he would pull out his phone to tell Tony how it went. While he talked, Vyv would say something in Punk, then smack Furio through the wall with the severed leg from the front of his car. Furio would then shoot him in the head. Vyv would lurch around for a while, then say 'It was bound to happen sooner or later" and lie down for a while. Draw.
I'm a game dev student. It's young people like you who give me hope for the future.
Well written. Poignant. Transparent. I love this series. There is nothing on Paizo.com I look forward to more.
When you hear advice about which course you should do to get a career that pays well, be aware that millions of other people are getting the same advice. My advice to you, is to study what you want to, without regard to the end and choose a cheap, effective venue. The skill that matters most to the employer of the future is the ability to learn new skills. You will probably find that something that gets you excited will allow you to go further, regardless of what people say about a dearth of jobs. You want to get a masters in archaeology, with a dash of geology? Go for it! When you are done, you can get work in that field, or, more likely, fall sideways into an unrelated career that opens up for you. But the years you spent doing what you love will be well-spent. My recommendation is to take a hard science, like engineering, because you can only really do hard sciences at a university, but History can be done on your own. I am currently in my second year of a History and Classics degree at the University of London. It is a correspondence course. There are specialised fora for this sort of inquiry. I trust you are just asking everywhere, to see what bounces back. TLDR: Do something you love to do, then find someone to pay you to do it.
Postscript. Go to Asia if you can. The Sun is setting on the American Empire, and the Rising Dragons need you.
I agree with the child in the video. No homo sapiens are ever going to a heaven.
My son is nearly three. He is already in kindergarten, and loves it. He knows the alphabet and is starting to learn bo-po-mo-fo, can speak Mandarin and English, and is getting introduced to addition and subtraction. The kindergarten sends a different book home with him each week from their library, which is then read at home and at kindy. They focus on art, with pottery, painting, drawing and crafts. He comes home each week with a new thing he made. He starts at eight in the morning, and leaves at seven at night. He does 100 piece jigsaw puzzles at school and home. Discipline is clear and firm. There are no grey areas. He has two nap-times, and three meals. When we pick him up, he is happy. He is happy when we drop him off. I walk past the playground sometimes during the morning, and always see happy children playing well together. I live in Taiwan. They don't send kids home. They deal with them fairly, but firmly.
I think the only marriages that should be legal are the ones that are in the bible. Between a virgin and her rapist.
Enough with this modern perversion of the Lord's will. We need to get back to the fundamentals.
Invite Monte Cook around Outback. Alternately, hire the man.
Garrett. Good call.
For Savith Yi, I am using these:
And these see good use too:
Anything larger than giant should probably not be represented by a flat plane. What I think would work, would be rectangular prisms with artwork on four sides, that can fold flat, or be a box for other pawns. A collosal, four sided box that holds other pawns. That solves the problem of needing a gargantuan or collosal base for an A5 picture. Octagonal prisms would work too, allowing the art to wrap on three sides.
This is a product thread. Please would the parties involved in this dispute take it to another thread, or better yet, just stop.
I eagerly await my set of minis, and am also excited for the case we ordered.
Marry that woman.
but actually really suck when you get a good look at them?Explain to me how are you able to determine if something sucks by just looking at the stat block, instead than trying it in a actual game situation and not a theoretical one. The same way you can know a girl is crazy without marrying her.
Best edition parody yet has been >>this one<< from LRR.
They say marraige is an institution. So why do so many people want to spend the rest of their lives in an institution? Regular meals and clean linen.
I want: A glossary of nautical/naval/piratical terms.
I completely disagree. My name is Taliesin Hoyle.
My brother is Phoenix Hoyle.
I have close friends called: Zeus Darvall.
All of these names are unusual or distinctive, and we are all glad to have them. There are swarms of Johns and Peters. There are few of us.
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Three more Gelik jokes for you. 1) A priestess of Lamashtu is walking into a cavern with a little boy and a little girl. The little boy says "Why are we going into these dark caves?" "To give offerings to Lamashtu" She says. The little girl says "I'm scared!" "You're scared? I have to walk back out of these caves alone!" 2) A destitute halfling is begging in Egorian. He sees a pretty Chelish lady and calls out "Miss, Miss, could you give me a loaf of bread or a few coppers for my wife and little ones?" The lady stops and considers him suspiciously. "Why are they so cheap?" 3) in a churchyard. The morning sun shone brightly and the dew was still on the grass. "Ah, this is the weather that makes things spring up," remarked a passer-by casually to an old gentleman seated on a bench. "Hush!" replied the old gentleman. "I've got three wives buried here."
Mali Music - Bamako (Damon Albarn) I use Philip Glass extensively for AP background music. The best authentic stuff I have is from this company:
I have a few ideas for you. Have a binary system, that is further away than our sun is, and which goes through a cycle where it issues more radiation during some decades. If the sun sometimes scoured the surface, civilisations would need to dig warrens and holes and dungeons for the 'bright death' times, causing lots of excuses for spelunking. Have the zodiac as deities.
for a spoiler, simply type {spoiler] Del is a guy [/spoiler] But replace the { with a [
Rejoice, for a pathfinder character generator has come! Pathfinder Character generator, and spell list generator. Spread the good word. Sample output here: Spoiler: STRATOS KOPTEROS
Level 0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic
I despise and loathe spelljammer as much as I do the first Dungeons & Dragons movie. I would rather watch a Wayans brothers marathon, while drinking yak blood, than play in a setting that has spaceships made of wood filled with hippopotami packing matchlocks. Just my opinion.
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