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Rudolph
Dec. 5th, 2008 | 11:50 pm
location: home
music: Armin van Buuren - Fine Without You
So I'm terribly flushed at the moment. And by that, I mean the capillaries in my face are fully opened.
I look like Rudolph, only my entire face could light Santa's way, not just my nose...
It probably has something to do with the super-high-end Scotch I've been measuredly sipping for the last two hours to keep the creative impulse pulsing unfettered. Without it, my mind would wander into unwelcome territory, and I'd resort to mindless video games to prevent the impotent rage instead of doing something creative... Like designing an entire RPG campaign setting from scratch.
I've had this setting bouncing around with a lot of pretty firm detail in my head for few years now. I'm jotted down occasional notes here an there, but haven't really felt terribly creative for a long time. After a meeting with M today to discuss possible systems for my mecha combat, I guess I returned home firing on all cylinders... or some other cliche.
No, this isn't really creative writing. Not yet, anyways. I'm just writing up specialized systems and hammering out concrete notes, in outline form, for the setting itself, and some ideas for the campaign I'd like to run in it.
I'd be more specific, but... Who knows? I might actually publish someday, so I can't go giving away industry secrets before I've slapped a copyright on this bad boy.
Anyhow, the combination of creative outpouring and scotch have kept me in a pretty good mood. Once I run out of steam, though, I will log into Steam, and perforate spies repeatedly with Natashia (That's a Team Fortress 2 reference folks).
TF2 and Half-life 2 (and its episodes, mostly ep. 2) are by far the best/most enjoyable gaming experiences I've had since Star Wars: KotOR I.
So far, I prefer to play, in no particular order: Heavy, Engie, Medic (only when I can latch onto a halfway decent heavy or soldier), and Pyro. Yes, I've turned into yet another Pyro-whore. Soldier is okay... but I think that, without a good Medic kritzkrieging you on a regular basis, Soldiers have too many drawbacks.
I look like Rudolph, only my entire face could light Santa's way, not just my nose...
It probably has something to do with the super-high-end Scotch I've been measuredly sipping for the last two hours to keep the creative impulse pulsing unfettered. Without it, my mind would wander into unwelcome territory, and I'd resort to mindless video games to prevent the impotent rage instead of doing something creative... Like designing an entire RPG campaign setting from scratch.
I've had this setting bouncing around with a lot of pretty firm detail in my head for few years now. I'm jotted down occasional notes here an there, but haven't really felt terribly creative for a long time. After a meeting with M today to discuss possible systems for my mecha combat, I guess I returned home firing on all cylinders... or some other cliche.
No, this isn't really creative writing. Not yet, anyways. I'm just writing up specialized systems and hammering out concrete notes, in outline form, for the setting itself, and some ideas for the campaign I'd like to run in it.
I'd be more specific, but... Who knows? I might actually publish someday, so I can't go giving away industry secrets before I've slapped a copyright on this bad boy.
Anyhow, the combination of creative outpouring and scotch have kept me in a pretty good mood. Once I run out of steam, though, I will log into Steam, and perforate spies repeatedly with Natashia (That's a Team Fortress 2 reference folks).
TF2 and Half-life 2 (and its episodes, mostly ep. 2) are by far the best/most enjoyable gaming experiences I've had since Star Wars: KotOR I.
So far, I prefer to play, in no particular order: Heavy, Engie, Medic (only when I can latch onto a halfway decent heavy or soldier), and Pyro. Yes, I've turned into yet another Pyro-whore. Soldier is okay... but I think that, without a good Medic kritzkrieging you on a regular basis, Soldiers have too many drawbacks.