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YOU'LL SPEND THA REST OF THY LIFE IN A PISS VAT FOR THAT POST
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YOU'LL SPEND HTE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN A PISS VAT FOR THAT POST
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Your posts are just too powerful for facebook. You need to be contained. In a PISS VAT.




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hey LMNO, at long last I got off my ass and finished the paperwork -- the CTC is no longer being upsold by some rando on amazon, VIOLATING OUR SACRED CREATIVE COMMONS AGREEMENT

oh you think you can just tokyo drift into the winner's circle? NOT ON MY WATCH, ASS CLOCK

yeah! but aren't you there already, as 'cuddlefish'?

long story short:

• those of us who used to hang out in #discord, our community IRC channel, were increasingly frustrated at IRCs lack of tools to keep out dedicated trolls and assholes
• Meanwhile, facebook is getting worse and worse, it's actually making us all stupider, so I made a personal pledge to spend less time there.
• So I started a Discordian Discord server which functions as a cabal. The intent is not to become big or popular, but to have a cool nucleus of people who enjoy sharing cyberspace together.
• As a Discordian cabal, we welcome people to share their wacky niche interests. It's kind of a sharing/learning vibe where we are interested to hear about the cool things you're reading about / doing
• We used to have a bunch of crazy subcabals with their own meeting schedules. Like, at one point we had a Gurdjieff book club, a movie watching club, a meditation group, a deleuze focused philosophy chat circle, and an occult workgroup. And I'm forgetting a few!
• other information should be discovered in-game

Link to the Aftermathematics Research Cabal discord server available on PM request.

Our weekly video meetings have also tapered off a bit, would be nice to get some new blood over there.

I've been a little bit of an absentee landlord since I had the baby, but I go back to work next week so I'll be there a bunch more.

Both playtest groups... so basically a 100% rate of Cramulus being used as bait and then dying miserably.

YO I HEARD FACEBOOK TANKED THIER OWN STOCKS ON PURPOSE IN ORDER TO DISTRACT THE MEDIA FROM THE WHISTLEBLOWERS FILM AT 11 TWEET ME BACK
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So I wrote this tabletop adventure for the Mork Borg RPG... it's getting published next month! I have two groups playtesting it, and they sent me really helpful feedback, including a detailed synopsis of their gameplay.

I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN that I wrote an NPC into the game named Cramulus. There's a small chance of encountering him in these caves, wandering around in the dark (his torch burned out and he's helpless). Completely forgot that was in the adventure. So it surprised the hell out of me when he showed up in these player's reports:

Cramulus made it to the trap door and begged for help. The party initially refused but he tossed one of his silver and promised the other four pieces if pulled out. The party obliged and then Pluck-Hermit stated that the debt for his release was set at 150sp, forcing Cramulus into indentures servitude. After feeding him, the tied a rope to Cramulus as used him as a scout back down in the tunnels. Pluck-Hermit used his searching ability to determine his desire was due east and below, so the party headed east....


...They avoided the piles of guano and decided to continue east.

                This would be the party's final encounter before a hard stop. The players rolled 62 and 46: a large copper vein stretched out across the tunnel along with two bodies of the miners from before. A pile of silver coins was stacked 30 feet away. Cramulus was encouraged to take the coins and all of it would be put towards his debt. Cramulus eagerly began cramming coins in his sack, counting them one by one when suddenly, a huge spider pounced on him and sinking its fangs into his neck. He initially resisted the poison "I'M OKAY BOSS," but then died from the blood loss from the wound, "I'M NOT OKAY BOSS." A party member cast a confusion on the spider and it skittered away in search of invisible meals, leaving the crawlspace to the east open. Here the session ended.

The other group also encountered Cramulus. He was eaten by a demon worm and is now spinning and screaming in Eel Hell Forever

Turns out, late night larp adventures have prepared me for the No Sleep lifestyle.

How are these Bots substantively different from the patrons of the country and western bar across the street from my home?

the bots have better taste in music

MORE EVIDENCE

https://www.politicalorphans.com/something-weird-is-happening-on-facebook

Just had news about Verthaine, though.  He's doing well.

wait --- for real???

I've tried to look him up a few times, but since nobody'd heard from him since Katrina, most of us assumed the worst... he's still kickin' though?? that's incredibly good to hear.

He is The Wizard Joseph's landlord.

Small world.

OK, fine. Now I believe in miracles.


Seriously, that's incredible, really warms my heart.