Names: Blaming Naming Conventions

Which is kind of like if Westerners introduced their kids as “Loaded Pistol” or “Brave Smartness”.

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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?

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Final Week Fables: A Tall Tale

The volume of even his inside voice bowled over a handful of the small barefoot things. The stench of his breath knocked out a few more.

This week, I was uninspired in my free time and busy in my work time. I really felt like I didn’t want to do any writing when I reached the weekend.

So, did I take my own advice and take a break, or did I stubbornly push myself past the point of reason to essentially write one short story in one night?

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Shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque.

Well, why don’t you read it and decide for yourself how closely I took my own advice.

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Fabletop Classes: Monk He See, Monk He Do

Much like real martial arts, you’re taught that violence and self-defence are a last resort.

They are armed with steel armour, battleaxes, military training.

You are armed with your bare hands.

Then it is an even fight.

Welcome to the Monk class, student. Your journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

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Power Class: Telepathy

Professor X? More like BRO-fessor X.

You are thinking “Wow! Another blog post! This is awesome!”

…That’s not it? What about “I can’t believe this blog is still going on…”?

…You don’t even think about this blog at all?

…Well, clearly I am not a telepath. So why not read on and see what it REALLY is?

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Final Week Fables: Bookwyrm

“You’re…kind of a prideful wanker, aren’t you?”
“I’m a very large dragon with a very large library. I’ve earned it.”

And we’re back with this month’s short story! Because yes, The Write Stuff also sometimes writes stuff. It’s almost as if the name was picked deliberately!

So, the image which inspired this week’s story is:

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No, YOU tell him our books are overdue.

And as you can obviously see, credit for the picture belongs to Lindsey Burcar!

Yes, I am aware that a dragon is four-legged with wings, a wyvern is two-legged and uses its wings as forearms, and wyrms are essentially giant snakes. BUT I MUST ALWAYS HAVE A PUNNY TITLE. THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS BLOG.

So come, stay awhile and listen! …OK, read with your eyes, because you are viewing this online and using a different set of senses. Unless, of course, you transcribe this and convert it to text-to-speech…

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Fabletop: Role Play In Games

To be fair, most players act as if they have 6 Intelligence anyway.

WWYCD: What Would Your Character Do?

D&D and other tabletop RPGs can be boiled down to two things: The rules, and the writing. The crunch, and the fluff. The dice rolls, and the player roles.

Alright, that was multiple examples, but they all amount to the same pair! And today, I’ll be talking about the soul of the game: Roleplaying.

In other words, your old childhood games of playing pretend, only now with more MATH!

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Final Week Fables: Love On The Mind

I UNDERSTAND TIMING IS IMPORTANT IN THE COURTSHIP RITUALS OF SURFACE-DWELLERS.

ONCE AGAIN, THE MONTH APPROACHES ITS LAST WEEKEND. AND THIS PATHETIC, SIMPERING BLOG SHALL ONCE AGAIN PROVIDE ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF A PIECE OF HASTILY PRODUCED FICTION.

AND THIS WEEK’S VISUAL CREATION ON WHICH IT IS BASED IS:

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Love is love.

CLEARLY, THIS WILL BE A MOST TENDER AND INTIMATE ACCOUNT. IT IS MOST ASSUREDLY NOT WRITTEN UNDER DURESS OR MIND CONTROL. THE ELDER BRAIN WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING TO INFERIOR LIFEFORMS NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE INSECTS DESERVED IT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO FIGHT IT.

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