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felis_ultharusFirst, let me thank the Goddess for this lovely rain. I love rain usually, but after all these sticky days of life-devouring heat, it's truly delightful. I promise to smack the next person who says global warming is a good thing, if it can get rid of the Montreal winter.
Secondly, I'd like to say that we had a really good game this week -- or at least I thought so. I was in good form and well-prepared. Though I do have to admit I'm looking forward to a mini-vacation next week when Matt runs his adventure. These take a lot of time to prepare.
I'm not sure, but I think this week's adventure is the goriest one I've ever run -- or the goriest in recent memory. But then insane necromancers usually aren't squeamish. Still, I keep thinking of this 8-bit Theatre cartoon whenever I reflect what happened to the town.
A random gleaning from the news: Same-sex marriage activists in France took over the famous Notre-Dame cathedral, and performed a marriage of two women there. I wonder what Victor Hugo would've thought?
ETA: The rain has already ended, and the sun's hot rage waxes again. I'd cry, but I fear my tears would become steam.
Secondly, I'd like to say that we had a really good game this week -- or at least I thought so. I was in good form and well-prepared. Though I do have to admit I'm looking forward to a mini-vacation next week when Matt runs his adventure. These take a lot of time to prepare.
I'm not sure, but I think this week's adventure is the goriest one I've ever run -- or the goriest in recent memory. But then insane necromancers usually aren't squeamish. Still, I keep thinking of this 8-bit Theatre cartoon whenever I reflect what happened to the town.
A random gleaning from the news: Same-sex marriage activists in France took over the famous Notre-Dame cathedral, and performed a marriage of two women there. I wonder what Victor Hugo would've thought?
ETA: The rain has already ended, and the sun's hot rage waxes again. I'd cry, but I fear my tears would become steam.
