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evilcyclopsxmen:

If you don’t stop trying to befriend me I’m going to explain the Summers family tree at you

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“You know that part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck nine or ten times? Yeah, we’re comin’ up on that pretty quick” is one of the greatest lines in television ever, especially delivered in the first three minutes of a show.

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Whenever your character is not in a scene, you have to leave the room.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit, I’ve played with groups where we enforced this. I guess they wanted to keep player vs. character knowledge as authentic as possible. It made for some fun surprises, ngl.

You can also do this to a certain extent with DM controlled rolls / notes on things like stealth, perception, investigation, etc.

Even if your players are very good at thinking in character, there is a TON of tension that is created when a player takes a note from the DM and just nods rather than the DM saying the same thing out loud for the whole group

As a DM, denial of information can be just as valuable in setting the tone as the information itself

I have in the past occasionally handed someone a note that says “this is a note. Look briefly surprised, then hand this back” and you wouldn’t believe what it does for the paranoia levels of a party who are used to note passing from the GM.

Even better when playing the actual PARANOIA rpg. Especially if the player is the one passing the blank/meaningless note to the GM, who nods sagely, or looks gravely concerned. The delicious angst this creates in the rest of the group is always a delight.

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Me unpacking my new copy of the Dune boardgame:

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It is absolutely batshit that I’ve been running these stupid Risus one-shot adventures every December for half a decade.  And yet, here we are, and once again I close out a year’s tabletop RPG play with a chaotic mess of wild improvisation and half-baked ideas loosely themed to midwinter celebrations.  You can read about previous years adventures here, here, here, and here.  

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ohdebt:

“#please tell me more about kosher vampires”

Okay so. I’m not kosher but I’ve actually read a lot about this (and about being kosher, because even though I make no plans to be kosher, a lot of my characters are Jewish and also kosher). Basically as far as I know, it would be okay I think if consent is obtained and if it’s necessary for survival?

@ all my kosher peeps, help a non-kosher Jew out

Yeah I have a post about it floating around somewhere but bottom line is that you have to drink it directly from the person, and you can’t kill them.

Jury’s still out on whether it’s okay to turn someone into a vampire though.

But what if it’s to save their life?

There was an argument over whether they, after being made a vampire, are halachically the same person as they were before they were turned.

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I wrote a very silly entry to the 200 Word RPG Challenge today, entitled Midlife Crisis on Infinite Earths.  You can read it here, if so inclined.

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myautisticpov:

So, who else here struggled to pick up the “go away, you’re not wanted” social cue as a kid, which has made them so overly cautious as an adult that they end up having cool conversations with cool people but don’t want to be too friendly in case they’re missing the cue, and so end up making those cool people think that you don’t want to be friends with them?

Because, like, this is the Number One Thing that has fucked me up as an adult and I am so grateful to my friends who didn’t stop talking to me while I slowly figured out that, yes, they did actually want to be friends.

Slightly different but Same Energy true story:

As a callow youth in pre-school, I struggled with the concept of Making Friends, so under the advice of my mother, one day I approached a kid during snack time, offered to share my pretzels, and asked if he wanted to be friends.  He told me something to the effect of “go away, weirdo,” and I decided pretty much right there that Reaching Out was a mistake.  Between that and being taught that You Do Not Invite Yourself, my road to at least partly self-imposed social isolation was locked in place before I ever hit primary school.  Which is really cool to still be struggling with after another three and a half decades.

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“ goon:
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amazing
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What a good dog.

drowningxlessons:

goon:

i’m proud of him

amazing

What a good dog.

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