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Out of Song With Curve
Hey there, all...
This morning I woke up in a retreat position. I don't really feel like talking to anyone, or socializing, or doing much besides shelving books, coming home and locking myself into my room. There's Aubrin's game tonight, but I think I'll back out of that as I've lost the taste for gaming right now.
A lot of this came from the Changeling game last night. I have this reputation for 'stupid and random' things popping up in my games a lot, but what most people don't recognize is that every single random thing I put in my game is a symbol, a clue, a piece of the puzzle about what's going on. You see a deer with a frying pan, cooking someone's face in it? It's a riddle; you may not know what the heck it means now, but in time you will.
I'm not claiming to be the world's greatest Storyteller. I have problems painting the picture as clearly as I would like, so the players know exactly what's going on. I also feed on the reactions from my players; if one of them isn't into it, I can sense it and it just pulls the entire game out from under me. I get very disillusioned with the whole thing, and the flaws I have just punch up. I ended the game early last night because one of my players was organizing his Magic: the Gathering collection and another (well, this is kind of legitimate) was worried about female trouble. He broke up with his brand new gf later that night.
This sounds like an "They don't understand my genius" rant, but it's not. :) About half of it is just bad delivery. I'd love to work on it but at this point I'm too tired with it to bother. I think I'll just drop the game entirely, and save the idea for a short story, or an on-line Changeling game. The idea will have to go through refining, though.
I watched The Green Mile last night, and it made me feel better and worse at the same time. Spending a bit of time with 2 was good, but that was a truly, truly sad movie. Something beautiful just gets cut down for no reason at all, just because of someone's carelessness and malice. It's very easy to feel hopeless in the face of all that hate.
Boomer Express looks like it's gearing up for a five-time-a-week run. Tyrnn and I don't really have the best communication going right now, but I'm almost done with the rest of February, so I'll send in a list of questions and concerns when I send that off to him. I was hoping to give him a bit of time to make a surplus of strips, but eh...I don't even know if I'm really what he wants right now.
I hate mornings where my self-confidence is undermined. I just want to curl up in bed and feel sorry for myself. :P
This morning I woke up in a retreat position. I don't really feel like talking to anyone, or socializing, or doing much besides shelving books, coming home and locking myself into my room. There's Aubrin's game tonight, but I think I'll back out of that as I've lost the taste for gaming right now.
A lot of this came from the Changeling game last night. I have this reputation for 'stupid and random' things popping up in my games a lot, but what most people don't recognize is that every single random thing I put in my game is a symbol, a clue, a piece of the puzzle about what's going on. You see a deer with a frying pan, cooking someone's face in it? It's a riddle; you may not know what the heck it means now, but in time you will.
I'm not claiming to be the world's greatest Storyteller. I have problems painting the picture as clearly as I would like, so the players know exactly what's going on. I also feed on the reactions from my players; if one of them isn't into it, I can sense it and it just pulls the entire game out from under me. I get very disillusioned with the whole thing, and the flaws I have just punch up. I ended the game early last night because one of my players was organizing his Magic: the Gathering collection and another (well, this is kind of legitimate) was worried about female trouble. He broke up with his brand new gf later that night.
This sounds like an "They don't understand my genius" rant, but it's not. :) About half of it is just bad delivery. I'd love to work on it but at this point I'm too tired with it to bother. I think I'll just drop the game entirely, and save the idea for a short story, or an on-line Changeling game. The idea will have to go through refining, though.
I watched The Green Mile last night, and it made me feel better and worse at the same time. Spending a bit of time with 2 was good, but that was a truly, truly sad movie. Something beautiful just gets cut down for no reason at all, just because of someone's carelessness and malice. It's very easy to feel hopeless in the face of all that hate.
Boomer Express looks like it's gearing up for a five-time-a-week run. Tyrnn and I don't really have the best communication going right now, but I'm almost done with the rest of February, so I'll send in a list of questions and concerns when I send that off to him. I was hoping to give him a bit of time to make a surplus of strips, but eh...I don't even know if I'm really what he wants right now.
I hate mornings where my self-confidence is undermined. I just want to curl up in bed and feel sorry for myself. :P