Ok I know this rant belongs in what should be calledWTF WOTC!!! But seriously WTF!?!?!?!?! What I remember the last thing I heard something like this Metallica(r or TM) and the RIAA was taking on napster. And most of know what happened after that. I got the email at 0433 local time which I live in Iowa so do the math 2 hours ahead of pst. I feel that this move is going to kill WOTC, so if you have stocks in Hasbro SELL, SELL, SELL!!! this quarter proftit is going to be down a lot. Now for those who want to say this is only going to effect a small percentage of their market, look to all the pre-4e, hell even pre-3.Xe that Paizo sells. This goes to every D&D edition that includes of course the TSR era. And for those of you poor souls in other parts of the world who are waking up to this info well after the deadline, I feel sorry for you not getting your chance to pick up what you wanted/needed to. Also those press releases and the order to stop selling pdf went out only yesterday (April 6, 2009) and today is April 7,2009 talk about short notice. Less than 24 hrs, hell I think less than 12 hours notice that is serriously f&+!ed up.
rant over.
I'm trying to be friendlier. So, when I saw someone from college that I used to hang out with today getting out of the subway, I said 'hey!' as they were almost walking by. So we talked for a very uncomfortable minute and when we were parting ways, he put his hand up either in a wave or a high five. So I went for the high five. Sue me, I'm a spazz.
You know what's worse than a limp handshake? A limp high five transitioning into a limp handshake. I seriously wanted to ask for a re-do. "What's your motivation on this high five? I didn't believe that at all!" I mean, I'm not content anymore to just blithely be all,"I don't see that person, even though I saw them recognize me". I'm trying to get past that nonsense. But limp high fives? I'm just glad I didn't go for the Bro Grab. Limp Bro Grabs are worse than limp High Fives.
...But limp high fives? I'm just glad I didn't go for the Bro Grab. Limp Bro Grabs are worse than limp High Fives.
Its cool James. In fact, you have started a >new fad< in human social interaction. Rock!!
^5_
People who are trying to restart the flame war here. While it is interesting to read, it is illogical that you would FIGHT OVER A GAME!!!!!!!!!! :)
EDIT: Oh and that ABC canceled "Pushing Daisies"...
AHHHHHHHHH!!! Poodle slobber!!! I'm gonna get the "Poodle Flu"!!!!
*runs to the nearest cable tv news to overhype "Poodle Flu"*
Poodle flu? Is that what's wrong with me?
Poodle flu? Is that what's wrong with me?
Oh don't worry, some pharmaceutical company out there will have an injection or pill to calm you down shortly. Granted the side effects of said injection or pill will be "Male Pattern Baldness" and infertility, but it will be worth it for you will no longer have the "Poodle Flu"!
And seriously, there's nothing wrong with you that can't be fixed by thinking positively.
I smell the icy tendrils of brainwashing.
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Me???? I'm not brainwashed...for there nothing up there to be washed in the first place!
I have a rant but it might stray from PG-13 ratings, so I'll spoiler it for sensitive types.
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I suppose the moral of the story is: Don’t lend your stuff to people who don’t look after their own stuff well, and possibly not at all!
After *way* too many years, I've taken to just buying myself a new copy of anything I loan out. (Which sometimes fails horribly, as my ordered copy of Ultimate Power sold out before they got to my copy, and they sent me some other book that I already owned as a consolation prize, I guess, and other times backfires spectacularly, so that I now have three copies of Ray Feist's Magician and two copies of Zelazny's Lord of Light, but hey, now I can loan those out without worry!)
It's extra special annoying when you loan someone a game book and find it later on their shelf *with their name written in it.* "I bought this myself." "Then why does it still have *my* character sheets in it?" "Maybe you borrowed it..." [screaming ensues as Set flips out and starts punching him in the junk, while he tries to explain that it was his daughter that colored in the pretty pictures of the Melnibonean and Cthulhoid critters in your original copy of Dieties & Demigods]
My mom is the worst. She borrows stuff and loses it in her non-Euclidean house on the hill. Years later, she says, 'Oh, I found that book, and put it somewhere so I wouldn't lose it, and now I can't find it again...'
I have a rant but it might stray from PG-13 ratings, so I'll spoiler it for sensitive types.
** spoiler omitted **
Sorry to hear it man. Sometimes there's nothing on this earth more annoying than the sound of other people's orgasms. :)
In college, it was not uncommon to make lemons from lemonade and wait until the roommate had to go to class and then hop in his bed with his girlfriend. "She was chilly, really, I was just keeping her warm!"
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I can't stand little league coaches. I don't care of they are like my son's coach and refuses to have practice, or if they are like the coach of the team they played last week who was yelling at his team for not playing hard enough when they are leading by 11 in the second inning. They all seem like pricks this season. We had really good coaches last year, but their kids aged out so now they don't coach any more. I'm really frustrated by it.
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I can't stand little league coaches. I don't care of they are like my son's coach and refuses to have practice, or if they are like the coach of the team they played last week who was yelling at his team for not playing hard enough when they are leading by 11 in the second inning. They all seem like pricks this season. We had really good coaches last year, but their kids aged out so now they don't coach any more. I'm really frustrated by it.
That's because MOST coaches watch WAYYYYY too much ESPN and have forgotten that playing little league is about the kids having fun and not preparing them for a career in the Majors. (For one or tow kids, maybe, but not whole teams.)
ok heres my two rants worth.
First I dont "blame" hasbro or WoTC for what they've doen to D&D as it is now, I blame the WoW type PLAYERS that were whining like kids that had their toys taken away for changing the game into what it is now.
The wizards and clerics are too powerful we need to stop that because it makes my fighter feel BAD!. They wern't saying jake when their fighter or rouge were doing one-swing-one-kill type damage for the first 6-10 lvls but as soon as the other charecters could use spells to single kill stuff with either harm or disintegrate or any of the power word spells then OMG!! we have to change the entire game to make everybody freakin equal. Who in the nine hells said everybody has to be equal.
Never mind the draw backs as far as hit points and attack bonus or feats or anything that was put in place to balance the power of the spell casting charecter the fact that save or die spells have been completly removed from the game is a HUGE rant all on it's own. It dosn't matter that monsters could do save or die stuff (breath weapon anybody) all that mattered was making sure that the melee types wernt emotionally scared for life by having the heal-bot or the old guy that can read stuff take out more npc's in a round than they could.
For those that disagree I respect your opinion but to prove my point look at the spells of 2nd edition then 3rd and then the nerfed crap we have now.
2nd rant. I like to play spell castrs and I roll well. I roll in front of everybody and my dice are checked by the DM before we begin,nobody else's just mine, and I still roll at least one 18 and most times two so because the other players roll crappy I am looked at like I'm a superman charecter. My wizards are generally equal to the fighters because of good con and I take the improved tougness feats they dont. Plus I am playing a charecter that has at least an 18 intell. Of course I'm going to stand at max. crossbow range and fight because if I dont one hit and I'm down possibly even negatives. yet I am looked at like I'm doing somehting wrong because the melee types had to suck up all the healing and I was not even scratched. Not my fault they didnt use terrain for cover and concelment. I think it's what any intel. based charecter would do in a fight.
I do enjoy a good rant. I feel much better now.
Hooray! My abomination... er, creation... lives on! Keep the negative energy flowing, people. :)
I'm a fan of anime and manga, and I'm a fan of D&D, and I hate how annoying that can be on BBoards like this sometimes. The nth time someone talks about how "that anime bull****" ruined D&D" or even "ruined fantasy" in general makes me want to bang my head against the desk.
I hate it when everything wrong with fantasy from Japan is condensed into FF7 and Cloud's big damn sword, as if this one video game character somehow represents the whole of anime created by every single artist and animator. I don't even like FF7 very much. The idea that it is all the same and it's all FF (or Naruto or whatever) crap pisses me off. Sometimes it seems like they're telling the artists and comic writers of an entire nation to "Learn to draw the way we do in the USA or sit down and shut up and keep your crap outta my country."
I hate that it sometimes feels like I should defend the diversity of a favorite interest of mine and the fact that I can love it and still love pulp-style-adventure stuff like Golarion and Pathfinder and don't see a conflict when the aesthetics blend. Part of why I hate this is that there's no flipping point to making an arguement on the internet. It's wasted hot air in text format.
Meh.
Also, the phrase 'Just my two coppers' annoys me. It's like, 'my two cents,' only it thinks it's being cute. But that's just a silly little peeve of mine, & I won't hold it against anyone, really. Just figured I'd toss it out while I was on a roll.
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Ok, I only just found this thread and I like it!
My rant: People who tell you how to play/build your character.
Why in the world do people try and tell you how to make your character? "Why did you take the Winged Template?" "Because I wanted to play a human with wings." "You should play a raptoran."
I want to play a Dragon Disciple? I'm shown a build with 16 natural attacks! I want to play a beta Necromancer, I'm told to play a Universalist!
I know the people doing this are trying to more ecperienced than I am, and that they are trying to help, but it gets really annoying. When I want help I'll ask for it. During the last part of RotRl, I wanted to play something different, but the DM didn't allow anything(i.e. versatility) but alpha. So I decided to play a vampire, but had to use class features to do it. I'm fine with needing help to do that. But when the spells I chose are put down because others are 'better', I was a little angry. Sure the spells might be 'better' but they didn't fit the character concept at all.
I wanted to build a thri-kreen swashbuckler people automatically said "Go for Dervish," even after I told them I was aiming for Red Mantis Assassin. When I told them I was going to use that PrC instead of the one they wanted me to play. everyone at the table began to point out what was 'wrong' with it, and I ended up playing swashbuckler not going for anything.
Or my dragonwrought kobold ninja. I was smart when I built him, I told no one that I was building a ninja. But man when they found out, people went off on me, saying a monk rogue was better and that a rogue was better anyway because sneak attack can be used more often then sudden strike. They stop saying that when he dropped two dretch(we were 4th level) on his own.
So to end this rant, I'd like to say this. I know they are trying to help(in their own irritating way), and I appreciate it. But please, only try to help when I ask for it. Don't try to tell me what my character should do or say or attack with, that's my job. End of rant.
Maybe I'm getting to be too old to be a Texan in the summer time. If I get a prof gig that keeps me here, I need to invest in a pied-a-terre somewhere cool to summer.
Dear God, RAIN please. Cool front, appreciated but optional.
I love San Antone.
Did you eat anywhere good in San Antone?
'cause there's lots of good eatin' in San Antone.
BBQ...now I miss my grill. Had to give it up with the move to the new place.
Wow. Everybody else's weather is terrible. It's nice here; warm but not hot, plenty of rain, but not too much. Wonderful summer. I'd invite you all to Indiana to enjoy, but this thread needs your complaints. Sorry. It's like a dead god being reawoken from all the negative mental energy.
Heh. We finally got a significant amount today in Dallas. Relief!
We'll take whatever else you want to send, though.
Bosses that get jealous and angry at you when you try to move up in the company. If you didn't want me to go to that confernece, THEN WHY DID YOU PICK ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?!?!!!
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Here's a f!@%ing rant for ya:
I work the night shift at a gas station, from four-thirty PM to eleven PM. I am the only person there during my shift. I pump gas, stock coolers, mop floors, and man the register. It can get really f%@~ing crazy.
The convenience store part of the station is a 15' by 30' concrete box with a cashier's booth projecting off of one side, and two restrooms along the adjoining wall. For the first two weeks on the job, I spent a good quarter of my time directing people to the restroom, and it was getting really f@+%ing annoying, so I made a sign.
The sign I made for the restrooms is ten inches by sixteen inches, cardboard, and featuring a giant red-and-black arrow below the word in bold red-and-black block letters. It is positioned directly to the left of the cash register, next to the cigarette prices. And still, for some reason, people feel the need to not only ask where the restrooms are, but also whether we have them at all.
For all you people who missed the clue-by-four:
I just completed Neverwinter Nights 2 for the first time (not the expansions; the original campaign. I know it's been out forever; it takes me a long time to finish off video games). Anyway, the game was excellent; pretty good plot; not too railroady (for a video game); good characters and character interaction; exciting fights. The last three fights in particular were extremely fun. Then...
They skimped on the final voice actor!
The game plays a little slideshow to explain the aftermath of the campaign, but rather than having any one of the numerous decent voice actors throughout the rest of the game, they get someone who sounds like a guy they drug in off the street, handed some lines, and said "Here, read this into the microphone." The narrator sounded bored. All the adrenaline I built up completing the game... for that?
It's a minor thing, but it still irritates me. And this thread needs fuel! :)
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Why does my dad have to be such a f&#~ing moron?
A bit of preface. I was raised (by my mother) to be respectful of both of my parents. As an aside, I am currently jobless.
That said.
My dad is a flipping moron! One example: our basement is windowless (no window wells) and it's pitch dark down there without lights on. The kitty litter boxes are in the basement. I have them in a closed room (the door has a doggy door so the kitties can get in and out) and I keep the light on so that they can see.
Dad keeps turning the f&@+ing light off! I've told him time and time again that cats cannot see in pitch blackness. But nooooooo, 'it costs money to keep the light on' it's a 20 f%&#ing watt bulb. It's like a dollar a month! I've written Excel spreadsheets to prove to his damn ass that it only costs like $5 a day to power our whole damn property. I've attempted to pay the f~~$wad (from my meager-at-best savings) so the kitties can have some light. I feel that $10 a month is more than enough to cover the cost of a damn light. But noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, he'd much rather be a total f%*@tard about it.
*facepalm*
How my mother stayed with him for 20 years is beyond me. I've only been living with him alone for two months and I already want to leave (but I can't afford to do so)!
F@#~ my life!
My first day back at work from vacation was weird, mostly because of outside-of-work stuff. At around 11, I got a text message from a girl I used to see. After she stopped talking to me a year and a half ago, she wants to get together for coffee while she's in town. It's so strange how quickly my body just went completely jittery with anxiety. All while I stared at the phone in dull incomprehension. I'm keeping an eye on my kidneys, just in case that's what she's after. I sincerely can't imagine another reason for her to see me.
I'm a hydrocephalic baby in a jar, for Christ's sake. You do the math.
I also took five years off of my life by using spray paint in an enclosed space without a mask. Air shafts are not that well ventilated, it turns out.
Almost as great as that one time I accidentally ingested turpentine.
I don't need to do any of that chemical stuff. The previous women of my life have shaved off more years than I could have possibly afforded to lose...thankfully, my wife will preserve whatever is left.
Why does my dad have to be such a f#*%ing moron?
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Just remember that when you get older you will turn into him.
Having said that, get a motion detector thingy to put down near the kitty door. Then, the light will only come on while they are in there.