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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FA: Land Legs
Handwriting analysis has determined that the following journal entry was written by passenger A. Oberge, and penned shortly after arrival on planet Cassia. The sharp penmanship indicates a high level of stress or agitation during the document's creation. Psychologists...
Beneath the Shadows
There is often down time when my Legends of the Five Rings group gets together, before we actually start playing. Someone may be cooking breakfast, another racing to meet a work deadline, and so forth. When last we all met to game the idle pre-game banter turned to...
Painting the Mothership (01)
More than a decade ago now, a good friend of mine and I began playing the game EVE Online as part of GoonSwarm Federation's push to unseat and uproot a notorious organization's hold on lawless space. We played off and on for a few years, largely with the same group of...
An Open Tab
Two major perks of tending a bar like Franklin's Rusty Moose: good tips and no trouble. After more than twenty years serving drinks, Crash was glad to finally work for an establishment that didn’t rely on the latest pop songs and lines of new adults lining the block....
Level Scaling
Brawl-mode games in Heroes of the Storm are usually short affairs, lasting twenty minutes or so. With only a single lane of action and no ability to heal by returning “home,” teams of heroes are pitted against one another until one side finally strikes down the...
The Numbness of Familiarity
For two decades I have worked with and on computers, assisting clients both in preventing emergencies and reacting to catastrophes. After all this time, though the urgency of a given situation still exists, I no longer have the panic and anxiety that comes from...
