"When this baby disintigrates, it disintegrates!"
www.duckdodgers.com
--Sam
"Well, whaddya know. It disintegrated!"

I havent seen the random quotes for about a week now, so I thought I'd ask if anyone else is seeing them.
Cause, If you are, its clearly a problem with my browser."I was an Otaku before those kids came along and changed the meaning of the word."
-- HM "Howling Mad" Wilson to more than one team-mate.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

I've just found the online catalog for a mail order company that's near and dear to Doug's heart:
home.nc.rr.com/tuco/loone.../acme.html
Enjoy!

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I've updated a few pages over on my website today, most notably the top page, but I've also put up A Brush With The Past, Evil Midnight Lurker's DW spamfic.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Drop Doug on the Well World. 1560 different new races to try to figure out. The possibility of actually becoming one of them (although Doug of all people should be able to figure a way around this). Solving the Master Equation (you know how hackers always say "Look, God, all I need is a few minutes with the source code and a quick recompile"? Well, the Well is a terminal with root access....)

...this DW spamfic has been floating around in my head for quite a while now, and it's getting tired of the decor.
Anyone who watched children's TV in the '70s and '80s should be able to figure this one out.
Title: none. *shrug* Suggestions welcome...

Doug had been trekking through a combined rain forest, jungle, and swamp for nearly a month now. Was this one of those cliched, unlikely Hollywood worlds with only one terrain type? He'd run across stranger places, but few this boring.
No large dangerous wildlife, no swarms of biting insects--there were creatures here, yes, but none of them seemed the least bit interested in him. The mangrove-like trees were spread out just far enough that gravbike travel was practical, not far enough to see any great distance ahead.
Nothing to do but travel and try for a gatesong.
It was just as he began to consider abandoning travel for a permanent campsite that he ran into the City.
It lay on a low island in the middle of the largest lake he'd found yet: a natural moat surrounding a fortified complex the size of ancient Babylon or Troy, like them fallen into ruin. The city was lifeless, and had been so probably for centuries; judging by the state of the buildings and city walls, it had fallen to a siege.
Those walls were very strange indeed. Even in their current state of advanced decay, it was clear what they had been. Why the city's builders had relied on such an oddity... well, who could say now? Certainly not Doug.
Not in the absence of any information--the city had evidently possessed a high level of technology, but everything was gone or smashed to bits now. Bookshelves lay empty, computer casings were stripped of their contents; the inhabitants must have taken nearly everything with them when they abandoned this place. The inhabitants, or the besiegers?
Whatever had happened here so long ago, it would remain a mystery; Doug found his exit less than two weeks after discovering the ruins, and elected to use it a few days later. In all that time he'd found only one cryptic message, a graffito presumably left by the conquering army, carved so deeply into one of the larger buildings that it had survived long years of weathering. It was simple, straightforward, and said nothing but what was already obvious about the city's fall.
Given his new understanding of World-As-Myth, Doug mused, perhaps he'd find out someday just what had happened here. Or perhaps not. Whatever happened, that last sinister message would remain in his thoughts for a long time to come. Five words that somehow chilled him to the bone:
WE MADE HOLES IN TEETH.
--Sam Ashley
"Down here I'm considered the apotheosis of cool."

...looks like it's going to be another big one, circa 200K or so. There is a suggestion on my prereaders' list that I divvy it up into two chapters; I'm not sure I want to do that. Just out of curiosity, do people here have a preference?

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Just in case folks haven't been following the little tiny subheader at the top of the page, which I've started changing again recently, my fickle muse drifted back into my life last week and I've started churning out more of chapter 13. My prereaders have gotten a scene a day for the past week except for the weekend, when they got the entire extant chapter for review and to see all the new material in its proper places.
I'm not going to promise anything at this early date, but it's entirely possible that if this keeps up, I'll have the thing done by the end of August.
Wish me luck...

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

For those who can't wait for their local game store to stock a copy, GURPS Shapeshifters is now available and shipping from SJGame's online store, Warehouse 23.
www.warehouse23.com/item.cgi?SJG6533

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

For those who can't wait for their local game store to stock a copy, GURPS Shapeshifters is now available and shipping from SJGame's online store, Warehouse 23.
www.warehouse23.com/item.cgi?SJG6533

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.