Good luck passing a Wisdom save, Mr. Barbarian Khan.
It’s Tabletop Gaming Week on this blog, my random readers on the internet!
And I figured that I’d talk about an element of RPGs which lends itself to a punny title: DC.
Well, I’m more of a Marvel guy, but I enjoy both enterprises. But enough about that irrelevant tangent! Let’s get back to the real juicy stuff: MATH AND DICE ROLLS.
Once again, it’s that time of the month where I do my personal writing and share how far I went!
And for some reason, last month’s posting got a bunch of likes and views despite having no content to speak of whatsoever.
Your guess is as good as mine on the trend of my readers, but hey! Maybe you’re one of those people who are interested in reading this sort of stuff!
If you advertise your realism, you don’t wanna be caught giving your knights assault rifles or lightsabres.
The story takes place in the real, historical, completely unmodified 1950s, right down to the rampant racism and sexism. This is considered realistic.
A mentally unstable multi-billionaire dresses up like a bat and fights monsters, aliens, and even gods, and somehow wins because he’s too popular to lose despite having no people skills. He’s considered realistic.
Some dude gets bitten by a radioactive spider. He doesn’t die, but instead gets spider powers and goes on to wear red-and-blue tights to fight crime while working a day job to pay the rent. He’s considered realistic.
Costumed (but non-powered) superheroes are a historical phenomenon. Then a guy gets locked in some crazy fictional science machine, is taken apart at the molecular level, and gets the powers of a god while putting himself back molecule by molecule. Also, he is now blue and walks around naked because he is detached from humanity and doesn’t need clothes to stay warm. This entire setting is considered realistic.
So…just what IS realism?
Continue reading “Realism: Did We Write Real Life? Did We Write Fantasy?”
Seeing them, I don’t feel as if they’re too big. I feel as if the world is too small. And we are insects beneath their feet.
Ohhhh boy. Another of those weeks where I decide to get writing my monthly short story on FRIDAY. And that lack of inspiration stretched into Saturday night. Well, let’s see what I produced, starting with the image I’m using as inspiration:
Alrighty, then, my few followers and random people on the internet who seem interested! Let’s have a look see, shall we?
This is not a spell where you can raise a holy symbol and have your deity pay the cost for you.
Doesn’t matter how tough or swift you made your character. Doesn’t matter what sort of broken, overpowered, totally legal character builds you’ve prepared.
Eventually, bad rolls are going to catch up to you. Eventually, you will bite off more than you can chew (alright, that one is more like “immediately” for most players). Or perhaps, and this is a BIG perhaps, you might be roleplaying character development and having your character give their life for a higher cause.
But mostly you die because of failed dice rolls and overwhelming force and/or numbers.
So, what happens when we die? Theologians and scientists will give you all sorts of answers and criteria for considering that question, but thankfully for gamers, games have had more solid rules. Let’s look at them, shall we?
I’m alright, I just need to recharge.
Well, here we are with my writing report! So how’d I do?
…Wait, is anyone on WordPress even interested in reading the blog of an aspiring writer?
…Whatevs! Let’s get into it!
Which is kind of like if Westerners introduced their kids as “Loaded Pistol” or “Brave Smartness”.
And the bard doth said, “What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.”
And verily, I did reply “Sounds great, why don’t you pen The Tragedy of Sparkle Zappy Zappy Angel Eyes, King of Denmark?”
Maybe it does smell just as sweet, but SOUNDS is a different matter entirely. Let’s look into that, shall we?
