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Most of the people you see going to work today are LARPing (live-action role playing) an incredibly boring RPG (role-playing game) called "professionalism" that requires them to alter their vocabulary, posture, eating habits, facial expressions--every detail all the way down to what they allow themselves to find funny.

The heart may be weak. And sometimes it may even give in. But I've learned that deep down, there's a light that never goes out!

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Send anyone claiming that their RPG activity is an art form my way, and I'll gladly stick a pin in their head and deflate it just to have the satisfaction of the popping sound that makes. One might play a game artfully, but that makes neither the game nor its play art.

Imagine what I could have done in ten years. I could have learned to speak Japanese. I could have played every RPG video game ever created, and if I spoke Japanese I could have played the foreign ones too! Man, I could have built a spaceship in my backyard and flew it to the moon and back, if I wanted.

Lee threw down the tripod, and Trip dropped the FN MAG machine gun onto it...Lee hunkered down behind the big weapon. Holly handed me an RPG. The heavy tube was reassuring in my hands. Everyone dug down into the ditch, prepared to fight. Nervous but competent. Scared but professional. We were ready to put some smack down. Not bad for an accountant, a librarian, a schoolteacher, and a stripper.

History had shown again and again that ignoring evil because it did not affect you was a short-sighted and often deadly mistake. 

Just like the notion of "Internet natives", who have never known a world without Internet access, we, who have lived our entire lives with video games, can be known as "video game natives.

Sometimes everything you know in the world turns out to be a lie. But at the end of the day the lie isn’t what matters, it’s what you do after you tell it. If you work hard enough you can make it true.

RPG + Books = LitRPG

Children played guessing games, telling each other whether the gun fired was and AK-47, a G3, an RPG, or a machine gun.

You learned a lot by playing RPGs, although not all of it was useful, or real for that matter – unless you really believed that wolves normally carry seven gold pieces, a flawed garnet, a scroll of ice storm, and a lock pick somewhere about their person.

There's something soft in his expression that I don't know what to do with, so I take another drink and then say, 'There's also this wizard we really want to fight'.

The purpose of the referee is to present obstacles for players to overcome as they go about seeking their goals, not to constantly make trouble for them. This is a subtle distinction, and one that many beginners have trouble with.

You know what's so cool about gaming? The whole collective consciousness thing! Like when you tap into your own knight in shinning armor, you're tapping into all knights in shinning armor. All these archetypes, you know, are we're all of them, and you have to learn to honour and acknowledge them inside you." "Plus, you get to be people you're not." "Um. True. And people you are.

No gaming outside of the venue without a sanctioned game master.

Kendrick fumed. "Between video games and anime, any teenager can learn the sacred arts; it isn't right." "What video game? If it teaches magic, I'm so in." Meryn declared. "It's an RPG; I can show you later," Anne promised. Aiden, looking a bit pale, turned to Kendrick. "It's just a game right? They can't really learn magic, can they?

...You know how you have real-life time versus story time, how stories leave out the boring bits and condense so much? A long-form RPG has some substance to it, leaves time to wander the desert or have a conversation or hang out in a pub. It might not be the closest thing to real life but pacing-wise it's closer than a movie or a TV show or a novel.

Diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to hell in such a way that they ask for directions.” Current

Let’s Talk is a practical guide that will greatly help young adults at the workplace to navigate through unforeseen and vulnerable social situations. Harsh Goenka

And I got used to the battles. Getting shot at was just part of the job. RPG round? Just another day at the office.

Still, even LitRPG characters are entitled to a pet.

Of course, someone brought over chess,” I snickered. “I’ll bet it exists in every corner of the multiverse.” “Tha multiverse?” “An infinite number of universes each of which contains their own version of a traumatized teenager in a spider suit.

Shout out to the people on the LitRPG Forum, and especially their Discord server, where they seem to not only put up with my oversharing of my process of writing (and editing in the final days) but also somehow trust me enough to put me in a position of power as a mod! You guys keep me sane!

NES?” asked Julian, proud of himself for at least remembering what RPG meant. Tim sighed. “Nintendo Entertainment System. Jesus, didn’t you have a childhood? What the fuck did you do all summer?” “I went to the pool, rode my bike, played outside with my friends.” Cooper put his hand on Julian’s shoulder. “You poor, poor bastard.

I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you.” He grinned and finished building the fire. “OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG.” “Role-playing game?” she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back—for the first time since they met, she realized. “Rocket Propelled Grenade,” he said.

The closest I ever got to Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms was when I bought the box game set for the latter (I think this was before the novels came out). I well recall this—we were living in James Bay, in Victoria. We opened the box up and took out the maps while sitting in a Mexican restaurant. Ten minutes later I was as close as I have ever been to publicly burning someone else’s creation…What bothered us was the reworking of every fantasy cliché imaginable, all in one package now, and none of it made sense.

Fear and courage are not two sides of a coin where you get to choose one or the other.

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Duly noted. Psychic attacks both exist and suck ass,

And now I’m in hell.

It's time to mow this lawn.

I was not of this world. The things I knew did not belong to this world. I was Dorothy, I was Alice, I was a Pevensie who’d stumbled into a wardrobe.

More gold fer us, but it’s not really a good thing when all the inns are full. That’s how you ya get messiahs, and air BnBs.

We are all transformed by stardust, say both the wisest and most unhinged scholars of our day. Therefore, if one could be transported to the stars, one could reform her body and her mind and become a person different than the flawed wretch she currently is. It is a risky proposition, trusting the fickle cosmic winds to better a terrestrial, mortal body, but what is magic if not a declaration that one no longer cares?

We moved forward towards and then across a manioc field in the direction of a palm plantation. Then keeping among the palms to avoid observation by any lurking VC sharp shooters we pressed on as ordered to a point at the edge of the plantation and just short of a tobacco field. There we immediately took incoming rifle and machine gun rounds that missed and whizzed off through the palm trees. There was a muddy ditch at the edge of the plantation but we could not use it for cover due to its knee deep muddy ooze, so we moved on. Charlie caught us on the move with a fusillade of rounds that wounded two men, and while scrambling to take what little cover available an RPG round came, missed the forward guys only to exploded among those behind with the blood spatter soaking everyone. It was a dreadful sight for sure. Sergeant Walker, author of Southlands Snuffys.

The plot is deceptively simple. Condensed even fur- ther, it might read as a personal ad in some questfinder’s forum: Unlikely hero to save world from cataclysm. Seeks motley assortment of companions. Sidequests guaranteed.

In my training in the Army, I’d been exposed to a variety of weapons. Rifles. Handguns of all makes and models. RPG launchers. I’d shot a fifty-cal a few times—now, that’s a weapon. The fifty’s legit. So I think you can understand, Cordero, when I say that a sword was a little disappointing. Sword fighting was fine in the movies, for gladiators or fighting trolls or whatever. But actually using a sword in combat? Nope. It felt tardy by a couple of centuries. Of course I’d just been in an epic fistfight, but everyone knows fisticuffs is a timeless art. Point is I wasn’t thrilled about the sword, but it was better than no sword, so I rolled with it.

Aside from a few minor quibbles, the Codex Celtarum is simply an amazing book. It’s not just one of the bestCastles & Crusades sourcebooks ever, but it’s something that ANY fantasy game setting can pick up and use/adapt, especially if they are looking for a Celtic flair for their homebrew world and stories. There is so little in the way of mechanics, that you won’t ever have to do that much converting, especially if you already use an OSR system. As usual, the new Celtic content line for Castles & Crusades continues to impress.

Young, bored, tasked with what authoritarian regimes have ordered young, bored soldiers to do since time immemorial—stand there projecting the violent underpinning of political power—they also didn’t care. One of them stopped my father. Your papers, he said. My father pulled out his paperwork. Without reading it, the soldier tore it in half and threw it on the floor. Your papers, he repeated. In the forty or so years since that day, I have thought about this moment more than anything else in the stories my father told me. I’ve thought about it while shuffling my passport across the counter at border crossings; while running from RPG attacks in the dead of night; while sitting in a guesthouse in Kandahar listening to two Taliban officials explain, with utmost confidence, how the world should be run; while sitting in a courtroom in Guantánamo Bay watching highly educated men and women assign legitimacy they know is unearned to an ad hoc, hopelessly compromised legal system. It has been, for as long as I can remember, the memory that anchors my overarching view of political malice: an ephemeral relationship with both law and principle. Rules, conventions, morals, reality itself: all exist so long as their existence is convenient to the preservation of power. Otherwise, they, like all else, are expendable.

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I wanted to be a spy,” Olga said, shrugging. “I applied to the CIA. I was turned down. I did not meet the psychological profile. Oppositional Defiance Disorder. Basically, I have a hard time taking orders from idiots.” “Don’t think of me as an idiot and I won’t give you an idiotic order,” Sophia said. “But if I give you one, you’d better do it. Because it’s probably going to mean surviving or dying.” “You I don’t mind,” Olga said. “Or I wouldn’t have joined your crew. Don’t ask me about Nazar. So I was in Spain with the troupe. When the Plague hit, they shut down travel. And all my guns were in America. In a zombie apocalypse. I was quite upset.” “You should have seen Faith when they told her she had to be disarmed in New York,” Sophia said. “Then they gave her a taser and that was mistake. What kind of guns?” “I like that your family prefers the AK series,” Olga said. “I really do think it’s superior to the M16 series in many ways. Much more reliable. They say it is less accurate but that is at longer ranges. The round is not designed for long range.” “I can hit at a thousand meters with my accurized AK,” Sophia said. “It’s a matter of knowing the ballistics. It’s not real powerful at that range, but try doing the same thing with an M4. I’ll wait.” “Oh, jeeze, you two,” Paula said. “Get a room.” “So continue with how you got on the yacht,” Sophia said. “We don’t want our cook getting all woozy with gun geeking.” “We were called by the agency and asked if anyone wanted to ‘catch a ride’ on a yacht,” Olga said. “When they said who owned the boat… I nearly said no. We all knew Nazar. Or at least of him. Not a nice man, as you might have noticed. We knew what we were getting into. But then we were told he had vaccine… ” she shrugged again. “Accepting Nazar’s offer was perhaps not the worst decision I have made in my life. I survived. Not how I would have preferred to survive, but I was vaccinated and I survived. But I did not even hint that I knew more about his men’s weapons than they did. They were pigs. Tough guys. But none of them were military and none of them really knew what they were doing with them. When they brought out the RPG, I nearly peed myself. Irinei had no idea what he was doing with it. I don’t think he even knew the safety was off.” “You know how to use an RPG?” Sophia said. “My family liked the United States very much,” Olga said, sadly. “We all like guns and anything that goes boom. And in the US, you could find people who had licenses for anything. I’ve fired an RPG, yes.” “Well, if we find an RPG you can have it,” Sophia said. “Oh, thank you, captain!” Olga said, clapping her hands girlishly. “But we’ll be keeping the rounds and the launcher separate,” Sophia said. “Oh, my, yes,” Olga said. “And both will have to be in a well sealed container. This salt air would cause corrosion quickly.” “I guess you miss your guns?” Paula said. “That’s not a request for an inventory and loving description of each, by the way. Got that enough from Faith.” “I do,” Olga said. “But I miss my books more.” “Books,” Paula said. “Now you’re talking my language.” “I have more books than shelves,” Olga said. “And I had many shelves. I collect old manuscripts when I can afford them.” “If we do any land clearance, look in the libraries and big houses,” Sophia said. “I bet around here you can probably pick up some great stuff.” “This is okay?” Olga said. “We can, salvage?” “If there’s time and if we clear the town,” Sophia said. “Sure.” “Oh, thank you, captain!” Olga said, kissing her on the cheek. “Okay, now you definitely need to get a room.

Gronyar grunted with satisfaction. His belly bulged. There was nothing better than eating your enemies, except maybe shitting them out.

It was the savagery of their territory that diminished the clan of humans, like an old blade worked over too many times with the file. Ground down, but still razor sharp. They had lost wives, and daughters, and sons to illness, or some other malady. They lost strong men too. Men they’d known their whole lives, and ridden with for decades, were dead and buried, or at least dead, because they had stood side by side together against one savage brute or another. Worse yet, there was a time when bandits hid out in the bedrock. Human scum. They were the dregs, the cruelest kind of monster, devious and cunning, with a preference for deception.

Life can be so unfair. I’ll spend an evening trying to recapture him, every memory I possess of him, his voice, his smell, the way he laughed. And if I try really hard, if I really concentrate, I swear I can feel his presence beside me, and it brings such happiness that I drown in the joy of it. And then he is gone, and I’m left, all alone again, destroyed.

he’d get the job done. He’d find the most efficient way to do it, and do it correctly the first time, so that no one would bother him about it again. Lazy didn’t mean stupid.

Zelda was created by Shigeru Miyamoto, a total genius of a game designer. I have found very few other action/rpg’s really match up to the immersive experience that the Zelda games offer.

Empires have a tendency to crumble, and sometimes through no fault of their own. Emperors get buried under the rubble.

A whisper is sometimes louder than a thunderstorm. Between the lips of the Haseki Sultan rest the storms that sway an empire.

Should we follow her? She's weird. She just scraped penguin poop into a test tube and she speaks like she's been smoking it." "You're a three-foot-tall adult with an unhealthy addiction to imaginary horse pies. And I'm a six-foot-tall regenerating lizard with a lightning-imbued hammer. Let's not point too many fingers at weirdos." "Point taken.

thought

You miss all the shots you don’t take.” “I’d rather not take the shot and have something approaching happiness than take the shot and shoot myself in the foot,

You never think of chickens when you hear about the zombie apocalypse.

Hey! Don’t judge me! Video games have always been an incredibly important part of my sanity!

History is written by those in power. It’s why the victor is always in the right and the vanquished were the villains. The reasons why they fought don’t matter in the end. Only by winning can they effect change and even then it can be only a moment before the next revolution occurs.

You know what a necromancer is?" "Yes. Bad man makes dead stinky things alive but not.

If walk, long time, if run fast, not long time. If make camp and sleep, very, very long time. If run other way, never get there.

Come on, let's hump it.

What plan?" "Not sure," admitted Leo. "Any ideas?" "Yes, hit them inna face until heads come off." "That's not a bad plan, Zog. Simple, yet succinct." "Yes, Zog...

you just went full Leeroy Jenkins," mumbled

you just went full Leeroy Jenkins,

Pyroclasm (Level 25): subject can channel the power of a volcanic eruption, sending molten lava cascading down upon enemies, dealing massive damage over time.

Someone's in there," he pointed at a closed door. "And they're alive. Human, I think." "We kick down door and smack him inna head." "Once again, your tactical nous astounds me." "Zog clever.

Maybe they’ll be like Empire Stormtroopers, and just miss with every shot,

Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. So, use them wisely. Ah ... just kidding. Go mad, shoot whatever you want.

A four-million-year-old toddler.

Boys, you don’t even know if you’ll be pitted against each other, so please save the testosterone for tomorrow,

Chapter 69

Most people don’t go into battle as a form of therapy

Entire years just fighting alone with someone you hated? I think I can understand how they managed to get over their differences, if I’m being honest. “It took us about three years to stop hating each other, and another two to realize we had fallen in love,” he continues, verifying my conclusion. “And after that, we had you, and the witches let us out.

Any good city needed a thriving underground trade, quite like college campuses and their “no drugs” policy.

The only way he could kill me is with the power of cuteness.”]

Well, I would insult my own education if I couldn’t remember ‘An der schönen blauen Donau,

To note, when I mentioned fishing, I meant killing the fish with a grand EXPLOSION. This was grenade fishing

It was a heartless world when cute beings could just vanish like that. However, my mind literally got over that fact a second later

really loved having headaches every time I woke up in an unknown place I didn’t even know about.

They’re definitely still alive; she can see them breathing. Well, it’s hardly the worst meal she’s had recently. She

Fleshy Undead

I try mentally yelling at the rats to do a backflip or file my taxes,

In three days she had subdued a large group of mythical creatures into being subservient to her; not only that, but she had enslaved one of them, and another one had become a servant⁠— oh and she had killed the highest standing dragon amongst all of them.

Ah, fishing! That should be a lot simpler than trying to teach them how to domesticate whatever is walking or flying in the deeper tunnels. Thank you,

I fight off a trio of Humanoid Fortis dudes, only to be killed by Winnie the fucking Pooh on steroids.

I’ll go get my extra-sharp daggers.

A las gente le gusta inventarse monstruos y monstruosidades, entonces parecen menos monstruosos asi mismos

The Thirteenth Floor (1999)— As mentioned in the previous chapter this film is one of the best representations of ancestor simulations. When the protagonist finds out he is living in a simulation, one of the RPG players, who exists outside the simulation, tells him that their simulation is “one of thousands.” The thing that makes this simulation unique is that it is the only one where they in turn develop their own ancestor simulations, or nested simulations. Although we see only the nested simulations and not the parallel ones, they are definitely there, which means that it is also faithfully representing a simulated multiverse.

No one can describe the brilliance of the stick. It was even more brilliant than a meteor, more brilliant than a star, but it carried an indescribable aura of destruction. In an instant, it tore through the horizon!

Guild law is archaic and poorly written, like furniture assembly manuals or LitRPG.

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It’s only against the law if you get caught.

He had spent probably the last twenty minutes throwing up,

and that spear… it just blew its head off.

And now we have to give him medical attention.

You said to give him a chance.” I shook my head. “And if he fails at his duty even if slightly, then I’ll dispose of him myself.” Regis shivered to my comment but frantically nodded

So I can trust you because you were deemed clinically insane

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DRAGONESS

Noooooo, stop it! I don’t want all your fish! Stop it! It’s yours! Keep it!

Getting lectured sucked, sure, but taking money for some random healing felt morally bankrupt.