It's true. Nick Logue is hanging up his pen for good and all. I'm doing it because I can't take it anymore.
What can't I take? Well, it's not the torture porn threads, or personal attacks likening my work to puerile garbage...in fact, those make me smile. I can't take that of all the horrible offenses I included in Hook Mountain Massacre, the one I was giddily looking forward to seeing the most ink on hasn't gotten any. A cheap cheap shot at two of my fellow Pathfinder designers goes completely unnoticed...all because Mammy flashed her tit.
Richard Pett writes me into Scuttlecove as a naked deformed baby and not only do we get a fantastic thread out of it, but we got fan art to boot (you know who you are!).
So that's it. I'm done. Unless someone pipes up in furor over my latest rude slander of my peers (in Hook Mountain Torture Porn), I'm out of bizness. This will be especially disappointing to all the excellent folks who signed on to patron Blood of the Gorgon, but hey, a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do what a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do.
Been nice gaming with you all.
I'm really confused but I'm running low on sleep and its 2:30 am. I think this is humorous, but if its not I just want to say that you are one of my favorite game designers and it would be a true shame if you quit the RPG design biz. I'll read this over again tomorrow and see if it makes more sense to me then but pardon my addled brain for tonight =S
I missed the slander sorry.
I assume it was against Pett & Vaughn?
Someone must have noticed it? anyone?
Perhaps you need to be more prolific in your RPG design production AND less subtle in your slander.
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Nick - you could at least be more specific. Let me know what the slanderous episodes are and I'll take my copy of Hook Mountain out of the hermetically-sealed quarantine chamber in which I keep my collection of festering vileness, I'll slap on the lead-lined gloves and safety goggles, and I'll flick through the said volume of bare-mammaried depravity looking for slanderous, though obviously cunningly concealed, references to you colleagues/enemies.
Just looked through HMM again... and found the jab at Vaughan and Pett :)
Page 30. An ogre who thinks himself a poet (Gragavan). The ogre uses the headless body of a simpleton ranger named Petter (whose poetry was even more puerile than the ogre's) as a bloody paintbrush to write poetry on the walls. LOL!
Hopefully Mr. Logue isn't really thinking of quitting... I'm sure many people, including myself, would be very disappointed.
~confused look~ Ummmmmm.... WTF? ~shakes my head~ Don't quit, Nick. We do like your work and want you to continue.
Just looked through HMM again... and found the jab at Vaughan and Pett :)
Page 30. An ogre who thinks himself a poet (Gragavan). The ogre uses the headless body of a simpleton ranger named Petter (whose poetry was even more puerile than the ogre's) as a bloody paintbrush to write poetry on the walls. LOL!
Hopefully Mr. Logue isn't really thinking of quitting... I'm sure many people, including myself, would be very disappointed.
Whew! Evil Genius lives up to his moniker! I'm back in the biz folks! Thanks Evil! I needed that. :-)
To those of you I needlessly worried!: Dang funny doesn't always read over the internet! I was only joking about quitting. Just wanted to make sure my dirty mud-slinging at Greg and Rich didn't go unnoticed! ;-)
I'll never quit this biz...if for no other reason than the readers are the finest quality human beings on the planet. Love to you all.
My first thought was to go look for a couple of inbred ogres playing mig-a-mug tug :)
Whew! Evil Genius lives up to his moniker! I'm back in the biz folks! Thanks Evil! I needed that. :-)
...dude, it's three in the morning, and I have an exciting day of figuring out how to jury-rig a bunch of electronics while my football team loses the NFC championship game. And I haven't had any booze tonight.
Please, don't mess with my head so much. There isn't enough asprin or liquor in my house to deal with drama like this.
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I, for one, am shocked - shocked I tell you - by the description of room B18 of Fort Rannick in "Hook Mountain Massacre."
Allow me to quote:
One of the few literate Kreegs, this is Gragavan, an ogre who fancies himself something of a poet. Shortly after taking the keep, Gragavan found that one of the Black Arrows, a lanky mumbling simpleton named Petter, kept a diary of utterly inane “poetry” that proved even more puerile than his own. He promptly hooked off the ranger’s head and has been using his putrefying corpse as a calligraphy brush ever since.
Clearly this is a thinly-veiled attempt at slandering the illustrious Messrs. Vaughan and Pett and their oeuvre. Puerile, Mr. Logue? Utterly inane? I am reminded, sir, of the proverb of the pot and the kettle.
Greg A. Vaughan using the lifeless body of Richard Pett as a paintbrush, and holding him by the mig-a-mug, no less? For shame, Mr. Logue, for shame!
I can only hope that the worthy Mr. Stephen S. Greer has not been referenced in such a manner somewhere else in the dreck that is "Hook Mountain Massacre."
If I still lived in America, I would write my congressman!
I, for one, am shocked - shocked I tell you - by the description of room B18 of Fort Rannick in "Hook Mountain Massacre."
Allow me to quote:
One of the few literate Kreegs, this is Gragavan, an ogre who fancies himself something of a poet. Shortly after taking the keep, Gragavan found that one of the Black Arrows, a lanky mumbling simpleton named Petter, kept a diary of utterly inane “poetry” that proved even more puerile than his own. He promptly hooked off the ranger’s head and has been using his putrefying corpse as a calligraphy brush ever since.Clearly this is a thinly-veiled attempt at slandering the illustrious Messrs. Vaughan and Pett and their oeuvre. Puerile, Mr. Logue? Utterly inane? I am reminded, sir, of the proverb of the pot and the kettle.
Greg A. Vaughan using the lifeless body of Richard Pett as a paintbrush, and holding him by the mig-a-mug, no less? For shame, Mr. Logue, for shame!
I can only hope that the worthy Mr. Stephen S. Greer has not been referenced in such a manner somewhere else in the dreck that is "Hook Mountain Massacre."
If I still lived in America, I would write my congressman!
Now we're talking! This is awesome! Keep it coming!
So, instead of writing torture porn, Mr. Logue could just write porn? I would be afraid to ask what the treasure tables would be...
In fact, I would be appalled! Shame on you, dirty Mr. Logue!!! The Styes are cleaner than ye!
The Styes are cleaner than ye!
That's the highest compliment anyone's ever paid me on these boards. Thanks Genius! You are racking up awesome points tonight!
Indeed! I've bought into the Blood of the Gorgon just so I can prevent your putrescent, gag-inducing, tabloid-quality taint from corrupting any more innocent civilians' minds! Oh, I've also notified numerous conservative activist groups of your odorous presence!
PS: Sea Wyvern's Wake was 10x better than.. well.. whatever adventure you wrote for the STAP (which was so inane the title has slipped my mind!).
Hoorah!
Er, what cheap shot - how dare you take cheap shots at me without emailing and telling me you've done so.
Not that we ever do that of course.
Anyway I thought the baby was quite cute in a clive barker way.
Where's Vaughn?
PS: Sea Wyvern's Wake was 10x better than.. well.. whatever adventure you wrote for the STAP (which was so inane the title has slipped my mind!).
He's taken a swing at it - my word its a beauty.
It looks like.
It is!
A six by heavens!
A palpable six!
Mnaaaaaaar
Remembers Crimson Throne submission by enemy.
Goes away to make breakfast quietly...
The Styes are cleaner than ye!second that. can you give me the refference now?
You got it Pen! Thanks for the dirty words!
EDIT: Also, Blood of the Gorgon shall be decidedly mature...as mature as the patrons want in fact...especially since it's not for public consumption, so really, I can be as evil as I (and the patrons) want me to be. YAY!
Indeed! I've bought into the Blood of the Gorgon just so I can prevent your putrescent, gag-inducing, tabloid-quality taint from corrupting any more innocent civilians' minds! Oh, I've also notified numerous conservative activist groups of your odorous presence!
PS: Sea Wyvern's Wake was 10x better than.. well.. whatever adventure you wrote for the STAP (which was so inane the title has slipped my mind!).
Excellent! Thank you sir! May I have another!!!
:-)
^o^
((As an aside, I'm really looking forward to Blood of the Gorgon. Urban adventures are schweet!))
^o^
((As an aside, I'm really looking forward to Blood of the Gorgon. Urban adventures are schweet!))
Me too! Should be excellent good times! I'm mulling over a few long blog entries for next week actually...that's what I'm doing up so late in fact! Rock the Gorgon!
Threatening to quit and shocking half of europe on a rainy sunday morning just to fish for compliments?
This is disgusting, Mr. Logue!
;)
Dang. You're right. I was trying to fish for snarly insults, but we all switched gears by accident! Back to derision everyone! ;-)
Haha! So he thinks we will deign to mince words with one whose grasp of the craft is so stunted he resorts to having all his characters running around, tugging on their mig-a-mugs and slipping in the gallons of blood coating every room of the module? I think not!
Ok, before I post this allegory, let’s not have anyone up in arms about how I’m condoning or mocking in any way, mmm’k; I am familiar with the topic and its tendency to incite.
Leaving a game with a message board is something like suicide. You either commit it or attempt it. If you attempt it, you are probably only casting about for attention. Therefore, I assumed this was a farce.
As for the poetic ogre, it’s not bad, but it doesn’t beat the Italian chapel with the artist’s enemies receiving a flaming club enema. A good start though. Escalation time!
Page 30. An ogre who thinks himself a poet (Gragavan). The ogre uses the headless body of a simpleton ranger named Petter (whose poetry was even more puerile than the ogre's) as a bloody paintbrush to write poetry on the walls.
Wow! That was really sweet of you Nick!
I mean here we have this opus of depravity and you put in your fellow game writers as the nicest possible things you could in the adventure. Filth and nastiness pervade and yet you find room to show that Gragavan would never sink to the lowly level of those around him and that Petter will always try and express his artistic vision well above those of his peers. Fantastic! I had no idea you held these two in such esteem. It seems you can't praise them enough!
Now to go and find out what a mig-a-mug REALLY is...
Sean Mahoney
It's true. Nick Logue is hanging up his pen for good and all. I'm doing it because I can't take it anymore.
What can't I take? Well, it's not the torture porn threads, or personal attacks likening my work to puerile garbage...in fact, those make me smile. I can't take that of all the horrible offenses I included in Hook Mountain Massacre, the one I was giddily looking forward to seeing the most ink on hasn't gotten any. A cheap cheap shot at two of my fellow Pathfinder designers goes completely unnoticed...all because Mammy flashed her tit.
Richard Pett writes me into Scuttlecove as a naked deformed baby and not only do we get a fantastic thread out of it, but we got fan art to boot (you know who you are!).
So that's it. I'm done. Unless someone pipes up in furor over my latest rude slander of my peers (in Hook Mountain Torture Porn), I'm out of bizness. This will be especially disappointing to all the excellent folks who signed on to patron Blood of the Gorgon, but hey, a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do what a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do.
Been nice gaming with you all.
I totally noticed and mentioned it, long before these jerks deigned to pity you with their candor. I'll even go find it.
EDIT: Here you go, November 6, 2007, 10:53 PM. Where's my medal, Nick? Where's my parade, deformed baby in a cage?
OK. Now I'm quitting because that rat bastard NickyLoguean didn't slander ME with his subtle jabs. WTF?!
It's true. Nick Logue is hanging up his pen for good and all. I'm doing it because I can't take it anymore.
What can't I take? Well, it's not the torture porn threads, or personal attacks likening my work to puerile garbage...in fact, those make me smile. I can't take that of all the horrible offenses I included in Hook Mountain Massacre, the one I was giddily looking forward to seeing the most ink on hasn't gotten any. A cheap cheap shot at two of my fellow Pathfinder designers goes completely unnoticed...all because Mammy flashed her tit.
Richard Pett writes me into Scuttlecove as a naked deformed baby and not only do we get a fantastic thread out of it, but we got fan art to boot (you know who you are!).
So that's it. I'm done. Unless someone pipes up in furor over my latest rude slander of my peers (in Hook Mountain Torture Porn), I'm out of bizness. This will be especially disappointing to all the excellent folks who signed on to patron Blood of the Gorgon, but hey, a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do what a depressed ignored slander-happy Nick has to do.
Been nice gaming with you all.
I totally noticed and mentioned it, long before these jerks deigned to pity you with their candor. I'll even go find it.
EDIT: Here you go, November 6, 2007, 10:53 PM. Where's my medal, Nick? Where's my parade, deformed baby in a cage?
::Nick puts on a parade with a cavalcade of rainbow hued wolverines and one former Dallas cheerleader (she retired in 1943).::
Ha! James, you are on it! Well done sir!
::Nick goes down to the forge in his basement fully prepared to melt down his old swimming trophies and craft a medal for Keegan::
OK. Now I'm quitting because that rat bastard NickyLoguean didn't slander ME with his subtle jabs. WTF?!
** spoiler omitted **
Oh, you'll get yours Greer...never Feer.
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::Nick puts on a parade with a cavalcade of rainbow hued wolverines and one former Dallas cheerleader (she retired in 1943).::
Ha! James, you are on it! Well done sir!
::Nick goes down to the forge in his basement fully prepared to melt down his old swimming trophies and craft a medal for Keegan::
Don't mess with Texas.
Don't mess with Texas.
::Nick puts on a parade with a cavalcade of rainbow hued wolverines and one former Dallas cheerleader (she retired in 1943).::
Ha! James, you are on it! Well done sir!
::Nick goes down to the forge in his basement fully prepared to melt down his old swimming trophies and craft a medal for Keegan::
Hey Heath, she's still smoking hot at 84 I'll have you know! GGILFs for the win!
That's better. ;)
Texas loves its grammas.
And I love em too. ;-)
I don't know if I should be honoured or insulted that I got sent up in one of Nick's adventures before Steve Greer.
Nothing on the scale of Vaughan and Pett, mind you.
Kroig Shackles,
The Rambling peep-show doorman.
Nothing but love for you Kroig! :-)
Oh, and Tim had a hand in that one as well my friend. It was a team effort! Or maybe just a double team. ;-)
You're on my list for future adventure Shackles...don't you fear.
Nick - you could at least be more specific. Let me know what the slanderous episodes are and I'll take my copy of Hook Mountain out of the hermetically-sealed quarantine chamber in which I keep my collection of festering vileness, I'll slap on the lead-lined gloves and safety goggles, and I'll flick through the said volume of bare-mammaried depravity looking for slanderous, though obviously cunningly concealed, references to you colleagues/enemies.
Don't open the bag Aubrey! It spreads. IT SPRREAAADS!
Well, after reading the latest disturbing comments, maybe quitting isn't that bad as an option, Mr. Logue...;)And I love em too. ;-)That's better. ;)
Texas loves its grammas.
Heh. It might be time, yes?
Hudak would know only this---do they sell male garterbelts anywhere in Sandpoint?