Right!| Imagine me this!
In Death City, the shade is everywhere.| Imagine me this!
The GM does not "run" combat.| Imagine me this!
This post is messier than my usual fare. I just had to get the procedures out of my head.| Imagine me this!
Combat is not a math problem.| Imagine me this!
The Deathrig is a modular exo-consequence chassis. A second self. A blade-body. A shameful godshell. And once you’ve worn it, you’ll never feel whole without it.| Imagine me this!
Soft More, Lavish, and Echoes| Imagine me this!
I ain't Vulnavia, and her Lovely Dark. But there will be plenty of GUNs| Imagine me this!
This is not an approach.| Imagine me this!
I want to give you a toy that comes apart in your hands—| Imagine me this!
Me. MON| Imagine me this!
When the Numbers Begin to Reign| Imagine me this!
The oaths of humans have power| Imagine me this!
"You say the dead should rest.| Imagine me this!
Written to explore how it is to smut as and with a Dire Beast, and how it is to become one.| Imagine me this!
Resurrection as Beast| Imagine me this!
We have Guests.| Imagine me this!
Who Moves First? Who Dares Speak?| Imagine me this!
This is the first in a series of posts about ways to come back from death.| Imagine me this!
The Shape You Were Meant To Hold| Imagine me this!
Thanks Bad Doctor, for being alive. | Imagine me this!
Principle 1: To steal your watch and sell it back to you at double price| Imagine me this!
A thrall is not an ensorcelled human.| Imagine me this!
Fae are not born. They are felt into being—by their old selves. In longing that names them. In the outburst of a gaze that shapes them. In t...| joyofdice.blogspot.com
Full disclosure: This is about death. And not in any grand, heroic way. Nor in prosaic tragedy. Take that as a warning, if you will. I ha...| joyofdice.blogspot.com