One of the reasons I can’t afford the Discworld Kickstarter is because I can barely afford the Trail of Cthulhu Backerkit. Which is also a reason why I didn’t try to suck up for money, or anything. I’m picking which toys to save up for!
Again, though: but if you want to buy my books as Christmas gifts for people, well, that would be awesome.
#commissionearned
I link to Terry Pratchett’s Discworld RPG: Adventures in Ankh-Morpork, but I do not back it, because I simply do not have the money at this time to do so. I’m not in financial trouble, but we had extensive and expensive electrical work done last month. Austerity is thus the rule of the day.
Continue reading The Terry Pratchett’s Discworld RPG: Adventures in Ankh-Morpork Kickstarter.
Just signed up. April 26th, 2025, 12 to 7 PM. No idea if I’ll have anything new by then, but… maybe?
I need to be doing a lot more small vending over the next year, too. I’m actively looking for local events now…
Hrm. I actually don’t have some of these, I think. Weird. I should rectify that in the near future: UNKNOWN ARMIES is a fun game concept, although I’ve yet to have the chance to actually play in a campaign of it. It’s the mindset I like, you see. The sort of Tim Powers-style street magic, if Tim cussed more.
Tom Verducci said The Line.
Full title: The Terror Beneath; An Investigative Roleplaying Game of Weird Folk Horror. Osprey Games says it’s an “investigative roleplaying game of horrors both ancient and modern, inspired by the works of Arthur Machen and powered by the GUMSHOE system.” …do you see the problem, here? Osprey, GUMSHOE, and Arthur Machen. Any two of those would pique my interest. Three seem highly unfair to me, and particularly my bank account. I’m actively reining in the spending this month.
Fortunately, it’s not out yet. Maybe I can get somebody to get me it for Christmas…
I gotta figure out some things on this one, and right quick.
Lieutenant Curwin asked about the most obvious possibility first: “Was the murderer covering his tracks? Trying to keep you from sniffing out his identity?” He also seemed interested in my work in general, which I do like to see in a man.
“If he did, ‘twould be hideous overkill,” I replied, still trying to find any trace of death-residue that might be read holographically (more Old American, I’m afraid). “Even if I could reconstruct a spirit that existed in this space at the time of the murder, it could only give me a surface idea of who attacked the victim. The murderer would have to be of extremely high rank to justify the magical energy it would take to wipe a site this clean.”
“How high rank?” asked Marsh.
“Let me put it this way, Horace: if I was seriously considering this possibility, I would be asking you if the President had an alibi.” I smiled. “Although I can’t imagine what motive your grand-uncle might have.”
Alas, I only know one particular Columbus Day song, and it is far too filthy to sing, play, link to, or even excerpt here. If you happen to know it, feel free to hum the tune where you are. …Where nobody else can hear you. Seriously, it’s filthy even for a sailor’s song.
