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I published a thing:
It's not entirely finished yet, but I managed to brush up the main bits I have playtested into something that can be run at the table, a full year and a half after I first wrote it.
I think it's a wonderfully spooky and silly sort of dungeon. I did some collage art and have been playing with layout. DIY lifestyles mang. Any feedback would be appreciated, as I am fairly new to the layout stuff.
I had run it three times over the course of maybe 8 sessions aggregate. There's a greenhouse section in the works, about as many rooms as the mansion, with some weirdness I need to sort out. Which brings me to the main point of why I am writing this....
Dusting Off the Ol' Bloggerino
I have been absent from these parts. Work swallowed me whole and then I got a new position and moved to a new town. My interest in the hobby waned, as ADHD is wont to do, but here I am.
Fantofel is still being worked on, I even had a couple of promising playtests in September, which I was considering writing up, but maybe not just yet.
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But, for now I think I need further distractions.
Which brings me to this wonderful article by Roll to Doubt, which has been inspirational. And it has brought me back to what I had been considering as a method by which to do the sadly abandoned #Dungeons23. I will try to craft adventures. No strings, no expectations, no plans. My ambition is often a source of sabotage. I was best at poetry when I flowed with the vibe. Then I chained myself to the muse, recently I have chained myself to ambition. By working at a craft I can entertain whimsy, I can revel in the mercurial impish nature of my mind with the only expectation of creation.
