Mothership ... rpg plus

 I received my paper copies of Mothership rpg! I bought pretty much everything on the Mothership website. So, I got much more than just the game; a couple of senareos, one shots and 'zines. The one-shots are great - in pamphlet format!

I looked through the rules. d10 system with a panic mechanic. Reminds me of Alien RPG - but only the panic. Dice system is different. Obviously a sci-fi survival rpg is going to have panic.

I think I'll have to read through the rules a few times to see if I like it. I probably will. It's roll under system with saves and opposed rolls.

I can't seem to get enough rpg content. I'm enamored with them. I've been reading through Lamentations of the Flame princess core book today too. I like how in LotFP the combat choices are for everyone (pretty much). What I mean by that your choices aren't really taken from a list on your character sheet (unless it's a spell). In 5e, each class of character has a bunch of stuff to do. The only special things different classes can do is magic or a couple interesting attack options. And I really like how the AC changes depending on when/how you're attacking.

I'm constantly coming up with tweaks and ideas for rpgs and I hope I get motivated enough to write them down.

I need to write better content before I start attaching Lables and Search Descriptions

surprised

 BTW, I'm astounded that this blog still exists. I'm also surprised that there's been about 1500 view total. ever. Of course. They are probably all robots. Well, not all. The other view are me, checking if there are views.

8 years?!

[Eight] years! [Eight] years, man! Where've you been for [eight] years? 

I freaked out ... I joined th...

Some things have been coming to my mind and I've been wanting to write them down. But I don't really have an avenue. Then I remembered I had this!

Something no one will see.

Maybe unless they dig deep within the bowels of the internet. ... But they won't read it.

Maybe. Someone. Will.

Thank you, someone.

Some of the thoughts that have been rattling around behind my eyes are trivial. I'm being kind to myself. At best; trivial.

I was thinking on how useful fanny packs can be. I've never owned one but it seems like an easy thought exercise to imagine owning and even using a fanny pack. Then, here's the small eureka moment. Just as momentous as your finger breaking through the paper. ... Are fanny packs just our version of a sporran. The pocket pouch worn by the Scotts when they wear their sweet kilts.

I think the fanny pack is a newer, crappier sporran. Now. What is the modern day kilt? Answer; athletic shorts. or at least polyester blend athletic pants. It must be.

The image of ancient scotts in athletic shorts and fanny packs has distracted me. I've forgotten the other things I wanted to write about.

I, like many others, have an opinion on things and I am entertained by talking or writing about them. I've recently become enamored with D&D and other similar rpg games. I'm flabbergasted by the amount of 'television' shows. Disappointed with movies. Disgusted with the year that was 2020. I wish disco was never corrupted. Enraged by hypocrites. Disheartened by our absolute failure. ... but there's a bit of hope. There are some small steps in a better direction.

I admit. I quite like not having to shake anyone's hand. And I like I don't have to make up excuses to stay home. The global crisis that some ignore and make worse has done that for me.

Almost obvious

I'm wondering where my Cigarette post went. I also remember saving it on my computer here but it's gone from there too. Some mistake has erased it from my computer (perhaps) and the blog. No big loss I suppose. I was almost in the mood to write in this today, in fact I opened I started to log on then was interrupted. Since that interruption I am no longer in the mood to write but have forced myself to write something since I was already logged in. There I go ending a sentence with a preposition. I'm making the cliche of talking about talking. Or writing about writing. And stating the obvious. I always tend to think that caffeine doesn't effect me. But it obviously does. Not so much in the brain but in the body. Effects in the body are more obvious to me but if I consider other things the subtle effects of the brain are evident. eating crap food is pretty obvious too how it effects me. Still, it's the comforting effect of the food while eating it that makes it so good. Afterwards the self hate kicks in and the laziness. Fat is just so much easier to get that good food. Fat and Caffeine. Keep you sedated but awake enough that you don't realize it. This is indeed a bunch of crap you probably don't care about.

You know what I could go for?

I used to go for a ride on my bike a lot. I don't mean motorcycle. I mean the good machine powered by human. Fill that sucker up with cookies and it was good to go all day. I'd ride the same streets everyday. I didn't even think to think I'd mind it. "I'm going for a bike ride, Mom!" I'd shout at the door while I'm leaving. She'd be in another room or not. Either way the door'd be close before she finished saying "Okay, be careful." I'd be gone hours. All over town. Once I wanted to ride out to my girlfriends house which was quite far. My friends were game. I always remember it was 10 miles away but now that I think of it, I don't think it was that far. Maybe 5. I remember thinking that it probably wasn't a good idea since there were no sidewalks for the majority of the way and I didn't have a chance to tell my Mom. We went anyway. It was kind of disappointing once we got there. Sure the ride was trying at times and the surprise visit, of which I'm a big fan, was fun but it felt twisted and awkward while we were there. My friends were oddly quite. We didn't really stay that long that I remember. A couple weeks later that girlfriend broke it off with me and went out with one of my friends who rode out there with me that day. After a while she went out with the other friend too. I still miss my bike rides.

late nights

Or early mornings or never ending days. They all are melding together into one big wad of events that I get mixed up with in my head. Something reminds you of another that seemed to be so close by but it was a while ago. Confused head is a bad thing.
Today was more of the same but it wasn't as exciting as the day before. I kind of think this vague talk about what I do is getting tired and may not be that exciting to read. I might resort to talking about what I watched or read. The day before I yelled at someone. When I think about times I became angry I usually get angry again. But this time I think about it and I can see it. At the time I went black and lashed out but calmed down quickly. That was how I used to be, filled with anger, and I don't really want to be anymore. The sarcastic, calm, collected, with a little bit of a mean side, and sort of humorous is who I want to be. I want to be the one who is even and steady.
Must sleep, I'll have to little of it tomorrow already. I'll have to rely on a can to keep me with it.

payout

Today was a good day. I'm high on whatever it is good feeling are made. Lots of things aren't going well but that isn't my fault. I just give bad news I don't make it happen. Sure, I have to deal with it and tell other people so they have to deal with it but it isn't my doing. Despite this I was successful in something today and not only did I get it, but I did really well. I feel great. To reward myself I pushed the Question Mark button on the vending machine. Unfortunately I received a Coke Zero for my careless button pushing. I wanted a Sprite but Question Mark button was there instead of Sprite. I did not let this deter my jubilant mood. I drank the shit out of that Zero. Before the horrible after taste kicked in I drowned it out with butterlover pop corn. I did all this while watching my favorite 5 plus year old television show.
I just reread what I just wrote. Learned my lesson. I sound like a little girl. Seriously though, this good mood is odd. It's starting to worry me. I've been like this for a week or more. Something is very wrong. Where's that bitter edge, that scowl, those sardonic comments, the sarcastic overtones to every breath. I think they're still here. They are hiding.

Cigarette

Just a tiny hiatus. No one missed me I’m sure. Someone said the other day that I should have a blog. I didn’t tell him I did already. I’m not too sure when he said that it was a compliment. I was feeling bored and asked someone else where they were from. They were also bored and decided to not be forthright. So, I made up their life story there. It entertained the crowd. I’ve also been watching Californication which has sort of inspired me to write. Though, when I finally decided to get on this site I’m not much in the mood for it. This will explain all the short sentences and lack of more elaborate descriptive words. I’m thankful for spell check by the way. I’ve been thinking the last few hours and all that thinking has led me to want a cigarette. If only I could have one without the acrid post cigarette smell and the increased chance of lung cancer. I have tonight and about 6 hours tomorrow to reconsider. Only then will I have a chance to get one. I’m looking forward to my decision.