WritesNaughtyStories

I know the Capheus engine from the Traveller clone and know that Sword ports it to fantasy, beyond that I have no opinion.

The real question is, is "dropping" your sword behind you, bending over to pick it up and wiggling your ass at the villain a Tits or Uhhm roll?

It's available on Scribd but it's a two column PDF than renders like shit on mobile. From a quick scan it appears not to be super interested in actual bimbo behavior so much as appearance. It kind of takes Frazetta and Vallejo at face value - Red Sonja is competent and her chainmail bikini works. It seems to be more self aware campy fun than anything else. Probably a good fit here.

Oh, we'll have you...

I've missed you, friend. I don't know that the world is any better, as the Cenobite Face said, "I've become inured to the pain." He went on to suggest swapping the staples he held the skin on his face with for screws but was concerned the aesthetics weren't right. I have not fallen that far. Yet. But it's only Wednesday. How are you, Izzy?

A throw back vibe to the stoned and glorious years of my misspent youth! Greg Porter's marvelous trilogy: Macho Women with Guns, Renegade Nuns on Wheels and Bat-Winged Bimbos from Hell. It's not precisely the same thing or a game I know, but sure, fuck it, I'm in.

All right, who wants to play a game? I have clawed my way back and my fingers are bloody, my nails are split and all I can taste is dirt and bile, but I am back and I'm sick of not writing.

No but it becomes a horror if it consumes you and the want for light is extinguished as well. Would that I could gather so many of our virtual friends for dinner - vegan okay for everyone?

I'm in a similar place and I think it may be the slow, constant ache of our current social collapse.

There are fairly easy ways to mark sessions in a play-by-post environment. Story arc, scene, or set it to a flat passage of time (or, if you're a dickhead, number of posts). I remember now that I've heard the Final Fantasy comparison before and that's why I haven't dug into it any deeper: I have never played a Final Fantasy game.

Fabula Ultima is a name I hearca lot but haven't actually dug into even a little bit. Can you give me a quick overview, @DreamsnThings?

So, with the Apocalypse World debacle behind us, is there some other game we'd all like to play? What's everyone playing with their regular IRL group? At my table it's been the new edition of TMNT. Super fun if you're into 80's camp and the kind of dark humor that permeated the comics. And you're willing to play Paladium's admittedly wonky system. I've always loved it, so I'm having a great time.

My phone's unlock screen. @MissKassDM me and I'll try to ruin your attention to your virtual meetings.

My plate is overfilled at the moment, but PM after the weekend, by which time I'm pretty sure something will have ended one way or another. I love the Roommates idea in particular - I think there's some really fun, interesting and maybe romantic things to do with that.

"Ok," I say, with a little nod, "let's get you strong and ready for the world." You're light skin begins to glow as you ride and I'm torn between attraction and jealousy. I have never felt pretty, gods how I want to be, but I'm muscular and my boobs are little. I desperately want to say I can be your friend, but it wouldn't be professional. Instead I smile, trying to look encouraging but feeling more awkward. My watch beeps, "That's two minutes, Sonia." I point to the row of light punching bags, "Let's start with the basics." I teach you the basics of punching and guide you through several minutes of short drills, letting you shake your arms out after each set. "Here," I say, my voice shaking a bit as I rub your shoulders, "it takes a little while to get used to." We work a few more minutes before I suggest we stop, "I don't think your father wants me to turn you into a fighter, so let's work on how to get away if someone grabs you." This terrifies me - it means I have to grab you. The thought of feeling you against me is electric and I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Are you ready?" I ask, my cheeks flushed. I'm thankful for my darker complexion that helps conceal my blush. I move behind you and grab you, my chest tight, cheeks hot and words unsteady as I tell you what to do. The first time, I give the instructions slowly. One step. Let you do it until you get it right before moving on to the next. Your warmth and weight are delicious against me. And I repeat it. This time moving through the steps a little quicker.

Isn't it the sHeets?

Isn't he talking to Autobots when he says that?

How long have Megatron and Optimus Prime been fucking?

Is it death or transformation?

What evidence is there, give that we started at 'too much is never enough', that excess is bad?

Why is it that too much is never enough?

Is that enough variety?

@Warning, I apologize for handling this the way I did. I will not, however, run this game with you in it. Your contempt for me, my time and efforts to run the game properly and for all the players is clear.