posted on 2024-05-14Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a fantasy writer so absorbed in world building and magic systems that he forgot to notice all the real magic all around.
Like grapes.
I mean talk about something magical. Bite sized and delicious.
And how about onions. Not only do they make soup taste better they are self dicing. I mean chop, slice, slice, slice and the onion is diced and ready to add to the soup.
I don't even want to start on bananas. hairylarry posted on 2024-05-14 at 23:53 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2021-07-27Caper's Song Book
https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/798
A bard's songbook is like a magician's spell book in that it contains words of power, songs for wind, songs for rain, songs to make the fire burn hotter and warm the room, songs of companionship to warm the heart.
https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/797
Ari and Caper worked on Caper's Song Book last night on Inspired Unreality.
First we worked on a list of songs.
Song to make people dance
Song to make people alert
Song to make people like me AKA the opening numbers
Song of reflection
Song of hope
We will use this thread to wok on Caper's Song Book.
hairylarry posted on 2021-07-27 at 22:00 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-06The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued Mathius said, "And how did my maps get here? I know Marantha didn't take them."
Just then the adventurers walked through the door looking a little bit tired of being regaled.
Everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Once again the witch put her finger beside her nose. "Maybe our heroes can help us solve this mystery." hairylarry posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:41 Central Time. Read the story so far
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The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued The sheriff shook his head and the confused look on his face told the others he was as perplexed as they were.
"This is the craziest thing I've ever investigated," Slykver said.
The witch raised her eyebrows and glancing around the group admitted rather reluctantly that she too was confounded.
"I can't say that I see anything particularly telling in this hodgepodge, but I feel that there must be something that connects the items or maybe there is more than one thief and each chose something that was conveniently available."
"But who would think a cat's milk dish was worth taking," Mavis interjected. "What's even less understandable they took my corsets.
When the shouts of laughter died Mavis glowered and informed the group that it wasn't a laughing matter.
vivian posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:33 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-05The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued Milathia was visiting her sister, Marantha, at the Apothecary Shop. While they chatted the witch was looking over Marantha's small collection of magic items.
Mavis Goodbody barged in mumbling to herself. "Stuff missing here, stuff missing there, a ring, a knife, someone even took my cats milk dish. Makes no sense."
"What's that," said Marantha, "Someone took your cat's milk dish?"
"And that's not all." said Mavis.
But before she could finish Sheriff Slykver and Mathius came in arguing about the maps. "They were just hand drawn maps in a tube." said Mathius, "Nothing special about them."
"There she is," he said and walked over to Milathia. "Tell the Sheriff about my maps."
Before she could speak the witch piped in. "Do you mean these maps? I was wondering what they were doing in the magic items. Ain't nothing magical about them."
"My maps!", said Mathius. "Now how did they get there?"
"Maps, a ring, a knife, and a milk dish." said the witch laying her finger beside her nose.
hairylarry posted on 2019-10-05 at 13:52 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-26Moon Pies Delight the Eyes
When I was a child Moon Pies were a treat that couldn't be beat. I could even make my own if I wanted to. All I needed was some graham crackers, a couple of marshmallows and a chocolate bar and I was in business.
In those days a bonfire, a long stick and a package of hot dogs often preceded the gooey goodness of the Moon Pie. By the end of the meal we were usually covered in ketchup and marshmallow-chocolate goo.
Mothers would shake their heads and bemoan the effort it was going to take to get us cleaned up and dads just grinned and remember when it was them.
Life seemed simple then, of course I was probably 10. Now it seems the hot dog comes in a cardboard tray and you eat it on your way to the next stop and hope the dog does not make a mess on your new dress.Moon pies are round, wrapped in plastic and come from the store. Makes me miss those days before everything was labeled and bought at the store. vivian posted on 2019-09-26 at 13:36 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-15Crabby Apples Make Angry Pies
... continued That's the truth, but I'm sure there are worse things to step in or on. For instance the rather prickly cactus can help you create a rather interesting new dance step but you will take little pleasure in the accomplishment.
vivian posted on 2019-09-15 at 12:57 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-06Mostly Kind Of Like That
... continued
The hat on my head keeps me dry but his doesn't even try. It's a sad thing that his hat has lost it's T and it's mostly just a ha! If you can't keep your Ts then it's best to wear a cap. So now you see that this is even better than that.
vivian posted on 2019-09-06 at 16:10 Central Time. Read the story so far
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Flaming FarskeesThe flaming Farskees kept coming. Wave after wave. We had called for backup. Pleaded for airstrikes. Prayed to die quickly. Tried to forget the stories about Farskee prisoner abuse, humiliation, torture, and then into the cookpot.
To say they weren't human was an understatement. They were twice the size of a cow. They lurched around on six legs. If they lost legs they kept on fighting. The lurching just became more ungainly. Bullets wouldn't kill them. You had to blow them to smithereens before they died, which is why we were all holding miniature grenade launchers shooting anti personnel grenades.
They killed us easily enough, with laser weapons that were either biological or surgically embedded. Which is why our new uniforms were all shiny and metallic covering every bit of us including our hands and faces. The only way to stop their lasers from killing us was to reflect the beams away with mirrored suits. They had no arms, no hands, no head, no eyes. Just six legs and a big mouth.
hairylarry posted on 2018-04-15 at 12:57 Central Time.
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We've heard a rumor for weeks that the techs have created a new deflector that is stronger and more stable than anything we've ever had before. It would give us an edge if we are able to deflect their laser fire right back back at them.
I heard one of the goobs telling the corpse detail that the techies were going to begin installing the new deflectors right away but that was three weeks ago and so far we haven't seen so much as an auto medtech let alone a live techie.
The undergrounders are still tunneling away hoping to come upon a subterranean stream and maybe some sort of rock formation that might offer a little more protection and allow the women and children to have a safer place to hide and a place for tending to those who are wounded.
It was time for me to report back to command and let them know that nothing was new, different or looking up and see what their latest bad idea for staying alive is.
vivian 2018-05-09 at 14:34 Central Time.
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I entered the dining hall that had been turned into command and control.
The brass were around a table looking at a map. I didn't even have to look.
There we were, in the center of the map, the town, the army barracks, the mine head. And there they were. Surrounding us. Nothing but flaming Farskees all the way to the edge of the map. Just on the table we were outnumbered 10 to 1. And I was pretty sure the map wasn't big enough to hold all the Farskees.
They were throwing out ideas.
"How about suicidal AI bombs that roll out there under the Farskees and blow them to bits".
"They got lasers, why don't we get bigger lasers?"
"What we need is some kind of Farskee germ that wipes them out and doesn't affect humans.
"Oh, there you are Sarge, said the Major in charge. I'm surprised you're still alive. What have you got for us? Our ideas keep getting worse."
hairylarry 2018-05-10 at 16:25 Central Time.
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I had an idea but it wasn't really mine. It was the General's, but he wasn't around to put it on the table.
My hesitation was not unnoticed and the major raised his eyebrows.Before he got wound up I decided to just go for it.
"Well Major, I figure we are pretty much dead in the water, but I know the General was working on a rather far fetched plan right before the Farskees blew his office into oblivion."I gave him the map he was using to work out a plan and a little background knowledge about the area.
The Major again raised his eyebrows. "Why would he tell you about this and not tell us. Why would he trust you and not us?"
I quickly disabused him of the idea that I had been in the General's confidence. "No Major, the general was a man who kept his plans to himself, but I have been in this part of the world for a much longer time than most of you. He wanted information about the methane swamp."
Stunned, the Major whispered, "What in hell was he thinking?"
vivian 2018-05-12 at 15:22 Central Time.
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"I'm not sure but methane is explosive. How he intended to use it I couldn't say. But I have a few ideas of my own."
The Major said, "Out with it. We need a few ideas here or we're all dead."
"Ok", I said, "Here's what I've been thinking. The methane in the swamp is dispersed. It could catch fire but it wouldn't even blow a human to smithereens let alone a flaming Farskee. So we have to concentrate the methane somehow."
"Large methane balloons would be great but they wouldn't be a lot more powerful than our anti personnel grenades. What we really need is methane and oxygen. With the right mixture a methane oxygen bomb might take out a Farskee platoon."
"Delivery is a problem though. Balloons won't shoot out of a cannon. And we need more than a platoon size bomb anyway. They've got lots of platoons."
"So I'm thinking, cover the swamp, drain the swamp, add oxygen, and kaboom, an army sized bomb."
"Then all we have to do is get the Farskees to attack the swamp."
hairylarry 2018-05-20 at 00:21 Central Time.
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