Poetic Musings
Thank you for taking this literary journey with me! Here I post personal thoughts on social issues, reflections about day-to-day living, and of course a healthy amount of stories inspired by the many games I’ve played over the years. I try to update several times a week, and genuinely appreciate the care and support of all who read these words, whether the post is fanciful or heartfelt.
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About-Face
There's a genre of games called action role-playing games, or ARPGs. Often epitomized by Blizzard's Diablo II title, other franchises have leaned heavily into the idea of a fast-paced, kill-monsters-by-the-dozens RPG where loot and gear components play an integral...
A Guide to Wormhole Space (Part 1 of 4)
Most EVE Online pilots stay in the (relative) safety of known space; those systems which appear on thestar map and are regularly connected by stargates. The map of New Eden is relatively unchanging, with systems always linked to neighboring systems in the same...
Offensive Murloc Laning
Alright, fellow fans of the fishiest character in all of Heroes of the Storm. In previous articles I've discussed how to get the most use out of this often-underrated specialist, and today I want to lean into the mechanics that can make Murky a real force to be...
Haunted Houses and Dry Fridays
In addition to being a member of the Boy Scouts and local swim/water polo teams, high school saw me involved in a number of other clubs and associations as well. One such on-school group was Friday Night Live, an organization focused on helping teenagers find sober...
A Love/Hate Relationship with the Stars
I really have to give it to the creators of EVE Online—they developed a rich, engaging universe in which players can play, with interwoven story-lines, histories, and mythology spanning a number of empires past and present. The idea of near-immortal space pilots...
An Oyabun at Home
"Master Sobaka," the attendant announced reverently, bowing. "The samurai have arrived as expected." The corpulent man patted his brow dry, the rich plum wine doing little to stifle the rising springtime heat around him. "See them to me," he rumbled, somewhat akin to...
