Dangerick Moves: My DM debut

Note: This post contains spoilers from Dungeons & Dragons vs. Rick and Morty “Lost Dungeon of Rickedness” campaign.

General explanation for my alleged social life.

I’m stoked to report that my first run as dungeon master was nowhere near as messy as I’d initially predicted.

Unsure of my off-the-cuff skillz, I took a few simple steps to mitigate likely issues:

  • I went by the book. I used “The Lost Dungeon of Rickedness: Big Rick Energy” campaign and improvised as needed. I read through the adventure ahead of time and did some advance brainstorming of where I could get weirder with it.
  • I kept the party small. I had three players pilfered from our regular bimonthly D&D group: our primary DM, a guy who has been gaming since before I was born, & a fellow relative newbie to tabletop gaming.
  • I did not drink. I’m perfectly capable of peopleing sober and I am grossly offended that you would insinuate otherwise, you fuck.

We didn’t do bad either, we cleared 8 of 39 rooms in a roughly 2 hour session and experienced only one party-member death — it was the tank and it was well fucking deserved.

After the cut is a rough narrative of the first 4 rooms. I’ll cover the second half of our adventure next week.

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Ukulele post: Tighter & Tighter

The first time I saw a Soundgarden video, I wasn’t supposed to see it.

It was the late ’90s & we still had a wooden box-style ’80s era TV that took up huge chunk of the living room in the drab-brown double-wide trailer I grew up in.

My parents went to bed early, so after 8 p.m. the living room was abandoned & the door to their bedroom was shut to keep our Miniature Schnauzer Doogie in & out of mischief. They had a TV in their room & slept with it on, allowing us to get away with a good amount of noise elsewhere in the house.

Later in the evening, my brother & I would sneak out of our rooms & meet in front of the TV in hopes of catching a rerun of Beavis & Butt-Head without dad’s head exploding. It was during one of those evenings when I first heard Soundgarden, drifting through the shrieking & cackling of the dumbass duo — “A black hole is like this giant bunghole in outer space…”

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2019: Music

I’m a pro dancer, just ask anyone who has witnessed me seizing at a show.

It’s almost the end of the year & social media is full of people posting their end of the year/decade Spotify wraps.

I’ve really only used Spotify for a few months, but I’ve been using Last.fm for years (and it includes all my recent Spotify plays) so I’m going to use that data & write a bit about the old standards & new releases that got me through this flaming garbage barge of a year.

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I’m calling it. I’m out — at least partway, but I’ll get to that.

Honestly, I first considered quitting a couple days into the month but felt a lot of emotional resistance & wanted to stick it out.

But after looking things over I realized that if I press through at this point I’m just making a shit ton more work for myself in first edit.

While that’s acceptable — and putting off the misery is a comfortable habit — I’ve decided it’s not the wisest use of my time this month.

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Inktober, week 3

Okay, this is really late and some are only sketches — shit got busy.

#NaNoWriMo is so damn close and I found another book on the Wellington disaster at a book sale. So, I’m spending all my prep time researching a tiny element of the story and falling behind on frigging everything as I tend to do.

I’ll be posting week 4 within the next couple of days.

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